Just as he’s about to take a swing, his pager goes off. This is the reality of the lives he saves. They come at a price. He’s always one phone call away from emergency surgery.
“I need to go. Sorry, guys. A patient needs a craniotomy now if he’s going to live through the night.”
“Thanks for coming, bro.” We slap each other on the back.
“Remember, she wasn’t your person.”
“I don’t think I have a person.”
“That’s what I said before I met Freya. She’ll catch you off guard when you least expect it.”
“Later, brother.” He says goodbye to everyone before heading toward his car at a jog.
“He’s right. I thought Helena and I were going to be a friends-with-benefits situation, and then she became the center of my world.”
“I get it. You, Pierce, and Dalton all have everything you’ve ever wanted. What part of that is supposed to make me feel better?”
“That’s just it. It wasn’t what I wanted until her. You’re going to find a forever sub.”
“I’m not sure I even want that, Flex. Honestly, my life is full with the restaurant, the club, and now opening the new Rooftop at Venom. I think I’m happy to just fuck around on the voyeur floor.”
“I heard you had Samantha put on a show for you.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on revisiting that. She’s such a brat.”
“Thank fuck.”
Ford overhears her name and comes to my side. “Samantha’s good for a four-way. She takes dick in every hole like a champ.”
“I saw you enjoying yourself with that petite little brunette. Fuck me, she’s hot.”
“She’s new, but not to the lifestyle, obviously. I wouldn’t have a trainee jump straight in on a four-way, but she was at some other club in LA before moving here. I would definitely recommend her mouth. Fucking hell, she can deepthroat like a champ.”
“When was the last time we were all together?” I see a lot of Flex and Dalton, but others have been in and out lately, or at least the hours I’m at Venom.
“It’s been a while. A few months at least.”
I watch as Eli smacks ball after ball after ball, putting us all to shame.
“Did you know Eli was a pro ball player?” I ask Flex.
“No idea.”
“Do you ever chat with him about the lifestyle?”
“He asks a lot of questions.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“One hundred percent.” There is no way Eli isn’t going to dip his toe in the water sometime soon. If he does, I’d happily let him fuck a sub with me.
“You’re up, Ry.” Eli holds the bat out to me.
I jump back in on the rowdy conversation with the rest of the guys, thanking my lucky stars that I have so many friends in my corner. We spend the rest of the night laughing and joking before heading to Venom for a few drinks.
It’s rare to have Eli on the other side of the bar, and I can see him twitching as the bartender takes our orders. “Loosen up, bro. You’re not working tonight.”
“It’s weird.”
