Page 3 of Dangle

I wouldn’t react. I couldn’t. Taking his bait would only make things worse. Despite my guts churning and the buzzing in my head, and just how much I wanted to punch the asshole, I held my tongue. Pushed all the negative shit his words churned up in me away and kept eating my breakfast. The first of many, many,manymeals I’d eat today.

As soon as I finished eating, I dropped my dishes in the sink and the trash in the bin, and headed out to the rink. The Frozen Four waited for no man. And I planned to be ready.

ONE

SLONE

Lights and music pulsed. Drinks and conversation flowed. Kinksters danced and fucked and sucked. And well, all the other shit the kinky fuckers who flowed through the door did on a random Friday night at EDGE.

And me, I…fuck…Ishouldlove it. I had once, but…I hated it. Fucking loathed it.

Which, given that I was the owner, was a problem.

A big one.

Really.

A massive fucking problem.

One that wouldn’t leave me alone. Something was missing. Or was it someone? I couldn’t sleep because it haunted me. I searched for the elusivesomething,even in my dreams.

A shoulder checked mine, only I didn’t bother looking to see who it was. I manned the bar with one person: my best friend, former battle buddy, and business partner, Ewen Grigor.

“You’re fucking scaring off all the littles and most of the boys,” he accused.

My eyes rolled.

Hard.

I know because I not only felt them roll, it fucking hurt.

“Jesus fucking Christ. When’s the last time you got laid?”

He should know. He was…hmm…well, okay, maybe he wouldn’t. It’s not like I told him I hadn’t fucked anyone but him lately.

Ignoring him, I pointed at one of the boys in front of me. “What can I get you?”

“Oh! Hey, Slone.” The kid grinned and preened, and it just made me want to gag. I couldn’t remember his damn name. If I ever even knew it. I knew I’d fucked him multiple times. Even striped his ass with a cat-o’-nine-tails. But…

Ewen hip-checked me, his brows climbing his forehead before pinching together in the middle.

Sighing, I replied, “Hey.”

The boy’s eyes dimmed, and the beaming smile that graced his pretty face fell. “Can I get a Moscow Mule?”

I nodded, waving off the membership bracelet he held out for me to scan, instead scanning my own. The least I could do was buy the boy’s drink after forcing my shitty disposition on him.

“I asked you a question,” Ewen growled in my ear, his hand gripping the back of my neck.

He was the only man who made me feel submissive, but not enough that we’d ever contemplated moving our casual situationship from anything more than hookups. He wanted a sub, not just someone who enjoyed getting dicked down occasionally. And I wanted a boy because I couldn’t imagine being a Daddy Dom to someone chaotic like Ewen. Was it possible for two tops, two Doms to make a go of it and make it work? Absolutely. Our best friends did it for years, through multiple deployments and tours of duty, but their kink wasn’t ours. And while it might work for them, it wasn’t replicable, not with Ewen, at least not between us.

“It’s been a while,” I mumbled.

Ewen’s mouth flattened in that weird look he got when someone disappointed him. I’d seen it make little subbie boys cry without him ever muttering a syllable. He crossed his arms over his chest, drawing in a deep breath that lifted the corded muscle by several inches.

“Slone, buddy, you’re a morose motherfucker when you’re feeling needy. Get a boy under you, because I don’t know that I’ve seen you this hard up since our first float.”

The way I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself during that first deployment. But he was right, and he knew it. He’d clocked this attitude of mine almost instantly. We had just joined the same reconnaissance team. I was pushing and shoving and kicking some gear into the tiny ass space it was supposed to be stowed in while at sea. Yet, it wouldn’t fit. I couldn’t do the job assigned to me if it didn’t. We were three days of steady sailing off the coast, cruising somewhere around the Pacific. I was already losing my shit and frustrated as hell when he found me. He walked up, pushed my horny ass into the narrow space between a couple of pallets, dropped to his knees, and swallowed me fucking whole. After sucking me off, he stood, gripped my jaw, my chin resting on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and fed me my own cum.