Page 25 of Never Too Late for Love
“What if you regret this in a couple of years?”
“Do you regret marrying Landry?”
“No.”
“You knew him for less than a week when he proposed. I’ve been wanting and ready for some iteration of what we have right now foryears. Before I ever met you or them.”
She ran a hand through his hair. “Are you happy?”
“Absolutely.”
She nuzzled her mouth against the side of his neck. “I’m thinking out loud here, so don’t go passing this to the two of them yet, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I might start looking at booking us a vacation. You and me.Alone. As in KC stays with Landry and Cris while you and I go. If you see a block of time show up as being booked on the calendar, rest assured I know about it and have arranged it. And that’s all I’ll say about it. Okay?”
“Okay.” He tipped her chin up so he could kiss her, savor her.
Love her.
A knock sounded on her office door. “Come in,” she said.
Cris stuck his head in, smiling. “Am I missing something?”
She crooked a finger at him and he closed the door behind him, walking over to sit next to Bob. He first kissed Tilly hello, then Bob.
“Donotcome back withsoupor something stupid tattooed on his ass, okay?” she said.
Cris laughed. “I promise.”
“Good. Go have fun.” She got up, shooing the men out of her office.
Bob grabbed his things and a thrill raced through him as Cris held his hand while they awaited the elevator.
“Ready?” Cris asked.
Bob nodded. “Ready.”
“Nervous?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good. I’d be worried if you weren’t. It’ll hurt, but probably less than half the shit Landry’s put us through on a bench. Oh, and fair warning.”
“Yeah?”
Cris grinned, dropping his voice. “The sadist has trained us both. I’m sure the pain will make you as horny as it did me.”
When the elevator door opened, Cris stepped in, leading Bob inside by the hand. Once the doors slid shut, he nibbled Bob’s ear. “And I promise I’ll take care of you the same way Master took care of me after.”
Bob’s cock stiffened, throbbing and now aching harder than he had in a while. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Bob wouldn’t deny he felt mild terror grab hold as Cris deftly wound his way through Los Angeles traffic toward Pasadena. Another city Bob would need to learn to navigate on his own.
The tattoo studio looked to be high-end, classy artwork hanging on the walls, what appeared to be operating-room-clean standards, and the guy was nice. They were the only ones there, and Cris handled the talking. The man didn’t specifically remember doing Cris’ tat, but considering how long ago it’d been, and how simple it was, that was understandable. He took a look at it as Cris bent over a table, slacks down far enough for the man to see it and take a picture while he had Bob hold an L-shaped ruler next to it for scale.
Thirty minutes later, Cris had paid, Bob had filled out the forms, and the man had printed out a template that was identical when laid over Cris’ tat. Bob lay facedown on the table, his left ass cheek being soaped and shaved while Cris stood at his head, holding him and whispering to him, dropping him hard into subspace the way Landry had done to Cris so many years earlier.
