Page 52 of Dangle

“Good boy.”

I groaned, and my cock twitched. Why the fuck did him saying that to me light me up the way it did?

“And from what you said, I’m gathering you need to change your image up.”

Okay, that I couldn’t not respond to. “You’re not about to suggest I Hallmark movie fake date some chick, are you?”

“Fuck no.”

“Okay then what were you going to suggest because that’s what my mother suggested not too long ago.”

“Your mother actually suggested you find a beard.”

“Actually, she suggested that since I’m not ‘really gay’—after I explained being pansexual didn’t mean I could choose to ignore the attraction I felt for male-presenting people or turn it off—that I let her find someone who wouldn’t be opposed to being in an open relationship. Quietly.”

He blinked. Multiple times. Then closed his eyes and licked his lips and took not one but two deep breaths. “Okay, wow.”

I laughed because what else was I supposed to do? “Your reaction probably would’ve gone over much better than my own did. I will say, she’s trying to understand. She was raised in Russia for the most part.”

He nodded and sighed. “Not a great place to learn about sexuality and queerness.”

“No,” I said.

The air between us held only the soft sounds of breathing and fabric shifting.

“Before you mentioned your aversion to dominant men, I thought we could work out a mutually beneficial situationship.”

“Ahh, so you get a hot young stud in your bed on the regular, and I get a what, an older man who helps me chill my tits?”

A slow, evenly paced bob of his chin was the only agreement I received, but then he stopped, cocked his head, and lifted a brow. “That was the idea, but it clearly won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Trey, if it’s not apparent, then let me make it so. I’m a Dom. I’m on the softer side of the kink spectrum, but still definitely a Dominant.”

“Okay…and?”

“And you don’t like Dominant men. So, it wouldn’t work. I’m a Daddy Dom. I take care of people, and my subs have rules.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what any of those words mean when put together in that order. I mean, I have an idea. I’m not completely stupid.”

“Don’t be mean to yourself. There’s plenty of assholes out there doing that for you.”

I pressed my mouth to his. I had to. When I pulled away, a soft smile graced his handsome face and a matching one graced mine if the way my face felt was anything to go by. “Can I ask you something, though?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”

“What do you get out of a…situationship…like this?” I asked, failing to think of a better descriptor.

“You mean other than a hot young stud isn’t enough?”

“Okay, so what would you get from being with me?”

“A man who ticks a lot of my boxes and makes me laugh.”

His words smacked me in the face, shocking me. I knew we had chemistry, but… “Really. I tick your boxes?”

He smiled softly, his knuckles brushing over my face. Tender and gentle weren’t touches I was familiar with. “Yes, really. You’re sexy as fuck, and you suck cock like a pro.”