“I can’t miss the event tonight and thought I’d have a chance to see your new colleagues if I came here too.” He scanned the people around. “Helena will join us at the club. You know how my dear wife loves a good drag show.”
Finley picked that moment to stand up from the table and head towards the bar, greeting him with a nod on the way.
“Kage.” He clapped him on the shoulder in passing but stopped when he saw Mike.
“That’s Mike, my brother.”
“I’m Finley, bar and security.”
“Pleasure.” The men shook hands. “I’m the younger one.”
“Yes, and the pride of the family!” Kage rolled his eyes.
“How so?” Finley’s eyes bounced between them.
Mike was half a head shorter but similar in build. They were adopted from different families, but at such a young age they’d never known a world without the other.
“He’s a lawyer and I squandered my business degree. Do the maths.” Kage fought the urge to stick his tongue out as if they were still kids.
Mike shrugged, his gaze scanning Finley. “So you’retheFinley. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Kage shot his brother an I’m-going-to-throttle-you look. “No, you didn’t.” Kage had called his brother once, okay maybe twice, and mentioned the new bartender who was playing his emotional strings like a guitar. But that didn’t mean Finley should know Kage was struggling not to touch him whenever he was near.
Kage looked around for help and his eyes landed on his friend from uni. Their short hair, dyed bright orange this time, stuck out every which way, and their petite stature hid under an oversized hoodie.
“Hey M! Meet my colleague, Finley.” Kage beckoned them with a wave.
“Hi, I’m Molly, but everyone calls me M.” They shook hands, and the conversation turned to everyone’s deep connection to The Golden Handcuffs and the many parties they’d attended there.
M and Mike joined their friends on the side while Latif flew by and deposited several more people into their seats, then returned to swoop Kage and Finley into a booth.
“I need to sit for a moment, then I’ll be off to get ready for tonight,” Latif said, just as someone patted his shoulder and dragged him away. “I’ll be right back.”
Kage relaxed into the cushion, and crossed his legs at the ankles, brushing Finley’s feet. The man’s gaze snapped to him. He wasn’t on duty tonight and it was clear how relaxed he was,with his knees spread, his thick arms on the sides of the booth, showing the Ace of hearts and scattered dice ink. Instead of a clean-shaven face, a ginger stubble graced his jaw. It would scratch so wonderfully between Kage’s ass cheeks, with Finley tied to a bed as Kage sixty-nined with him by sitting on his face. But that’s not what he’d do during a scene, so it would never happen.
“Did you like the toys?” Kage asked. Hopefully, his face remained clear of the havoc thinking of Finley using them had wrought on Kage. His wrist had gotten a workout and his cock was still sore.
Finley blushed, his freckled face gorgeous, his big shoulders shaking with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah. I just wished you didn’t pay for them.”
“Consider the package a training set, then. A friendly gift.” Kage imagined Finley stuffing himself with the thin suction dildo and jacking off with the Fleshjack at the same time. Maybe in the shower with water cascading down his muscled frame.Stop it.
“Well, now I owe you.”
“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Would asking Finley to send pictures of him using the toys be too much? Probably. But his dick hardened at the idea.
Chapter Eleven
Finley
Kage’s gaze was pure fire.
Finley would picture it when he stretched his ass on the dildos Kage had sent him. The box full of fun toys, instructions and several books had proven very useful and had kept Finley occupied every evening since he’d received it. He should tell Kage about that in detail. Right now, in public, just to see what he’d do.
If he’d asked Finley to get under the table and blow him, Finley was half-convinced he’d comply. His libido had become insatiable since the first scene he’d witnessed, but with every moment spent with Kage, he craved so much more than watching him dom other people, or even submitting to the man himself.
But what did he want? Everything. He was scared to contemplate what that would entail. Given half a chance, he’d straddle Kage and worship his neck, exposed in front of him right now by the vee of a black dress shirt.
His spiral into naughtiness ended abruptly when Latif slid into the booth next to Kage, bringing a glass of whiskey for Finley and a lime-looking drink for Kage.
