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“I skipped my workout.” He looked up at him. “I wanted to be with you. I figure tonight and tomorrow morning will be plenty enough of a workout.”
Rom’s evil grin finished hardening Colton’s cock. “Ooooh, boy. You gotthatright.”
Rom stood, holding out a hand to Colton, his meaning clear. Colton slipped his hand into Rom’s and let him lead him to their bathroom, where Rom pulled him into his arms for a kiss. “I know we’re going to need showers later before we go, but I can’t resist teasing you for a few minutes.”
Chapter Twelve
Can’t resist?
That was the understatement of…ever.
Rom could barely keep his hands off Colton. The man was just…
Haawwwt.
And sweet. It wasn’t merely Colton’s looks that held Rom’s heart and soul captive. It was his boy’s gentle nature, his devotion, his heartfelt submission in everything he did for Rom. Add to it he was a fantastic big brother, which only made Rom fall harder for Colton, and that was something he hadn’t thought possible.
Colton was the whole package, and not just a gorgeous face, lickable ass, and Adonis belt to make Rom’s cock throb.
Plus his art was gorgeous. The man was a master with his hands, whether it was drawing or sculpting or working with pottery.
Most people who saw Colton and knew nothing about him assumed he was a gym rat or something, when nothing was further from the truth. Sure, he trained. He was a personal trainer, and kind of needed to stay in shape. Plus, training helped keep his mind focused. It was a means to a mental and emotional end more than it was a physical one.
He made it through the shower without either of them coming, although they were both hard now. Rom wanted to save it for Kent’s. After checking in with Clay to make sure he was doing okay and still wanted to spend another night at Chad and Ina’s—he was, and apparently enjoying the heck out of their pool and playing video games with the boys on their brand new game console—they prepared to head out to Kent’s.
Kent greeted them at the front door as they walked up. “How’s my new daddies?”
Rom and Colton both burst out laughing as they hugged him. “Um, that sounds sooo totally wrong like that, dude,” Rom said.
“Is he liking the computer? I received his thank you note. I’m impressed—that was old-school and very nice of him. Extra dad points for you two for that.”
“He loves it, and he’s started working on some of the stuff in the books.”
They headed inside, where Tim and Paul were preparing for the evening’s party. After catching up, Kent grinned.
“Playroom’s yours all night, gentlemen. Plan on sleeping in there, if you’d like.”
“Thanks,” Colton said, apparently fighting the urge to drag Rom there from the way he kept edging toward the doorway.
Rom grinned. “I think I have an eager boy in need of some marks.”
“Have fun, gentlemen,” Kent said.
Rom wasn’t sure, but that was probably the fastest Colton had ever stripped before. Rom put his cuffs and collar on him and didn’t waste time having him kneel on the floor. He knew what Colton wanted, and after spreading out a towel on the kneeling bench, he had Colton climb into position there. Colton didn’t just want this—he needed it.
Hell, it was what Rom needed, too. They both needed this mental reset. Colton had asked to cry tonight, so Rom knew he’d be going hard and heavy on him.
Problem was, he’d have to be careful about where he left marks on Colton now. He couldn’t put them just anywhere, because it’d be too easy for Clay to spot them if Colton wasn’t thinking and walked around without a shirt, or with the wrong pair of shorts that showed too much thigh above his knees.
Rom stripped and stroked his hands up and down Colton’s back. “Going to restrain you for tonight, baby. Okay?”
Colton’s eyes were already closed, and he nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Rom used snap clips on Colton’s wrist and ankle cuffs to secure him to the bench. The blindfold and ball gag went on next.
With his boy secured, Rom started by slowly massaging Colton’s whole body, knowing it’d both relax him as well as drive his need through the roof. Meanwhile, his own hard-on throbbed and ached, and Rom had to give himself a squeeze to calm it the fuck down.
Patience, boy.
