We’re also working on his dick concerns. Honestly, I’m horrified that he thinks his dick is lacking in any way. He’s fucking gorgeous, every goddamn inch of him, and that includes all the inches of his cock.
Now I make sure his cock gets a whole lot of worship every single time we’re together. First, second, ending the night—whenever. As long as it happens.
However, all of this still leaves me feeling like he’s not getting everything he needs from me. I need help. I need someone to talk to. But I don’t know who.
The thought occurred to me that maybe I should talk to Ren. I’ve poked at Felton a few times, asking questions that don’t inherently sound like I’m pushing for personal information regarding his relationship with Ren. That’s not truly what I’m after.
I’m simply wondering if he’s the kind of dom that I can talk to.
Felton’s here before Willits by design today. We’re sitting on the couch watching Detroit and Columbus play. The game doesn’t begin for another hour, which is closer to when Willits will arrive. Right now, it’s just Sports Spot covering other games and other sports. Like those sports matter. Pfft.
“What’s Ren up to today?” I ask.
Felton shrugs. “I think he’s hanging out with his friends.”
“Denny and Zenia?”
He nods. “And Carson and Kroy.”
Those aren’t names I’m familiar with. “And they are?”
His eyes meet mine, and he looks amused. “His friends.”
“You mean he has friends outside of hockey?” I ask, horrified.
Felton grins. “Yeah. All five of them are good friends.”
“That’s cool. How’s the new agent treating you?” I ask.
His eyebrows knit together. “They’re great. Why?”
“Easy,” I say, patting his leg. “I’m just asking. I know you went through some shit with the last one.”
Felton sighs. “Ren takes care of that stuff,” he says quietly, looking away. “I don’t understand it, and I trust that he’s going to take better care of it than I can.”
“Hey.” A minute passes before he’s willing to meet my eyes again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset about it. I really was just asking. I hear about a lot of people who are working with Rigo at Pride Sports. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of any other names from Pride. I was beginning to think he’s a one-man show. That’s all.”
Wow. I’ve seriously put a foot in my mouth as I try to pry. That’s what I get for being a nosy bitch.
He nods. “Okay. So far, Ren really likes her. Lilianna’s nice and explains things clearly. Ren makes sure all my contracts go through his contract lawyers, so I’m not being taken advantage of again.”
“Good. I’m very glad to hear that.”
Felton gives me a smile, but I still feel like an ass. “Okay, look. I have a question that I’ve been trying to beat around the bush about for a while, and I’m just going to ask because that attempt at subtly finding out made you feel like shit and I’m sorry.”
His expression turns amused. “Why didn’t you just ask to begin with?”
“Because it’s kind of personal, and I don’t want you to think I’m… invading your privacy or something. On that note, feel free to tell me to mind my own fucking business, okay?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”
“The other day—a while ago now—I mentioned the dom/sub lifestyle. Remember? When we were doing yoga?”
Felton nods.
“You said that you and Ren kind of have that relationship.”
He nods again.
