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Jinx looks away, like he doesn’t want to ask but needs to know. “What did you call him?”

“During moments of sweetness, he was my Angel. During our sessions, he was my little slut. He enjoyed both names.”

Jinx finally looks into the phone and nods, his hand tucked under his pillow, the other threading through the cat’s long fur. He looks more tired now.

“What did he call you?”

“He also called me Daddy.”

“Oh.”

“Does that bother you? I like being called that, but if you prefer to call me something else, tell me now.”

“If you like it, then I’ll keep calling you that.”

We sit and stare at each other for a moment. When he yawns, I expect him to say goodnight. Instead, he asks, “Does it hurt to talk about him?”

Jinx has been open and honest, so I can give him no less. “Yes. Very much.”

“I won’t make you tell me what happened.”

I smile sadly. “Thank you. I will tell you, but not yet.”

“Can we talk more tomorrow night?”

“I’d like that, Precious.”

“Will you tell me about one of your sessions with him?”

“Sure.”

“I think I’m ready to sleep now.”

“Good night, my sweet pet.”

He smiles sleepily. “Night, Daddy.”

We hang up, and my ears ring from the silence. I touch the screen where his face had been, already missing him, too.

Chapter 14

Jinx

It’s Friday morning, and my muscles already ache as we clean out the horses’ stalls. They’re out there in the fields, playing now that some of the snow has melted off, and it’s above freezing.

Even Julien is cleaning. That’s one thing I like about him. He doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty. He’s not our boss. We’re all brothers here. We all contribute to the ranch.

As I’ve been working, my stomach has been dipping and twisting, making it fucking hard to hide my smile. Later this afternoon, I’m headed over to Mason’s, and I can’t wait. This is when things get real.

As promised, he’s called me every night to talk until I fall asleep. I’d rather have his body, but it was the next best thing. In return, I followed all his rules and wore his little toys, with pictures and all. It was so fucking hard not to jack off. Just wearing them and thinking about the things Mason’s planning made me horny as fuck.

Aleks and I are digging out all the shit from Snickers’ stall when he elbows me. “Hey.”

“Uhm… hey? Bro, we’ve been working side-by-side all morning.”

He gnaws on his bottom lip and glances away. “So, I was wondering… I mean, you don’t have to, but I’d like you to. It’s probably not your thing. Yeah, probably. But still, I want to ask—”

“Dude!” I laugh. “Out with it.”