Page 42 of Coiled Tight
Then again…
“Cam,” I warned, drawing more alert.
Cam grumbled something about why there weren’t any service areas nearby whenheneeded them, but thankfully, he didn’t take his eyes off the road or do anything riskier. “My phone is in my pocket. It’s unlocked, and there’s a folder in my photos, and?—”
“Cam,” I repeated. If I was still dealing with some tiredness from the day before and the night that followed, it vanished as I drew in the authority I needed to stop him from starting something that… I shook my head. “The man we’re staying with tonight? He has a massive playroom in his place. His only requirement for someone using it is that he gets to watch, but you want this? We can talk about it there. Not before.”
His breathing picked up, faster, more shallow. I almost felt bad. Almost.
I would, if the speed had to do with his anxiety rising up, and not the arousal that was clearly visible through his sweatpants. He’d gone on a rant during breakfast about how it made no sense that I wore jeans for a road trip. I stored the information as evidence that he was still a boy from the city at heart.
Fuck.
Now I couldn’t wait to call him boy. I could picture it perfectly: how his eyes would widen and his lips would part and his cheeks would get that shade darker. I might not know what type of Little or masochist Cam was, but he was definitely starved for praise. For attention.
It almost threw me. The responsibility that came with it, with someone who hadn’t been loved the way they deserved in way too long, by the sounds of it.
No idea how we were going to make it till we reached Damian.
Saúl
I might need your playroom tonight
Be nice
The bubbles popped up right away. It shouldn’t surprise me. Cam said he’d been chronically online? He had nothing on Damian, work-from-home hacker extraordinaire.
Damian
I happened to finish renovating it
There’s a giant X frame now
Got new toys too
But do tell, Mr I haven’t played in years and kink is not for me any longer
“Who are you texting?” Cam asked before I could come up with an answer—which meant it was now two people I didn’t know what to say to.
“Damian, the man we’re staying with.”
“The one with the playroom,” Cam corrected.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable?”
Technically, we didn’t have to visit him for reasons pertaining to the sanctuary. He donated a hefty chunk of money every month, but he hated nothing more than to have his ass kissed. I just stopped mid-journey at his place because he had, against all odds, become a good friend through the years, and I was stingy with money.
“It makes me horny.”
There was resolution in how he said the words.
I snorted. “Good to know.”
One of us needed to have that resolve.
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