Page 1 of Weston & Cyrus
Chapter 1
Weston
Somehow the whole situation had gotten completely out of hand and I was blaming it on the troublemaker being fully clothed.
Clearly, I had an unexplored kink for suit porn and it was getting me in trouble. He was much more distracting in a fancy suit than I’d ever imagined but that was probably because I’d only seen him half-naked and in heels up until this point.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Conner.” For one thing, Cyrus was my friend and didn’t see me in thenaked and doing stuff togethercategory, and for another, I’d never explained about the weird kink thing. “He’s not—”
Shit.
He’d been entirely too close or Conner had been louder than I’d realized.
Maybe both.
“You screeched?” His laid-back smirk and teasing had Conner rolling his eyes, but he didn’t seem frustrated. “What’s Wessie done already?”
Ugh.
“Stop calling me that here. It sounds like I’m a Pomeranian.” I was that annoying sometimes but I didn’t bite and I listened better than his mother’s miscreant mutts. “He misunderstood something. Go away and find someone to talk to.”
Considering we were at a BDSM club, with anyone else I probably should’ve said something naughtier, but Cyrus wasn’t that kind of guy. He was achat in public and seduce in privatekind of guy but he loved the atmosphere at the club and all the interesting people.
He was definitely the people person between the two of us.
“I’m talking to someone.” The big lug seemed to think his purpose in life was to drive me insane because he walked around the small seating area and sat down on the couch next to Conner, his muscular body dwarfing Conner’s as he stretched out to take up the space without thinking about it. “What can I do for you?”
Get a life and go somewhere else so I wouldn’t die of embarrassment.
Ugh.
Okay, too mean and I didn’t really feel that way.
But fuck…I was hard already.
Damn humiliation kink.
The little smirk Conner flashed at me said he knew what I was thinking but that was because he was not only the owner of the club but some kind of psychic creature who was pretending to be human so he could read my mind.
Or the way I was squirming.
Telling myself to sit still, I took a breath and dropped my voice to a whisper so no one else could hear us. “Yellow, Conner. You know this wasn’t what I was aiming for.”
I was not supposed to doanythingto humiliate myself in front of Cyrus because getting turned on in front of him was never the goal.
He was my friend.
The sexy lug who could bench-press small cities was just my friend.
We did not get turned on or distracted because our friend’s muscles bulged every time they moved.
Keeping that playing on repeat in the back of my head like I’d done for the past three years, I glared at Conner and did my best to ignore the way Cyrus’s eyes had gone wide. “He and I are friends and you know that.”
Thankfully, Conner listened to my safeword and didn’t spill any secrets, but I wasn’t sure what he’d do next. After a few seconds, he let a breath out slowly and leaned back against the couch. “I won’t share anything personal, but…but you were asking me for something I can’t give you with a stranger involved. It has to be someone you know, and you know Cyrus the best.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
