Page 79 of Sin Deep
I’m having wine at the bar. Should I be embarrassed that I am watching the door for you?
Nope. Say hi, lover.And then the door opened, his boy right there, looking handsome, if a touch tired.
He slid off his bar stool and met Harley partway, giving him the kind of greeting that was on his mind, which was perfectly acceptable in this club. He slid a hand around Harley’s waist and kissed him as if they hadn’t seen each other in days, pulling his boy right in close.
“Mmm…” Harley hummed and pushed right into the curve of his body.
He danced Harley in a little circle before ending the kiss. “Come have a drink, let’s sit. I want to hear about your day.”
“Absolutely. I better stick with beer since I had some already.” Harley kissed his cheek.
“Was it a nice party?” He led Harley to the bar for his beer. The scent of shampoo filled his nostrils, his boy smelled squeaky clean.
“It was a bar with pizza and beer. He was happy to be retiring, I think?”
“Most people are. That’s hard work you do.”
Deacon hurried right over with a big smile. “Harley! Don’t you look so handsome? Glad you made it. What can I get you?”
“I’d like a… I think I want a Coke, man. I’ve had two beers already.”
“A Coke it is.” Deacon pulled a glass down and filled it with ice.
Poor Harley sounded worn out. “You’re tired, petit. I can tell. We won’t make it a late night.” Winter wanted to stay a little while though, long enough to dance with his boy at least. It was one of his favorite things.
“It’s not bad, lover. I want to dance with you.” Harley’s lips brushed his ear as he whispered low. “Then we can go home and…”
His boy. Always so ready for him. It made him feel proud, and a little swoony, to be honest. “And yes. My fingers are itching to touch you, petit.” He turned to Harley and caught his lips in another brief kiss.
“You make me dizzy,” Harley whispered against his lips.
Goosebumps spread over his arms and a not-unpleasant heaviness settled into his balls. He wanted what he wanted, but he was enjoying the wait. “Grab your Coke, and let’s go sit.”
“Sounds like a plan, Sir.” Harley was relaxed, dressed in his good jeans, flat belly obvious in the tight t-shirt.
“What do you think about cuffs? On your wrists? Nice leather ones that are soft inside?” He’d been thinking. Fantasizing again. It wasn’t a bad thing, but sooner or later he was going to say something and hit Harley’s limit. He had no idea where that line was, so all he could do was test. Push his boy a little and see what happened.
“Soft inside? That’s probably okay. I’d give it a go.”
As long as they were comfortable…he loved his boy. So willing. So easy going. He reached out and circled his fingers around one wrist. “I’m going to see what I can find you.”
Harley smiled and lifted his arm, kissing his closed fingers. “You spoil me.”
“And I will keep doing it every chance I get.” He loved doing it. Not only was Harley worth spoiling, but it never went to the boy’s head. He was always grateful, no matter what Winter did for him.
“Is that Raymond? Oh, yes. It absolutely is and look at Oliver. Oh my.” Raymond was turning heads in his full leather regalia—vest, pants, heavy boots, even a hat. There was a bit of a crowd between the Dom and where he and Harley were sitting, but he could see that Raymond was leading Oliver on a leash that was attached to his heavily bound wrists. The boy’s eyes were cast low, but it was hard to see much else.
Harley glanced over, a frown creasing his forehead. “Winter?”
“Hm?” He picked up his wine and took a sip. Harley was concerned. That was interesting. “I think that’s Oliver, yes?”
“Yeah… I…” That frown deepened.
“What’s the matter, petit?” Now that the room settled down a bit, he could see that Oliver was in a tight corset with chains attached that went to black alligator nipple clamps and little leather shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Raymond all but ignored him as he ordered something at the bar.
He knew Raymond. Whatever the Dom was ordering would be alcohol free. He played hard, but safely.
“That feels…mean, huh? Ugly?”
