Chapter 28
I’m frozen on the spot, watching Roman and Knox, Knox’s total focus on Roman as he controls the swipe of the crop.
I’m out of my depth; I’m nowhere near good enough to be a part of this relationship.
I always thought I was a good Dom; I can make my subs come when I want, and I can spank and flog to make skin sing.
This type of skill is one I’m seriously lacking.
I’m aware of someone next to me, and while I don’t want to stop watching, I glance quickly towards the person. Saint. He has Noah’s back pressed to his front as they watch with a look of admiration and a certain pride. He knows how good his brother is.
“He’s good, isn’t he? A dark horse. You wouldn’t expect him to be a pro at this. You should see him with a whip,” Saint says, matter of factly, then bends his head to whisper to Noah, something I’m not privy to hear.
It’s not long until Knox has Roman coming, and seconds later, it’s over, and they collapse on the floor.
The lights on the stage go off, leaving the two exhausted men to themselves.
I look to my side, but Saint and Noah have moved away.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve gone off somewhere to fuck; Noah was mesmerised by the scene.
My feet seem to move by themselves, but instead of going to the main room, I’m at the edge of the stage, unable to say anything.
I watch like a creeper as Knox has some blankets that must have been left there wrapped around them both.
Knox lifts his head towards me, his expression unreadable.
It’s only a couple of seconds before he looks back at Roman.
The best thing to do is to leave, to not hang around as they pull themselves together. They may head straight home after that seriously intense scene. I hear my name being called from the corner where I’d seen all the brothers before.
Saint. I wanted to slink out, but it doesn’t look like I am going to get away with that. “Are you here on your own?”
“Yeah.” I decide to be open; I’m not going to hide the truth for my potential new friends, if not family. “Knox and Roman wanted me to come along. I guess they got carried away.”
“They’ll be back in five minutes, come sit down.”
“Really? God, I thought that would’ve wiped them out for the evening.” Is he crazy? I suppose he knows his brother better than I do.
A server comes over, and I order a drink since I won’t be playing with anyone tonight. The sight of that masterpiece has put a huge dent in my confidence. I feel a little uncomfortable, not really knowing what to say.
“When are you fighting next?” Finn comes to my rescue, maybe as the newest member of the family, he knows what it’s like.
“Oh, um. I’m not. I’m retiring. It was something I wanted to have a go at; I didn’t have much else to do but train. I’d like to do something…I don’t know…more. If you get me. I’ve done nothing but this for what, ten years. I don’t have any skills.”
“I’ve got an idea or two that you might find interesting, we could discuss another day if you want.” Drake says.
I’ve come to realise that Drake is a fixer; he always wants something to work out right.
He hates any kind of discord, and that’s just in the time I’ve known him, purely by the way he wanted to know about my history.
For now, I take his kindness for what it is.
“Thanks, Drake. That would be a real help.”
As the server comes back with my drink, Knox and Roman join us. He sits in a wide chair, and Roman lowers himself slowly on to Knox’s knees. He willingly accepts the kiss Knox plants on his lips.
“That was fucking hot. I nearly came when you did.” Noah praises his friends.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen you on a stage for a long time, bro. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your skill. How’s your arse feeling, Roe?” Saint grins, waggling his eyebrows.
Roman blushes a pretty pink, which suits him. “Knox has taken good care of it; you don’t need to worry.” He looks at me, his smile is warm, genuine. “Did you get to see it?”
I swallow hard, thanks to my throat and mouth suddenly being as dry as a desert. “Um, yeah. It was incredible. You both looked beautiful together.” It’s my turn to blush, and I never fucking blush.
It’s Knox who answers. “Thanks, man. This one here”—he taps Roman’s bum— “he was very insistent. Have you seen anyone that catches your eye?”
“No, the ones I was interested in were busy. I’ll have to get here earlier to speak to them.” Yeah, like that’s going to keep them asking for more.
Saint is watching me intently; I daren’t look away from Knox. I don’t need to; he’s already worked out that I want both of them.
Knox looks at Saint and grins. “Maybe they’ve finished and are ready for some more fun. Shall we find out?”
