Page 35 of Social Sinners

Shit, that got my dick twitching…again.

After filling up a plate, I headed out to the back deck. I was dying to get a glimpse of the view after the landscapers had earned their pay. “Wow,” the sight took my breath away. My hand froze midway to shoveling another bite into my gaping pie hole.

“You can say that again,” Easton said from beside me.

“I hope the view is just as spectacular from our bedroom balcony,” I could easily see myself falling asleep on a lounge chair while staring out at this. The sound looked like it was within reach, even though I knew there was a gigantic cliff drop separating the water and us.

“Money well spent, Brett did an unbelievable job with everything,” Easton added.

“Agreed.”

“Glad to hear it, boys,” Brett came up behind us, wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders. “We’re out of here. Brandon has a hockey game in Everett we need to get him to.”

“Same, I don’t want to miss this one. If they win, they make it to the playoffs,” Stoli told us.

“Hopefully we can make a game soon, but I’m wiped out and ready to crash.” We really would make it to at least one game if not more soon. “I’d love to see the little man play.” Well, he wasn’t so little anymore. But with everything that’s been going on since the tour ended, we haven’t had a chance to catch him out on the ice.

“Crash my ass,” Mickey said. “You’re gonna get your freak on in that kinky ass room of yours. I know how you roll.”

“Ha-ha, ha-ha, if you know me so well then what the fuck are you standing here for? You wanna catch the show?” I teased him, but when he stood stock still staring blankly at me, I knew he was actually thinking about it.Shelf that for a one on one convo with him later.I had a feeling it wouldn’t be Benny and River who needed to be talked into anything vanilla free. Mickey would be the one who’d need convincing to step outside the plain flavor box. Easton and I didn’t share our bodies with others, but when we went to the club, we more than enjoyed being the center of attention. Maybe Mickey and his boys could learn a thing, or two watching us, and shed the veil they currently hid behind.

As the crowd died down and Mickey was the last one here, he and River were at the door waiting to say goodbye. “Wait, where’s Benny?”

I shrugged, but then it dawned on me. “One guess.”

River, Mickey, East and I headed downstairs straight to the dungeon where we found Benny sifting through the trunk. Many toys were spread out on the floor surrounding him. “Benny, what the hell?” River said, scaring the shit out of him. He jumped, smacking his hand to his chest.

“Jesus River, trying to give me a heart attack?” he yelled.

“Cute, but what are you doing exactly?” River asked, walking over to help put things away but paused when he picked up a particular toy.

“Dude, is this the one with Bluetooth capabilities?” he held the box up to me.

“No way,” Easton said, sinking down beside him to read the box over his shoulder. He looked up at me, “It is.”

That was something I’d wanted to get East for some time now. I mentally fist bumped the dude Debra had hired to do this room. “Bend over baby,” I directed him.

“I was thinking it was going to be the other way around,” he retorted.

“Highly unlikely. I gotta sync this bad boy up.” River handed the box to me, immediately I scanned the QR code on the back of the package and downloaded the app for it. This was gonna be a riot.

“I wanna play, Mickey,” Benny said, shocking the room into silence. All eyes darted to Mickey.

“Um, you have toys at home?” he said, but it came out more like a question. His face was the reddest I’d ever seen it.

“Can we get a playroom at home?” he asked Mickey.

Mickey looked like he was gonna pass out. He turned to me, his eyes pleaded for assistance. “Dude?”

“I tell you what, you guys need to go home and talk. Afterward, if you have any questions or want Easton and I to play out a scene while you watch let me know. May I offer you a word of advice, though?” Mickey nodded. “Be open to what they have to say. BDSM isn’t what you think it is. It isn’t about beating someone’s ass and getting off on it. It’s about knowing your partner, what their needs are, and possessing the ability to take care of them, properly. It’s about trust. Many people use toys for play, others use it as a means of therapy. Just because you handcuff someone and spank them, it doesn’t mean you’re living the lifestyle.”

Benny ran up to me and in his usual way, tackled my midsection and knocked the wind out of me. “Oof.”

“Thanks, Boo.”

“You’re welcome little man, but do me a favor?”

“Anything,” he said, looking up at me and grinning from ear to ear.

“Go gentle on him.”

“We will,” River assured me, peeling Benny’s arms off me.

Ha, guess I was right. River and Benny were more adventurous…

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