Page 18 of Weston & Cyrus
And it didn’t even take very long because they seemed anxious to get us out. So before my brain could trip and block out another conversation, we’d paid, escaped, and were slowly making our way back to the club where we’d left the car.
Cyrus was even holding my hand.
“Does this make it more of a date to you?” His question probably should’ve made me obsess but I nodded before I could think about it.
But he was going to need more than just me bobbing my head.
“Yes.” Why? He’d ask that next. “Because we hang out doing stuff like dinner on a regular basis, maybe?”
As I tried to think about what else I should say, he squeezed my hand and his fingers started stroking mine. “If there are other things that would shift it to a date feeling to you, I want you to let me know.”
What made it go from friends to dates?
“I don’t know…but…but I guess doing more…more of the stuff Conner said we couldn’t?” I wasn’t sure that made sense and Cyrus’s chuckle didn’t help. “My brain is confused and is going in different directions than the lower head.”
Understatement of the year right there.
But it got a laugh from Cyrus, which said he probably understood that.
“So we shift gears a bit and make sure we talk, but we focus more on kicking up the heat level of the date and make sure to include the stuff the lower head wants.” Cyrus agreed so easily it made me nervous.
“You…” Shoot. As we got closer to the club parking lot, I knew I shouldn’t say it but I was going to anyway. The memories of the club were too confusing and too fresh and seeing the building didn’t help me feel more confident about what was happening. “I’m going to preface this by reminding you that you said I could ask questions.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Go for it.”
He was so dramatic.
“You want that too, right?” Okay, maybe I could see why he was being ridiculous. “I know you said you did, but…”
“But thetoo close to a friend’s dinner datedidn’t help solidify that confidence and now you’re questioning the reality of what happened at the club.” Cyrus didn’t call me out for second-guessing what he’d said but he started swinging our arms as he got his thinking face. It was usually about work or workouts or something he loved like the financial news.
Now it was about me.
Me.
Okay, maybe that made it feel more like a date.
“I know Conner wanted us to be somewhat logical but…but I don’t do well with that.” It always fucked things up. “It’s taken me a while to figure out what I like but I haven’t been able to make it work with anyone.”
He snorted.
Brat.
“I’m notanyone.” Instead of stopping by the car, he whirled me around and pinned me against it.
Wow.
“I’m your Dom and I’m going to be the one fucking with you later.” As he crowded closer, he rocked his hips and rubbed his erection against me. “I might even be the one fucking you later if you’re a good boy and beg sweetly.”
He.
I.
Yeah.
Thinking was highly overrated.
“But I’m not anyone and I’m not lying about wanting to humiliate you and to fuck with you and make you beg to come.” His words made my legs go wobbly, but luckily for me he was using his body to hold me up.
