Page 204 of Captivated

Nate smiled. “I don’t ask what he does when he stays here, and he doesn’t tell me. So next week will be… interesting.”

Zeeb stilled. “You mean with both of you here at the same time?”

He nodded. “I’m not sure I want to see him in… full flow, I guess.” Nate bit his lip. “This is his world. I don’t want to intrude on it.”

Zeeb wandered over to the wall where three metal frames had been set up, each supporting a leather sling bed. He touched the wide stirrups that hung at two corners, and a shiver trickled through him.

If I’m gonna do it, it had better be now.

He took a deep breath. “Hey, Nate. You asked me yesterday if I’d ever bottom.” He glanced at Nate. “Well, okay then.”

Nate frowned. “What do you mean, ‘okay then’?”

Zeeb patted the sling bed and grinned. “No time like the present.”

Nate’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Here? Now?” His mouth fell open. “On that?”

“Why not?” Zeeb pointed to the bag he’d brought. “There’s lube in that. And we’re on our own.”

“Why would you bring—” Nate gasped. “Youplannedthis?”

“I had a bit of help,” he admitted. He patted the sling once more. “And this would make things a lot easier. With the shoulder ‘n’ all.”

“But… anyone could walk in.” Nate swallowed.

Zeeb’s gaze flickered downward, and he chuckled. “You mean, like anyone could’ve ridden past us when we were in the meadow and I was suckin’ your dick? Which you fuckin’loved, so don’t give me thatanyone could walk inroutine.” He grinned. “And if you’re that worried?” Zeeb looked him in the eye. “Lock the door, Nate.” The words came out husky, with an edge to them as rough as a buzz saw.

Nate stared at him for a moment, then hurried to the main door.

Zeeb smiled to himself.Nate has his own little kink, and he doesn’t realize it.

He liked the thrill of possibly being caught.

Zeeb eyed the sling. “I might need a hand getting into this,” he muttered. Gripping the chains was a non-starter: he’d have to keep his arms down. He scanned the space for something to step on, and spied a low stool.

That would do.

Nate walked back to him, his face flushed. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

“It’ll be something to tell the kids,” Zeeb said with a chuckle. When Nate blinked, he rolled his eyes. “Figure of speech.” He went to unbutton his shirt, but Nate stopped him.

“Here, let me.”

Then everything was perfect as Nate leaned in and kissed him, a leisurely, drawn-out kiss that made Zeeb’s toes curl inside his boots.

“You’re sure?” Nate murmured against his lips.

Zeeb’s response was to cradle Nate’s head and claim his mouth in a deep, fervent kiss. Then it was on with the task of undressing, and there they stood, both of them naked as a jaybird—and both hard as a rock.

Zeeb pointed to the stool. “I’ll use that to help me get into the sling.” He shook his head. “One day I’m gonna look back on thistime and laugh. Hopefully on the day those seven bastards get sentenced to prison time.”

Nate kissed him. “Don’t think about them, not now.” He held Zeeb’s hand and between them, they got him on his back in the sling.

Zeeb chuckled. “Butch was right. This is pretty comfortable.” His shoulder felt supported, and there was even a little cushion for his head. Nate arched his eyebrows, and Zeeb leveled a hard stare at him. “An’ I didn’t say that, okay?”

Nate mimed zipping his lips.

Zeeb raised his legs, and Nate guided his feet into the stirrups that supported his ankles. He took a step back and stared. “Look at you,” he whispered.

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