Page 15 of Saint
“Nonsense, I’m on my way. We’ll meet each other if you keep to the main roads.”
Less than five minutes later, Robin sees me and waves, coming to a stop. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. Kip is in charge of dinner, so it’s a relief to leave. He’s a competent cook, but boy, is he messy. I’ve had to sit on my hands to stop from cleaning up around him.” He pullsaway from the kerb and is quiet for a long minute, then with a quick glance at me, he says, “You had an interesting day at the gym. It wasn’t quite what you expected, was it?”
“Um, no, it was much friendlier. The kids look up to your sons. I’ve joined one of the classes and put my name down for another one. I don’t think I’ll be on any of the machines of torture any time soon.”
“Uh-huh.” He takes a turn that I don’t think leads back to the house, but I’m not familiar enough to know any shortcuts. But he pulls into an open space that overlooks the river and meadow. The other side still has some dog walkers and teenagers hanging around. “I want to explain something about my family, including myself and Kip.”
“If it has anything to do with the things the two men spoke to me about, I don’t want to know, if you don’t mind. I’ve worked out a few of the things they said, and I’m not comfortable with talking about my boss’s sex life. Whether it’s considered kinky or not, it’s none of my business.”
“I think you know it may be a little bit more than kinky. Whatever those boys said to you, you’ve got the idea, but not the reality. Saint is a very intense Dom.”
“Then why have you brought it up?” Where is he going with this? It’s not like Saint has shown any interest in me—except when anyone else tries to talk to me. I’ve never even told him, or any of them, that I’m gay.
“Because I’ve seen the way Saint looks at you when you’re not looking. And then there’s the way you look at him. If you both ever get your heads out of the sand and recognise that you’re perfect for each other… When you have recognised the submissive in you, maybe you’ll be ready to accept Saint’s dominant side.”
I look at him, speechless. Perfect for each other.
What the fuck?
I look through the diary on the computer by the till. Noah has blocked out every Wednesday evening but opens up in the morning. It’s got to be something he’s doing at the gym.
I look over to him in his workspace. “Hey, Noah, what’s with Wednesday night?”
There are two pink spots on his cheeks when he looks up over his workstation, and he bites on the corner of his lip. “I…um, I’m going somewhere on Wednesday evenings for the next few weeks.”
“Oh, okay.” That hasn’t told me anything, yet the only thing that would make sense is a class at the gym. What classes run on Wednesday evenings? It’s not a night I go there, I usually go to the club on Wednesdays. Oh, shit! Don’t let that be where he’s going. He’s far too inexperienced to hit up Bound, they’d eat him alive. What the fuck did Tate and Roman say? Did they tell him where we went to play? This is not the way he should go there. If he really wants to explore that part of his sexuality, then I can take him. That way he’s protected from all the hard-core Doms. Fuck! Hard-core Doms like me.
The image of Noah spread out on a St Andrews cross or strapped to a spanking bench while I flog him. Or drip wax overhis nipples and balls. Shit, my dick’s now rock hard and aching, because hello, yes, please. I want to do all of that.
That’s never going to happen unless I make the bloody effort to know him better, to find out what he likes to do outside work. Pops says he’s quiet and spends his time either reading or sketching. I’ll invite him out for a drink, maybe some dinner. Because I can’t keep hiding how much I want to do dirty things to him. I, at least, need to know if he’s in any way interested in me. The fun stuff can come after that.
Now that I’ve decided to get to know Noah better, the day slows down to a snail’s pace. Finally, we’ve finished, and Noah is cleaning his workstation. He stretches and a sliver of skin appears above his jeans. His back is inked. And now I want to see what it is.
“Do you fancy grabbing a drink and something to eat?”
He looks at me startled, then seems to seriously consider my offer before he nods and agrees.
“Where do you want to go?” he asks as I lock up the studio and pull the shutters down over the door.
“The King’s Head is good. The food’s nice, and they have craft beers on tap.” I gesture to down the street, and he nods.
We walk in silence, something that hadn’t happened before the whole going to the gym debacle. It’s time to get to the bottom of this. I like him, not just because he’s great at his job, but because there’s something about him that I want to protect. And strip naked and lick over every inch of his body then turn his arse bright red. First job is to clear the air, to sort out what was said to him.
The pub isn’t too busy, there are people just like us—wanting a drink after work, although I do recognise more than afew from the club. Noah looks around and points out a booth in the corner by the window. “Shall we sit there?”
God, I love the way he asks a question. It’s like he’s seeking my approval. “Yeah, looks good. What do you want to drink?”
“Just a pint of lager, Stella’s good.” He weaves through the tables, and I notice the interesting looks on both the men and the women in here. Despite being quite short, his looks are striking. His dirty blond hair is messy from the number of times he’s run his fingers through it. His body is slim, and he moves gracefully to get to the booth. Of course, he’s totally oblivious to the attention and sits down and looks back at me.
I get the drinks, snag a couple of menus and tuck them under my arm. “I got these too.” I place the beer on the table and hand him one of the laminated sheets. I sit next to him rather than opposite, making it more intimate.
“Th…thanks.” Noah stumbles over the word, and rather than look at me, he takes a drink. I copy him, downing about a third of it. He chuckles. “You did need that.”
I lick the foam from my beer off my top lip, noticing him follow my tongue, then swallow heavily. “The burgers here are really good. They do something to them. I don’t know what, but they taste awesome.”
“Sold, I’ll have one of them.” Noah smiles and seems to relax a little.
