“Well, then, grab a beer. It’s just getting started.”
Zeke beelined for the kitchen, returning just as Ransom came down the stairs.
“Partying without me?” he prompted as he came to a stop behind me.
“About to watch the show,” I told him.
“Beer?” Zeke offered.
“Why the hell not?”
I glanced over at the two men and grinned. This was going to push Troy’s boundaries, I knew.
After explaining the scenario to the two Sadists, I led the way onto the back patio. We moved around to the far side of the pool before taking seats in the lounge chairs.
I noticed Troy’s eyes as they trailed us.
As though wanting to keep him in the moment, Clarissa’s finger touched his cheek and turned his head toward her. She smiled, and even from this distance, her radiance was like peering into the sun. Still wearing that dress, she looked out of her element, but that didn’t detract from how fucking hot she was.
“Your boy’s nervous,” Bishop pointed out.
“Give him time,” Zeke said and I remembered it was the same thing Landon had said before. I wondered if they saw the same eagerness to submit when they looked at him that I did.
Wanting to keep up the charade, I decided to engage Zeke in conversation.
“I heard something interesting about the trip to Chicago.”
Zeke grunted as he took a swallow of his beer. “What’s that?”
“There’s a rumor going around that I had a couple of naked masochists onboard.”
Bishop chuckled. “They were naked, all right.”
I glanced over at Zeke to see him frowning. “You didn’t mention that when you were reading me the riot act the other day.”
His lips pursed and his attention swerved back to Clarissa and Troy. She slipped off her sandals, then walked over to the edge of the pool to dip her feet in. Troy removed his socks and shoes, rolled up his slacks, then joined her.
“What do you know about them?” Zeke asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Who?”
“Case and Brax.”
Ah. So despite what he said, it appeared my friend was interested.
“I’ve known them both for a long time. Good guys.”
“You know what I’m asking, boss man.”
I grinned. Yeah. I knew he was referring to what they were looking for in their sexual interactions.
“You won’t scare them if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
I continued to watch my pets, enjoying the way Clarissa continued to keep Troy’s attention on her. When her hands shifted to the front of his shirt, my cock stirred.
Just as I expected, she began unbuttoning it slowly, their eyes locked together. Role playing or not, there was no denying the intense chemistry between them.
“They’ll be at Dichotomy tomorrow night,” I told Zeke.
“So I heard.” He did not sound happy about that. “Not sure why you’re playin’ matchmaker, Ramsey. I’ve got no interest.”
Ransom huffed a laugh. “Coulda fooled me.”
“If you’re so damned interested, why don’t you take ’em?” Zeke grumbled.
“You want that?” Ransom countered. “’Cause a couple of boys like that … I wouldn’t mind breakin’ ’em.”
“That your thing, too?” I asked simply to keep the conversation rolling. “Breaking ’em down and building ’em back up?”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Ramsey,” Zeke bit out.
“No one’s knocking it,” I assured him. I merely didn’t know Bishop the way I knew Zeke.
“And what the hell’s up with shippin’ them off to Chicago?” Zeke questioned.
Troy was shirtless and Clarissa had moved closer. I watched as Troy’s hand tentatively slid around her back, pulling her closer to him. Their lips met again and my cock pressed more firmly against my zipper. I hadn’t given them any restrictions and I was curious as fuck how far this would go.
“It wasn’t my idea to ship them out there,” I replied. “Business opportunities.”
“Are they interested?”
I got the feeling Zeke was asking because he wanted to know whether they would be at his disposal in the near future.
“Not sure. I haven’t talked to them. Why don’t you ask them for yourself tomorrow night?”
Zeke grunted again.
“Your boy’s not as nervous,” Bishop noticed.
Nope. It appeared Troy was doing just fine. He’d managed to get Clarissa out of that dress. Since she had absolutely nothing on beneath it, she was a damn fine sight to see.
“They have limits on file at the club?” Zeke asked.
“They have files,” I told him. “As for whether they have limits, you’ll have to look. I don’t know.” And that was the truth. While I knew both men personally, I had never delved into their interests. They were friends, yes, but other than that, they’d never held any appeal for me.
“If they have limits, they can’t handle me,” Zeke stated gruffly.
I turned to look at him. “Stop trying to put up those damn walls of yours. Tomorrow night’s your chance to see what they can offer you.”
“I saw what they could offer him the other day,” Bishop said with another rough laugh. “Didn’t look like they were scared to me.”
