His head snapped up. “You…break-dance?”
I knitted my brows together. “Yes? It’s a hobby these days, but I used to compete in it.”
His expression could only be described as the very definition of “Huh.”
Then he frowned to himself and shook his head. “I’ve been such a fool for avoiding getting to know you better—but I realize it was for a reason.”
He didn’t need to spell it out. If he’d been trying to keep his relationship from falling apart further, maybe getting to know me would’ve made things worse.
“No matter. I’ve wasted enough time.” He squared his shoulders and wrote something else. “Let’s discuss limits and safety.”
“I’m wondering if I’m more nervous than Noa is,” Kit said.
“You definitely are,” I chuckled. “He rarely gets nervous at all, and he loves sounding.”
Kit shuddered and sank deeper into the hot tub. He had Colt on one side, Lucas on the other, both watching his reactions—but the Sadist with anticipation and a fair bit of glee.
Kit looked up at Colt. “You’re supposed to reassure me, Daddy.”
Colt laughed and took a swig from his beer.
Lucas cleared his throat. “You constantly forget what he is, sweetheart. He’s going to enjoy every moment of your suffering before you discover whether or not you’ll like sounding too.”
“I won’t,” Kit complained.
I grinned to myself and scooted another inch or two closer to Lucian. Colt had turned the jets to medium, so they didn’t really produce bubbles, just set the water in motion. You could see everything happening underneath the surface. The spotlights helped too. And Lucian’s body called to me.
After spending over an hour together talking about wax play and limits, we’d parted ways. I’d wanted to eat and see what Noa was up to, and Lucian was gonna talk to KC. But now, shortly after I’d sunk into one of the hot tubs, Lucian had surprised me by joining us. And I was wondering if, possibly, we could maybe play tonight. The party was in full swing in the club area; people were dancing, fucking, and scening all over.
Noa and two other subs were with Greer, preparing for the demo, which should be starting… “What time is it?” I asked.
Lucian lifted his hand from under the surface. Of course his expensive-looking watch was water-resistant. “Ten past eight.”
Oh. That explained the high-pitched screaming rising above the industrial music in the club. Penelope must be torturing her girl’s nipples.
“Damn—already?” Colt was surprised. “We should get crackin’, then, Kit. Greer will probably begin soon.” He drained the last of his beer.
I wasn’t in a hurry. Greer was gonna go through the basics for beginners with the other two boys before he did a session with Noa.
“Can you let me know when it’s Noa’s turn, Sir?” I asked.
“Of course.” Lucas smiled reassuringly before ushering Kit out of the tub. Colt followed right after, saying all kinds of nasty things to Kit about the horrors of sounding. Man, he loved being a Sadist. I didn’t like sounding—although, it was a very effective punishment for me—but it wasn’t half as bad as Colt made it sound.
I felt for Kit sometimes, despite that he loved it.
“Cam.” Lucian nodded toward the cabins, and I was surprised to see KC. Walking with his cane. “I pray he’s done summoning the strength to show Noa who he’s become.”
Something had certainly changed—and not just his clothes, which were as black as his hair. He looked…determined. His jaw was set, his sleeves were folded back, his hair somewhat tamed. He was gonna watch the demo, wasn’t he?
“Tell me he wants Noa,” I said.
“You know he does.” Lucian shifted in his seat to face me better, and he rested his arm along the edge behind me. “Did you have a good day?”
I smiled and mirrored his position. “Yes, Sir. But I think it can get even better.”
“You do?” He reached for his own beer. “Well, we’re alone. You can say or ask me anything.”
I wanted him to kiss me…but I wasn’t gonna force it. Now was the time for me to let him lead. He had intentions after all.
In the meantime, I could bring up stuff that might earn me that kiss sooner. “It’s your birthday next week. Do you have any special plans?”
That’s right. I’ve been paying attention to you. I’ve observed your desires and learned about you.
He rumbled a low chuckle and glared playfully. “You had to remind me I’m much, much older than you?”
Oh. I grinned. “Not that much, Sir.”
He raised a brow. “Twenty years, pet. That’s not chump change.”
No, but it was hot. He exuded raw masculinity in that businessman, I-own-the-world type of way. With the fancy clothes, the nice cars, the expensive watches, the silver in his hair and chest hair… Yeah, that was my crack.
Older men had something else too. Many were a little jaded, and it was possible I was drawn to men who’d been knocked down a peg or two.