Page 60 of Sin Deep
“I do. It’s Sunday, and I think we should take it easy today since we both work tomorrow, but soon, I’d like to see you in some of those things. How would you feel about that? Next weekend?”
“I’m totally free next weekend.” And he was willing to trust Winter too. “Is it okay if I don’t have any? Kinks? I mean… I haven’t given it a lot of thought. You? You, I can’t stop thinking about.”
“Darling boy, you like what you like, it’s really that simple. A kink is really anything that gets you off. You most certainly have kinks, but there’s no need for labels if you don’t care for them.” Winter winked at him.
“I do? Cool.” He liked that idea. Him, having kinks. Who would believe that?
“Mm. Yes. Shall I name one for you? Or would you like to let it be?”
Oh, now he was curious. Like for real, honestly curious. “Can you? Name one for me?”
“Delayed gratification,” Winter answered simply. “You enjoyed wanting all evening, that was clear.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s good, wanting, and then the actual orgasm is more than just rubbing one off, huh? It feels way more real, like we meant it that way.” He’d never considered that there would be a name for it.
“Well, we did mean it that way.” Winter winked at him. “You were most appreciative when I let you come for me.”
“I was. I like that—when it’s big, when it’s not just a bodily function.” Winter made him wiggle some. “And I did appreciate you, all the way to the bone.”
“So, that’s a legitimate kink, petit. And I am sure over time you’ll discover others. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, obviously.”
“Well, there you go. I get to belong.” That didn’t embarrass him at all. He loved the idea of finding a place where he fit in.
“I can’t imagine you’d have had any trouble with that in any case. So that was your one burning question? Nothing else?”
“No, that was just the big one. I mean, Sam’s nipples were pierced, Winter, and just out in the open where anyone could touch them!”
“Yes!” Winter chuckled. “Wasn’t that a lovely thing? He is proud of his piercings. But no one would dare touch them, petit. Trust me on that.”
“No?” Okay, that was pretty cool, when you got right down to it. He liked that idea, knowing that everyone was so respectful.
“No. Sammy belongs to Master Thomas. Just as Raine belongs to Master Callum, and, petit, you belong to me.”
“Mmm…” That was a fascinating thought. “I’ll be yours, no problem at all.”
Winter’s eyes sparkled in the sunlight. “Thank you, love. You make me happy. Though, I fear that you’ll find something, somewhere, someone you want more than you want me eventually. Once you find your feet, discover who you’re meant to be, it might not be mine any longer.”
“I’m not that kind of guy. I’m steady as anything.”
“You are a good boy, Harley. Just so…easy. So open. This weekend has been a dream. But tomorrow we go back to work, hm?”
What did that mean? Did that mean that all the things Winter had said were just for this weekend? That it wasn’t really true? That would suck, especially since he’d meant what he’d said. Maybe this was, like, a game, something Winter put on and took off like a costume. He could do that, he guessed. At least he could pretend to until he figured it out. What had Sam said? If he didn’t get it, just be polite. “Yes, sir. Totally.”
“I will miss you. Unless, of course, you’d like to stay with me for a night or two. I won’t tire you out for work, I promise.”
“I’d love to.”
Winter was wigging him right the fuck out, but he needed to just breathe and figure out what was what.
“You really were amazing last night. I hope you know that. Clint was very impressed with how comfortable you seemed. And I do enjoy dancing with you.”
“Mmm…we dance together well.” He sipped his coffee, telling himself to stay loose, stay easy. “I loved it.”
“I suppose I got ahead of things asking you to move in. I’m sorry about that. I know you and Oliver are good friends.” Winter nuzzled his temple. “You can let me know when you’re ready. If you are.”
Okay, this was weird. “Did I do something wrong? I mean, between last night and now? If I did, you can just tell me.”
“Wrong?” Winter looked genuinely confused. “Not at all. You’re perfect. What do you mean?”
