“I’m so confused. You’re gonna have to help me out a bit here.”
“He won’t dom me,” Verity shrugged and picked their sandwich back up.
“But he’s a dom?”
“Yes.”
“But he won’t dom you?” Jack scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
“Yes.”
“Alright…” Jack cast a look in Verity’s direction before raising an eyebrow in question.
“He wants me to dom him.”
“Isn’t that good? You know, since you’re a switch?” Jack was so fucking lost. This sounded like it should be right up Verity’s alley.
“He’s not a sub.”
“But he’ll sub for you?”
“So he says.” Verity twisted their hair into a knot at the back of their head and tucked the ends in so the bun stayed put.
“I don’t know what it is with you and Landon not acknowledging that you have good things right in front of your face. You don’t even know how lucky you are to have that.” Jack felt himself getting angry—a tightening of the muscles in his shoulders as he lamented the miles between him and Callum while his two friends played games with the men who willingly offered their devotion—and their proximity.
“I’m thirty-six years old. I’m not in the market to teach someone how to submit,” Verity protested.
Jack scoffed. “You can’tteachsomeone how to submit. They either do or they don’t. You can show them different types of play, but the submission, that either comes naturally or not. And if he’s volunteering, then it’s there.”
“It’s complicated,” Verity huffed.
“Sounds like you’re making it complicated. And if you’re fucking, then what is the problem? Just give a little.”
Jack would give anything to be with Callum, and that terrified him. The tension in his shoulders snaked up his neck and down his spine. His appetite evaporated and he set the last bite of sandwich on the table.
“Who said we’re fucking?” Verity asked with a cocky lift of their eyebrows.
“You just sleep naked together?”
The longer Verity took to answer that question, the surer Jack grew that Verity did, in fact, just sleep naked with Aaron.
“What about yours, Daddy?” Verity asked, cleverly manipulating Jack into changing the subject.
“I’ve met someone online,” Jack admitted.
“Where does he live?”
“California.” Jack looked away. “He’s a bit unhappy with me, though.”
“What did you do?” Verity smiled. “I have to admit, I’m pleased that, for once, you’re the one fucking things up.”
“I didn’t fuck anything up,” Jack protested, hoping it was true. It had been almost a week since he’d spoken to Callum last, but Jack was doing his best to respect that Callum had asked for space to sort out his feelings.
The relationship they’d found themselves in was hurting them both, and it wasn’t fair. Callum didn’t want to do anything long distance anymore and, at the end of the day, there was nothing between themexceptdistance and maybe the first pangs of an affection beyond lust.
“Maybe I did,” he amended. “I’ll tell you, but it’s between us, okay?”
“Ooh!” Verity grinned, eyes sparkling. “I do love a good secret.”
