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Julian plays with the collar of his shirt. He stops before we get to the door. “They aren’t…you don’t know any of them personally, do you?”
I’m quick on the uptake. I get what Julian’s trying to fish for. Gently, I take him by the elbow and push him against the wall. I lift my arm above his head and lean forward, drawing him into an indulgent kiss.
“They ain’t my men.”
I might outrank them, but they’re not soldiers. Nobody that’s directly under my command. And nobody married either. Just single guys with clean bills of health who like to get kinky and freaky by fucking twinks who don’t belong to them. Ready, able, and willing to provide their dicks on demand.
No strings attached. No danger of feelings catching.
“What if I don’t like it?” I see the flicker of distress race through his eyes as he looks at me and then back at the door.
“Then we’ll stop and go home,” I say with a shrug and smile.
“And what if you don’t like it?” Julian worries his bottom lip.
“Same deal,” I say, “we’ll stop and go home. Though I gotta tell you, I doubt that’ll happen. Listening to you slut out your holes to the toys was hot as hell…I can’t wait to watch you take some real cocks.”
I cup Julian’s cheek and trace my thumb across his bottom lip. He reacts so beautifully to me. His eyelashes flutter. His mouth opens. A squeaky little sound escapes from the back of his throat.
“Yeah,” I mutter, smile growing ever wider, “that’s what I thought. C’mon, mi amor. Let’s try it out. And if the fantasy ofthis ends up being hotter than reality, we can go back to double-teaming you with dildos.”
But this is Julian’s choice. I got everything set up, but he’s the only one who can make the final call and make this next move for us.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. “To know what’s good for us? To give you the pleasure that I know you want?”
I step back and offer my hand.
Julian takes it.
No hesitation. No fear. No questions.
Just pure trust and total understanding. He nods and that’s that. Our fingers lace together and we walk into the building.
Chapter 12
Julian
Tonight is much quieter than last night. The speakers are silent and there’s only the low rumble of men engrossed in one conversation instead of a whole room bursting with chatter. They’re all idle around the pool table, but the game is quickly abandoned once they notice Joel and I’s arrival.
My face is flushed and my palms are already damp. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure that this is really happening. I’m nervous, but my nerves are lit up from excitement rather than dread.
I never would have asked Joel for the real thing. Not like this. Yet he took it upon himself to get everything arranged and invite the men. I almost want to look away. Part of me doesn’t want to see any of them or get to know them, but if I’m going to be begging for their cocks in me it’d be the right thing to at least look them in the eye before things get started.
Joel locks the front doors to the community center. Then he’s right at my side, arm hugged tight around my waist. He holds me close, squeezing my hip as the men begin to set aside their cue sticks.
“You wanna do a meet and greet before the party gets started?” Joel asks me.
“Not really.” I shake my head, but I do take a moment to look at each and everyone one of them. They’re all soldiers. All tall and fit and most of them look to be in their late twenties or thirties.
None of them are familiar except for…oh no.
I blink hard. As if my eyes are playing tricks on me. “Buddy?”
It doesn’t matter how many times I blink. Buddy’s face stays the same. It’s really him. He dips his head with a cheeky grin and a quick wink.
“Hey Julian,” he greets me first before his expression shifts into something more respectful as he looks to my husband, “and hi there, Joel. Thanks for the invite.”
There’s three other men besides Buddy. Now I really don’t want to know anyone else’s name. Just knowing Buddy is enough. I lean toward Joel and tap his elbow. “Love?” I murmur, turning toward Joel. “I want that blindfold now.”
