We were both giddy as we cut it into slices while the next pizza went into the oven. Before we knew it, Jackson and Pete were here. We all sat and enjoyed the food made with all the love in the world, but it was hard not to laugh at Pete’s bewildered look whenever Mike and I touched.
“It’s so weird,” Pete whispered, staring at my hand where it rested on Mike’s thigh under the table.
“Weird as in seeing your best friend jack-off your little brother in your kitchen?” Mike countered, making Jackson choke on his coke while Pete just rolled his eyes.
“You make it sound like we traumatized you,” Pete drawled.
“You did!” Mike accused. “First Jackson, andthenyou.”
Jackson shook his head. “You should’ve knocked.”
Mike looked at my confused expression and whispered loudly, “I really should have.”
“Enough about trauma,” Jackson started with a smile. “How did the two of you get together? Pete only told me you’d started talking more when we got together.”
Before Mike could answer, I did. “I wore these tight-fitting leather pants and that’s all it took.”
Pete laughed. “They do look good on you.”
“You’ve seen them?!” Mike gasped.
Pete just nodded. “He bought them to help me before I asked Jackson out.”
“Help you?”
“Yeah,” Pete shrugged. “I knew Jackson was into BDSM because you’d said as much, so I thought I might as well practice with the one person who wouldn’t judge.”
“You’ve been together?” Mike asked, looking a little ill.
“No!” I quickly assured him. “And unlike you, Pete didn’t get the pleasure of touching my dick while I wore them.”
Jackson laughed while Pete covered his ears and made, “lalalala,” noises.
Mike pointed at Pete, “See! Not so fun anymore, is it?!”
Pete just shook his head frantically.
I just laughed. “No more talk about dicks, got it.”
“Or leather,” Pete added.
“Or BDSM,” Mike supplied.
“Well, this evening just turned boringrealquick,” Jackson commented, making us all laugh.
Chapter Fourteen
Mike
It had been three wonderful days filled with utter bliss and happiness, but I was excited about going to work tomorrow. Rino had talked with us over the phone yesterday and was confident that with Dylan by my side things would be easier. Some mediums needed anchors and I just so happened to be one of them. I should’ve felt broken or weak… but how could I, when it had given me Dylan? I would’ve fallen for him no matter what. I’d learned anchors had to be romantically linked to their mediums before they could bond; something about genetics and chemistry. Honestly, I’d drifted off while Rino was explaining and just basked in how cute Dylan had looked next to me.
Now I was faced with a big decision, or rather, a bigdesireof mine. Dylan and I had fooled around plenty, but we’d also just… been. Truly it had been perfect, but I wanted to go a step further with Dylan, and now I finally felt completely ready to do that. I wanted to have penetrative sex with him, even if it terrified me in some ways. For me sex was something emotional and intimate. It always had been. Vera hated when I got all mushy and cuddly after. Even though I logically knew that sex with Dylan wouldn’t be anything like I’d experienced before, I still had those doubts about myself. Which was why I’d decided to seduce him into fucking me.
His leather pants were a no go, so I’d chosen something different, something I’d kept a secret. Something that until today, had been for me and me alone.
In our bedroom, I twirled in front of our floor length mirror and gave an appreciative nod to my laced covered butt. I had no idea if Dylan would be into it or not, but it made me feel pretty. And I needed that boost tonight.
“Damn.”
