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Without wasting time, Nix stalked forward, ignoring the water sloshing under his shoes. As soon as Nix was within reach, Evan grabbed him by the neck.
Nix’s gaze met his.
“I’m not in a good place,” Evan warned. “You need to give me some space.”
“No,” Nix whispered. “I’ve seen you do this before. Cut all of us off as you sit and stew. It was a loss. It sucks. But I’m not going to let you suffer alone.”
This boy. Nix, his sweet but misguided boy, amazed him. “I’ll be fine. I just need to process.”
Nix swallowed, his Adam’s apple rubbing against Evan’s hand. “What do you need?”
“I want to tie you up. I need to dominate you,” Evan warned.
“Then do it.” Nix managed to lift his chin even as Evan held him by the neck. “Get dressed. We’ll head to the plane and you can dominate me all you want.”
Evan nodded. “Are your bags packed?” He released Nix although his fingers twitch to hold on to him again.
“Yes, sitting on the bench.”
“Follow me into the locker room,” Evan ordered. “Stay beside me, where I can see you, while I get dressed. We’ll walk to the plane together.”
“Yes,” Nix said simply.
“Good boy,” Evan praised. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across Nix’s. Nix tried to deepen the kiss, but Evan knew they didn’t have much time. They had a flight ahead of them before Evan could get back home. Take Nix home.
He drew away from the kiss to push Nix back. Evan made his way to the locker room with Nix close on his heels. The boy was perfectly submissive. Just what Evan needed at the moment.
Laney caught his eye as Evan reached for his clothes.
Evan nodded.
His captain’s eyes widened then flickered over to Nix. A knowing look appeared and he smiled. Yeah, they wouldn’t be disturbed during the plane ride.
By the time they were sitting on the comfortable lush seats in the team’s private jet, Evan was nearly bouncing the way that Nix normally did. Once they were up in the air, their teammates put on headphones or closed their eyes or whatever it was what they did after a game.
He leaned closer to Nix’s ear. Nix sat by the window with Evan in the aisle seat. Nix’s position would keep him hidden in the darkened interior of the plane if anyone got up from their seat.
“Hands in your lap,” Evan ordered softly.
Nix complied, allowing Evan to wrap his hands around the boy’s thin wrists.
With his free hand, Evan pulled the short coiled rope from where he’d stuffed it in his pocket after dressing. With quick efficient movements, Evan had the rope wrapped tightly around Nix’s wrists.
Turning his head, Nix kissed Evan’s neck. “Anything else, Daddy?”
Evan tugged the hem of Nix’s hoodie over his bound hands. “Just be a good boy.”
Nix nipped his flesh. “Always?”
He chuckled as he opened a bottle of water he snagged earlier. Evan twisted off the top before placing the bottle to Nix’s lips. “Drink.”
Such a beautiful boy following his orders.
“Good,” Evan whispered as he screwed the lid back on. “Now rest. You’re going to need your strength for when we get home.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Nix laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
Perfect. His dragon rumbled an agreement.