“Nah, maybe another night. I’m calling it quits tonight. I’ll catch you all later.” I down my bottle of beer and stand up. With a casual wave at them all, I walk away. I only get to the main double doors before a hand catches my bicep.
Roman drops my arm as soon as I stop and turn to look at him. “Have we fucked up? I mean, you were talking about me and Knox, right? Because we like you too.”
“I was, yeah. But seeing you two in that scene told me something about myself I wasn’t aware of.” I shrug, trying to not make a big deal about it. “It’s okay, we’re okay, but I need to get some things squared away before I can even consider the chance of time with you two.”
“Why are you being so cryptic? Tell me what we did wrong.” Roman has stepped up close to me now; I can smell the clean sweet sweat and sex on his body, and it’s intoxicating. I try to take a step back, but Knox is behind me now, boxing me in. His scent is equally heady.
“Tell us,” Knox says, his breath on my skin beneath my ear.
My head shakes, but it’s a weak attempt to stay in control.
Even weaker when Roman steps up on his toes and presses a kiss on my mouth.
It’s strong and warm, his lips firm, but I know they’re soft, too, since I’ve seen him bite down on it enough when we’ve been talking.
Knox whispers, “Open up, let him in.” I can feel the warm of his breath raising the hairs on my neck.
Obeying him, my lips part, and I get my first taste of the man I’ve coveted from the first time I saw him riding Knox’s cock.
It’s a great kiss, tongues playing in each other’s mouths.
I bite his top lip, tugging it as he moans into my mouth.
I squeeze his arse, making him groan this time, and fuck!
I remember his arse striped, red with welts from a crop. I move to slide my hands up his back.
“Keep them on his arse; he likes the pain,” Knox says, his voice raspy; he’s turned on by this. Is it as much as I am?
I go back to gripping his bum cheeks, lifting him higher on his toes. I take a risk and pick him up; he wraps his legs around my waist. Knox has moved behind Roman, kissing across his shoulders, sucking, biting, marking his boy with bruises.
Eventually, we break apart, and I have to let go of this amazing man. I don’t want to. I want to keep him on me. Knox kisses Roman now, long licks into his mouth. Is he tasting me?
“We need to talk,” Knox says. “Come back to my place.”
I don’t think it’s a suggestion; it’s an order, and I’ve not had many of them from a Dom. It’s like he’s in control of both of us and that’s a new experience for me. “Okay.” I don’t want to disobey him.
It doesn’t take long in the late night; I park in the same place in front of his house as I did the first time I came here. We walk inside into the living room.
“I’ll get some drinks,” Roman says and heads towards the kitchen.
I sit in the armchair again and wait for Roe to come back. He brings in a bottle of Jack Daniels and three glasses with ice. “I can’t drink that; I’ve got to drive home.”
“That won’t be a problem; we have extra rooms. Drink up, then tell us what happened.” His tone brooks no argument.
I take the glass and down the amber liquid, then let the shudder that comes with the bitter taste run through me.
“I saw your scene; I was captivated by the synchronicity, the link between the two of you was palpable. It made me realise I’m not going to be even a third in a playtime with you. You don’t need me.”
Roman looks at me, shocked, then he frowns, and a cute crease between his perfectly shaped eyebrows appears. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, so he snaps it shut and looks at Knox.
“Okaaay,” Knox says, dragging out the word, then shakes his head just once. “That’s not what it’s about. It’s about mutual pleasure, for everyone, especially Roman. It’s been so long since I had a scene like that.” He looks at Roman. “You, too, right.”
“Yes, and it was a spur of the moment decision. We were just having a wander around while we waited for you. It’s a fantastic high to know that I’m being watched.
Knox is an amazing Dom, and we have more fun playing by ourselves or with others.
We don’t need to have a serious Dom scene.
We don’t need a third or another partner, but we want one. You.”
“Do you want to come upstairs with us?” Knox asks, a sparkle of humour flashing in his eyes.
I want to, but I’ve got thoughts to process and work through before I take him up on his offer. “I can’t, not yet. I want to, I really fucking want to. I just need to sort my head out.”
“Okay. You know where to find us.” Knox doesn’t even sound that disappointed; he gets to fuck Roman again whether I’m with them or not.