Page 29 of Hot Route
Please don’t be broken. I’m still kinda poor.
Thankfully, when I pick it up, I find that the screen is still intact and that I have a missed call from Dia. I dial her back and, of course, she picks up after one ring.
“Heyyyyyyyy bitch! I thought you were busy boning your hot boss, so I left you a voicemail.”
“Oh my God, Diamond. Would you please take it easy on the crack? It’s making you hallucinate,” I say, rolling my eyes..
She continues. “Oh, okay. You’ve been living with the literal hottest human being on the planet and you haven’t taken him for a spin butI’mthe one on drugs?”
I never told her about the night in my bed where Blaze gave me the best orgasm of my life without even laying an actual finger on me. She’s my best friend and I love her more than anything, but I’m not dumb enough to give her that kind of ammunition. Even though she knows I’m struggling with my feelings for Blaze, she still texts me several times a day asking if I know what his dick tastes like yet. Dia has the dirtiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met. I know for a fact that she could even make Dalton blush with some of the shit that comes out of her mouth. I silently laugh in my head at the thought of everyone’s favorite douchebag being brought down by one-hundred and twenty pounds of Italian feistiness.
“Never gonna happen. Now move on,” I say sternly as I round the bed, putting the phone on speaker before throwing it onto the pillow.
“Whatever,” she replies. “How about dates? I know you went on a few. How’d they go?”
Ugh. Thedates. Every last one of them felt like I should’ve been paid for babysitting. Unfortunately, I like a certain kind of man. And not to stereotype, but the ones with the bodies that I want generally come with…less in the brains department. These guys were all very cute, but I just couldn’t see myself going anywhere with them. The conversation was lacking, and theywere just missing something. A lot of somethings, actually. It’s not that I need to hear wedding bells to connect with a guy. I just need to get that vibe that he can give me what I need.
“They were okay. I don’t know,” I shrug. “You know how I am. I need someone to take control. None of the guys I’ve met here seem like they had it in them to throw me on the bed, cuff me, and dominate me until I beg them to stop,” I say. I’m trying to keep things light, but Dia knows me well enough to understand why I’m so frustrated.
“Babe, are you upfront with these guys before you meet? Do you tell them you’re a sub?” she says, her tone completely serious.
I know she knows it isn’t easy for me to just throw that on someone when I first meet them. I’ve had reactions from every end of the spectrum and it’s impossible to know what each person will think when I tell them what turns me on. Some guys love it and if they don’t already have experience being a dom, they’re ready to learn. Others think it’s slutty or they’re intimidated by it. So, I try to water myself down at first. If there’s chemistry, I’ll do the whole vanilla sex thing until I feel comfortable enough easing them in. Maybe I’ll start by mentioning handcuffs or some other cliche bondage item so they don’t suspect that I’d prefer to be blindfolded and flogged while being told what a good girl I am.
I sigh, abandoning the clothes I should be folding. “I try, but I can kind of tell when someone isn’t ready to hear it. They haven’t been. And to be honest, I don’t know if any of the dudes in Boston are.”
“Keep looking,” she says, reassuring me. “Maybe you should give one of those BDSM apps a shot. They vet every member and it’s generally very safe and positive. At least then you’ll find someone who knows exactly what you need and can give it to you. You deserve that.”
She really is an angel.
“Thanks, D. You’re the best friend in the whole world,” I say, my eyes burning with unshed tears of gratitude and a new sense of determination.
“Right?” she replies, snickering. “Okay babe, gotta run. I’m meeting your dad for drinks.” I know she’s trying to wind me up to lighten the mood. She never goes long without reminding me that my dad is a total DILF. I know she’s just messing with me, though. She sees Tom Rodgers as her dad just as much as he’s mine.
“Oh my God, bye!” I say, hanging up on her before she goes any further. I’m sure my parents invited her to dinner because missing me is a common interest for them these days. I’m glad she has them. Dia’s parents are shit bags who definitely don’t deserve her acknowledgement.
“Okay,” I say to myself while signing into the BDSM app I’ve had downloaded on my phone for weeks. “Come find me.”
BLAZE
I walk into the locker room at the practice facility with about thirty minutes to spare before the rest of the guys start strolling in. I get into a full-fledged wrestling match with my duffel bag, trying to shove it into my locker. My hair is completely disheveled from being finger fucked by my hands for the entire ride here.I feel so out of control.
When I unintentionally overheard Mads on the phone talking about her…bedroom preferences earlier today, I wasequal parts turned on and scared shitless. But when she fired up the BDSM app that her friend recommended, I went downright feral. Like hell I’m going to let another man tie her up and touch her. Not when I already know the chemistry between us is explosive. I made her come just by fucking existing. Okay, maybe the vibrator in my hand helped a little.
But it certainly didn’t help when it was in her hand, did it?
“The fuck crawled up your ass, Becks? Your period show up a few days early?” Dalton says, setting his bag down and sitting on the bench next to me. The one day I need some time to myself, this fuck stick shows up early. Just my luck.
I debate telling him any of this because I haven’t seen him take a serious situation like an adult in the three years I’ve known him. But I need to talk this out or I’m going to have a goddamn heart attack on the field. Plus, he’s my best friend. It’s not like he’s going to laugh at me when I’m clearly fucked up over the whole situation.
“Fuck it,” I mutter quietly before launching into the full story. I tell him about the phone call and even include some of the non-descriptive details from the night I found Mads wet and needy in her bed. Ten minutes later, I wrap up the story and wait for him to hit me with at least some semblance of a supportive reaction that will move me in a positive direction. Maybe he’ll even surprise me and give me some solid advice.
But this is Dalton fucking Davis we’re talking about. And Ishould’ve known.
“So,” he says between wheezes. The motherfucker is in hysterics, complete with actual knee slapping. He attempts to rein it in, but fails miserably, continuing to laugh while I look at him slack-jawed. “What you’re saying is…you don’t know how to spank your assistant, so she’s going to bring some other dude in to do it for her?” He laughs for another thirty seconds before he looks at me, realizing he’s laughingaloneand finally gets hisshit together. His expression drops back to a serious one, but the dickhead’s eyes are goddamn twinkling right now.
“That’s tough, man,” he replies, cleaning his throat.
“That’s what you have for me? ‘That’s tough’?” I say, even more frustrated than I was before. “What the fuck am I going to do? You’re right. I don’t know how tospank her.But I can’t let anyone else do it, either.”
