Page 52 of Sin Deep
“You’re going to make quite the impression, and you might not realize it, but that will reflect well on me. You will have earned your reward tonight.” Winter tucked in his shirt and slid a black belt through the loops of his pants.
Such a hot bastard. Harley tucked in, swallowing a moan when his fingers brushed his prick.
Winter slid into his boots, then went to the mirror to finger comb his dark hair. There was a little gray at Winter’s temples and some more scattered throughout, but he wasn’t what Harley would consider gray-haired at all.
It was hot, obviously, because he was following the guy around like a god.
“Are you ready, petit? You look so good. There will be some other handsome people there tonight, but you just remember that I only have eyes for you. Hm? You can be confident of that.” Winter took his hand and gave him a light kiss.
“I believe it. You could have had one of them before. Now you have me.” And that was that. Winter wanted him.
“Now I have you. And you, petit, have me. Hm? I’m yours too.” Winter put his phone in his pocket, grabbed the apartment key and led him out.
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Winter felt like a new man walking through the club’s imposing doors with Harley by his side. His boy’s very presence made him feel confident, younger, so proud. Harley looked beautiful and seemed happy to be out, even though he was sure the boy had to be a little nervous about all of this.
Clint had the most calming energy he’d ever been around, though, and he knew Harley would be able to relax soon enough.
The club was busy, his usual spot was open, but there were seats at Clint’s table all the way across the room. He nodded to Deacon, whose eyes went wide.
“Hello, Sir! Hi, Harley! Master Clint said you’d be coming in. I’ll let him know you’re here. You both look amazing.”
“Thank you, Deacon.” He turned to his boy. “Would you care for a drink, petit? Or shall we wait until we’re settled?”
“I’m easy, honey. I’ll follow your lead.” Harley gave him a warm smile. “I think that’s the wisest idea, don’t you?”
“You’re a smart boy.” Particularly given they’d be sitting at a table full of Doms and their subs. He had never really considered himself a Dom, but he was quite comfortable in their company. They appreciated his appetites and even shared some of them, so they had plenty in common.
“Go ahead and sit, Master Winter.”
Of course, to many of the subs, and to all the boys that worked for Clint, he was Sir or Master anyway.
Harley tilted his head, eyes curious, but he didn’t question or complain.
“Come along, petit.” He offered Harley his arm and moved to the back of the room, keeping his boy close. He could feel eyes on them, and he was sure Harley was aware as well; the boy was very observant.
Harley didn’t shy away from it, but he did stay close, fingers firm on his arm, proving a hint of nerves.
“They have to look at you because you’re so beautiful, my boy.” He pulled out a chair for Harley, not giving a damn what anyone thought about it. He did as he pleased and always had.
“Thank you, sir.” Harley kissed his cheek, the buss soft, sweet.
Clint’s table sat eight, and so far they were only two, but he knew Clint would be along shortly. He didn’t mind having a moment to sit with Harley. “I should think we’ll run into your friends tonight—Oliver, Jesse—they’re usually here on Saturdays.”
“Yeah, I know Oliver likes to come out.” Harley leaned into him a bit. “It feels like this place is just waiting to come alive, hmm?”
He nodded. “We’re here a tad earlier than usual so we can talk a bit with Clint before he has to be the host and owner he is. Anything can happen here, and he’s often called away for one thing or another.”
“I can’t imagine owning something this big. That’s a ton of work.”
“I imagine it is, though Clint doesn’t talk about it that way. He’s never mentioned it being work.” Clint was rightfully proud of the club.
“Winter.”
Speak of the very man. He stood. “Good evening, Clint. Were your ears burning? We were just talking about you.”
Harley stood as well and offered Clint a warm smile.
