Page 38 of Axe Marks the Spot

But I’d be disgusted with myself afterward. Lindsey deserves more than that. She deserves more than being a client I jack off to when I’m horny, something I’ve never done or even thought of doing before. If I’ve gotten turned on in the past, I’ve just let it be what it was with no judgment and gone on with my life.

Fuck. I remove my hand and stand up. I’m not going to give in to myself in the way my body craves, but I can be the Dom Lindsey deserves. The Dom she expects me to be.

I call Levi, and he answers on the first ring. “Dane, my man. You called early.”

Fuck. I’d forgotten briefly that I was going to call him after one o’clock to talk about the obstacle course gig I said I’d take over for him starting tomorrow.

“I have a favor I need to ask you,” I say.

“Alright. It’d better not be asking me to get someone else to volunteer—I told you, you’re it.”

“No, I need you to call the General Store. Ask Carlee or Hollyn to deliver as many premade sandwiches and chips as they can to the ER nurses at the hospital.”

“Um, that’s an odd request.”

My jaw flexes. “Tell her it’s a thank-you from the loggers for all the work they did during the games. You know the nurses were not taking care of only you during the weekend.”

“Dane, I can’t pay for that.”

I want to reach through the phone and throttle him. “I’ll pay for it.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“As a favor to me, just do it, and keep my name out of it.”

“Damn, you’re rich, aren’t you?”

I’m not a millionaire, but I’m not hurting for cash. Between the services I offer and the money my videos on Loopr pay out, buying lunch for nurses isn’t going to put a dent in my bank account. Not in the slightest.

“Levi, as a favor to me, will you do it or not?”

“On one condition.”

I rub my hand over my face, pacing across my deck. It’s already after eleven, and I want this done as soon as possible so Lindsey eats.

“What is it?”

“You don’t complain about the obstacle course. Not one more peep or groan or grouse.”

“Fine,” I answer without delay. I wasn’t going to, anyway. I put my phone on speaker and open a pay app, finding Levi by his name. I send him five hundred dollars and hear his gasp on the other end.

“I don’t think it will cost that much.”

“Keep the change or donate it, I don’t care.”

“So grumpy.”

“I’ll call you later. Text me when it’s done.”

“Okay, boss, you got it.”

“And remember, don’t say it was from me.”

“Okay, weirdo.”

I hang up before I say something asshole-ish, grateful he’s at least doing what I requested. I put my phone in my pocket, not allowing myself to question if what I’m having Levi do is the wrong move. All I care about is that itch to take care of my submissive is scratched. Lindsey will eat, and the rest of the nurses will, too.

That’s what I’m choosing to focus on.