Page 88 of Sin Deep
But his mouth went dry with wanting. Wanting to know everything.
He picked up his wine and took a sip, then set it down carefully. He heard someone say his name, but he didn’t answer, because he only had one thing on his mind now.
Harley.
He couldn’t move, so he held out a hand, beckoning, inviting his boy to join him.
Harley walked to him, laced up with hint of a waist making his boy’s shape purely sexual, the sweet ass begging for attention. His nipples were decorated, red and pouty, chains swinging as they moved. Best of all, those dark eyes were painted and fastened on him.
“Petit.” He slid his hands over the corset, the warm leather and boning exciting his fingers, and gently nudged the clamps with his thumbs. “You’re…stunning.” Stunning didn’t seem to touch it, but it was the biggest word he could find. His boy took up the whole room. Every bit of oxygen.
“Hey.” Harley licked his lips, making them gleam. “I was hoping I could buy you a drink.”
“A drink?” He wanted a taste too. He pulled Harley closer and took a kiss, gliding his tongue along Harley’s.
“A drink. A dance.” Harley nuzzled his jaw, then bit his earlobe. “A hard fuck like I deserve.”
“Is that what you want, petit?” He pulled his boy toward the dance floor, hands roaming and landing on that perfect ass, not caring who saw them. “Is that what you’re doing? Seducing me?”
“Am I?” Harley’s eyes flashed. “Do you want me?”
He tugged his boy close, so Harley could feel the answer to that question against those hard abs even through the leather and boning. “More than ever.”
“Good.” Harley cuddled in with a soft, hungry hum.
Winter whispered in Harley’s ear. “Tell me about what it is you deserve, boy.”
“I want every inch of your cock. I want to feel you next week. I want—no, lover, I need you to fill me to the brim.”
“Every inch. Because you’re mine.” He heard the rumble in his own chest and swallowed hard. He could be a Dom. Get a key. It had been such a long time.
“Yes. I did this for you. So you could see how bad I need you.”
“I need you. I love you, petit. You’re so beautiful right now. Do you know how gorgeous you are?” He was dancing them back off the floor. He’d get a key at the bar. He didn’t want anything but Harley.
“I don’t. Show me.” Harley held him tight, arousal pouring off his boy.
He wanted nothing more. “Go to the bar, ask for a key.” He gave Harley a gentle push, following so he could watch that perfect ass move across the room.
Harley sashayed to the bar, and Winter was hard as nails as he followed, waiting to see what Harley would do. Everyone was going to be hard as nails looking at his boy.
“I need a key, please.”
Deacon’s eyes got huge, but his surprise settled quickly into a knowing grin. “A key? For Master Winter? His favorite room is open.” Deacon went to a cabinet behind the bar where rows of fancy keys hung on little hooks and took one from a familiar spot. “Here you go. Room four.”
“Thank you.”
“You look amazing, Harley. Go you!” Deacon’s grin was huge and knowing.
“I knew you had it in you, Harley.” Jesse grinned at his boy as they walked by.
Everyone was watching them, and all he felt was pride. Well, pride, and a burning hunger for his boy.
Harley stopped at room four. “I’ll take the key, please, petit.”
“Yes, Sir.” Harley stepped right up, pressed against him, dangling the key.
He loved this room. So plush and comfortable. Heavy curtains, which hid toys he wouldn’t be using, a high-backed fainting couch, and a solid lock, which made a loud clunk when he locked the door behind them. “My own…”
