Page 100 of Wild Pitch
“No, that’s not a proposal. And we still have too much shit to figure out. Besides, you never wanted to get married again.”
He sighed.
“God, I said some stupid shit.”
“No, you were pretty straightforward about what you wouldn’t do. I understand why you said you wouldn’t have kids, and I believe your decision was based on your expectation that it wasn’t possible. And someone you trusted lied to you, which is the most despicable thing I’ve ever heard. But I’m not going there until I’m satisfied with your reason for never getting married again. I don’t need marriage to be committed.”
CHAPTER 50
LUC
It was hard to believe that Kylie was in my arms—or, technically, sitting on my lap. I wanted to pinch myself to confirm I wasn’t dreaming.
Was it too soon to invite her back to my place? It was definitely too soon to ask her to come home with me.
“Can I come home with you tonight?”
Thank Christ.
“Please.”
My voice cracked like a nervous fourteen-year-old boy. But it was the only word I trusted myself to say.
“We should probably go back downstairs and join the rest of the party,” Kylie said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“How long do you think we need to stay?”
“I don’t know. These are your players. Not mine.”
While we were still downstairs, the party was mostly family and close friends, but Sam had invited players and their families to stop by. It was a Crapshoot who would show up; some guys might have preferred a night of partying over a small family barbecue.
“Okay. Let’s make a deal. We eat, have one drink, then leave.”
Kylie looked down at her belly.
“Sure, I’ll take a shot of vodka.”
“Sorry, habit. I don’t need a drink.”
“You can drink if you want to,” Kylie said. “It’s not like you’re going to get hammered.”
“Nah. We’ve had some good times with a bottle of champagne or two, but I’ll save that for when you can join me.”
We both smiled at each other, remembering the first night in my house. I missed how much fun we had almost as much as I missed our friendship. Over the years, I had tried to explain how BDSM could fit into a relationship, and many people got lost on the power exchange piece. With us, we were equals everywhere else, but when we played, Kylie submitted, and I had control.
Well, except when I decided not to tell Kylie everything about my past. And that failure was enough to teach me one hell of a lesson.
Add to the equation that most people correlated the lifestyle with flogging and humiliation, and it left few people I trusted to talk about it.
“Let’s go downstairs, put our faces in, and then we can leave.”
I nodded in agreement until I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Jack: Hey, I’m at Drummond’s. Where you at?
Me: On the roof with Kylie.
Jack: Are you decent? When I mentioned Mom and Molly were in town, Sam invited them too.
