Page 53 of Sin Deep
“All good, I’m sure.” Clint shook Winter’s hand and gave him a smile in return.
“Always.” Winter turned to introduce Harley. “Clint, I’m so pleased to introduce you to my Harley. Harley, this is Master Clint.”
Harley held out his hand to shake. “Very nice to meet you, Sir. You have a great place here. It’s beautiful.”
He watched Clint, knowing the man well after all these years, and noted the genuinely pleased expression. “Thank you, Harley. I hope you feel welcome and comfortable. Please, both of you, sit.”
Harley went for his chair this time and he nodded. “Thank you.”
The temptation to say “good boy” was strong, but they hadn’t discussed how they would address each other quite yet. That was by design; he wanted Harley to understand the dynamic at the club a bit better first.
Harley caressed his shoulder as he sat, the touch leaving tingles.
He gave his boy a fond look as Harley sat beside him.
“Harley, Oliver tells me you’re a friend of Jackson’s. Subletting his room. How do you like New York?” Clint raised a finger in the direction of the bar and gave a slight nod.
“It’s fascinating, Sir. I have seen so many things—from apartments to folks to food. I’ve fallen in love.”
It was a rare thing that made him blush, but Harley managed it, though he supposed the boy could have meant in love with the city.
Clint chuckled. “I’m sincerely happy for you. I see Winter has worked some of his magic on your eyes tonight. It suits you very well.”
Harley’s blush was the best type of rouge. “Thank you, Sir. He did. He’s amazing.”
Clint nodded and started to say something, but a boy arrived with his drink, and they exchanged a few quiet words.
He turned to Harley and took his boy’s hand. “You’re doing just fine, petit. Why don’t you get us drinks? I’ll have wine; Deacon knows my favorites.”
“Yes, sir.” Harley leaned close. “Do you want me to start us a tab?”
What a great idea. “Be my guest, love.” Harley picked up on the formalities rather quickly. Such a bright boy.
Harley walked off, making a beeline for the bar. His boy had a lovely ass.
“He seems happy.”
Winter glanced at Clint. “He does, doesn’t he? I’m honestly over the moon about that.”
“Another Texan, too? We’re going to have to introduce him to Tommy’s Dr. Sam.”
Oh, Clint must be in a good mood, to tease about Sam O’Reilly, who had just recently received his PhD.
“I’d hoped they might be in tonight, but if not I’ll be sure to give Thomas a call. I don’t think Harley has quite the same fire as Sam, but we’ve only known each other a short time. You think he fits in though, don’t you? That he’s comfortable here?”
“He seems to be perfectly willing, and he is obviously smitten. I’m glad to see it.”
He nodded. “He loves the eyes, the makeup. And we discovered it accidentally, it was a lovely moment. Unforgettable, really. We’ll see how long he stays…like this. Mine.” He had no reason to think otherwise of Harley, but he’d been close to this with so many younger men. He thought of it as being realistic, not pessimistic.
“I very much hope he’s the exception to the rule, my friend.”
“Thank you. I do too. Obviously.” He winked at Clint.
“Master Winter!” Oliver appeared out of nowhere in a pink jacket and a feather boa. “Hello, Master Clint. I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Clint shook his head and chuckled. “Apology accepted, boy. Everything is well?”
“Yes, Sir. Very good. Excellent. Master Winter, Harley looks amazing. Did you have a good birthday?”
