“Dr. B, this is my friend Danny. He’s been really sad. Daddy and I thought you might be able to help us make him feel all better.” Ugh. Did he have to make me sound so pathetic?
“I think we might be able to arrange something.” Blake’s gaze slowly traveled the length of my body before settling near my waist. I wondered if he noticed the way my dick twitched under his attention. He smirked, and his tongue peeked out between his lips.
I stood taller, proud of myself for the way I affected him. The ground beneath my feet felt steadier as I realized what I was about to do. Yes, I would play with them tonight, but submitting for a scene was something totally different from handing my life over to him.
“Blake’s going to get everything ready,” John informed us. “He told me to sit down and talk to you, and he’ll come out for us soon.”
John slid his hand to the small of my back, parading Mav and me through the club as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was for him. I didn’t know what he was into before he met Mav. When we sat on one of the small couches at the edge of the room, John pulled Mav into his lap and tucked me in against his side.
It felt so damn good I wanted to cry. It had been over a year since I’d been held this way, and closer to two since I’d felt like the other person meant it. That should have been a sign that my relationship was doomed, but I’d held on until the day Michael met me at the door with my packed bags.
“You okay with this?” He slowly rubbed my arm, holding me loosely enough I could get away if I needed.
I nodded, unable to answer around the lump in my throat. If I was smart, I’d thank them for the offer and walk away. Tonight, I would be the one lying in bed alone with nothing but the memories to keep me company. And tomorrow, I’d have to face both of them at work. Seeing them sneaking kisses or groping each other when they thought no one was looking would be even more agonizing now that I knew how John’s arms felt wrapped around me.
“Nothing is going to happen tonight that you’re not fully on board with,” John promised me. “I know my boy can be a bit insistent when he wants something, but if you’d rather walk away, no one’s going to be upset with you?”
“What about you? Are you okay with me crashing whatever you’d planned on doing?” John tended to focus a lot on what Maverick needed, but if we were doing this, he also had to be on board. I didn’t want him thinking I had somehow tried to manipulate my way in between them.
“I’ll admit it’s not the type of thing I’ve considered or done before, but it’s definitely intriguing. Maverick is doing an excellent job opening my eyes to things I never imagined I’d be into,” he admitted.
I leaned forward, looking at Mav. He batted his long eyelashes and smiled. He knew damn well he was spoiled rotten. Someday, I hoped to be lucky enough to find someone who treated me as well as John treated him.
Even though I’d been hurt before, I couldn’t imagine tonight being the last time I felt so secure and cared for. If nothing else came from being invited to join their play session, I’d forever be indebted to them for reminding me that I was only hurting myself by swearing off all relationships—even casual encounters—because of Michael.
“But are you doing this for him or for you?” I pushed. A little voice inside my head screamed for me to shut up. I didn’t want him thinking too hard about this and deciding he’d rather send me on my way.
“It’s a little of both. Yes, I want to make Mav happy but, at the same time, I’m grateful to him for helping me see that we can help you, too.” He lifted his hand to cup my cheek. “You are stunning, Danny. And I hate that you’ve been in pain.”
“I haven’t been,” I lied. John quirked an eyebrow, silently daring me to lie to him again.
“While we may not be close enough for you to share whatever happened to you, don’t you dare lie to me again, boy,” John warned me. I shivered when I felt a jolt of nervous energy zip through my body.
I whimpered at the endearment. There was a time when I longed to be someone’s boy. That was before Michael totally screwed up everything. He was like a poison, rotting my greatest need until it turned into something that nearly killed me.
I nestled in closer to John’s side. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
This time, it was John’s turn to groan. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”
Blake reappeared from the back hall, beckoning us closer. My heart raced, and my knees felt like Jell-O as the three of us stood. A lump formed in my throat as I tried to decide if I was ready to walk into whatever they had planned without a clue. Could I handle it if Blake wanted to throw me into the deep end of his desires?
“Change of plans,” Blake informed us as we joined him. “The medical room is booked solid. I found another playroom that I think will be even better for our naughty boys.”
He looked at me and winked. It had been so long since I’d been genuinely aroused that I thought I might go off in my jeans. They were definitely going to need to cut me a little slack when I blew my load. This was even better than sitting at home watching clips of cheesy free porn.
“You ready?” Blake asked as he drew me to his side. He didn’t ask permission to touch me; he simply took control. He was still looking out for me, but tonight, it wasn’t going to end with platitudes.
I nodded.
“That’s not enough, Danny. If you want anything to happen tonight, we need your words.” Blake turned so he was in front of me. He braced his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes as if he was trying to find any hint of a lie behind them.
“Sorry, Sir,” I apologized. “I’m still trying to convince myself this is actually happening.”
“Oh, it’s totally happening. Mav tells me that you’ve been a sad panda for a while now. Is that true?” He knew damn well it was, that was why he was constantly checking on me. Again, I had to remind myself everyone else was already sinking into their roles for the scene we were going to do.
Mav and I both giggled at the phrase. Blake kept his arm around me as John guided Mav into our playroom for the night. I smiled when I took in the bunk beds and the gaming system along one wall. I’d been confused when I first heard about this particular room because the club already had an entire space devoted to those who were into age play. I didn’t think that was something I wanted, and yet, seeing this setup, my mind raced with all the things the four of us could do in here.
“You boys go ahead and get ready for bed,” Blake instructed us as he released me. “While you do, John and I are going to talk about what’s going to happen tonight.”
