Could one’s dick fall off due to a lack of blood flow to the member?
Was he even safe wearing this blasted thing?
Why did Niko buy him such a super-small swimsuit? And why the horrid colors? Was the dude secretly colorblind?
Reid glanced over at hisformerbest friend—yes, he said “former” because nocurrentbest friend would ever allow him to wear such a hideous and tight-as-fuck bathing suit—and wondered what the evil man was up to.
“So, are we almost there?” Reid asked, arm resting on the window while he tried not to picture what his cock must look like—all squished up and unable to breathe.
The poor guy.
“Yeah. Ten more minutes, then we’ll be at the Watering Hole.”
“Watering Hole?” Reid asked, not quite sure what that was.
“It’s what we call it. It’s a tiny pond out in the middle of nowhere. It’s got a sandy beach and hills surrounding the water. Not many people know about it, so we usually come out here to swim and chill out on the weekends sometimes.”
“Why do you call it theWatering Hole?”
“'Cause it’s a shit-looking place. Ace once said that it looked like the kind of place you'd take a donkey to get some water.”
Reid chuckled.
“So are the guys meeting us there?” Reid asked, kind of disappointed if it wasn’t going to be just the two of them. He was enjoying all the one-on-one time that he was getting with his best friend, even if the man had no sense of fashion.
“They’ll join us later this afternoon. For now, it’s just us,” Niko explained, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
A few minutes later, they left the main road and took a dirt path that led straight to a body of water.
Although Reid might not have initially picked this place for relaxing and swimming, the rustic setting and secluded spot made it surprisingly perfect for a laid-back afternoon chill.
Exiting the truck, he took in a deep breath and enjoyed the fresh open air as it filled his lungs. One definitely didn’t get fresh air like this out in the city.
They unloaded the truck and laid out the blankets on the sand that Niko referred to as a beach.
The temperature was still a bit too cool for swimming, so they decided to wait until later in the day to take the plunge.
“So, when did you get the bull ring?” Nikolai asked, gesturing to his own nose but referring to the hoop dangling from under Reid’s.
“About six months after I…” His voice trailed off.
It was hard to talk about his past without giving Niko the details. Perhaps it was time.
“Escaped,” Reid finished.
Appearing to sense the change in Reid’s demeanor, Nikolai sat up on one arm and turned to face him.
It was time to tell Nikolai what really happened to him all those years ago.
The sound of a key sliding into the condo door woke Reid from his semiconscious sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, mostly because he’d been struggling with thoughts of going back to using.
He’d been clean ever since he first met Mikhail, who had forced him to stop using. He needed his dick at full potential if he was going to be making mad money, as Mikhail had put it—the bastard conveniently left out the part where he would be taking ninety percent of his earnings.
But there were always moments, from time to time, when he remembered how easy it was to sniff a little coke or pop a little pill and quiet all the turmoil rolling around inside his head.
Having Niko around always seemed to help. Somehow, the giant Russian was always able to calm his mind and pull him out of his chaos.
But nights like tonight, when he was home alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, he missed it.
