Chapter 37
The gym is busy when I walk in and look around for Knox.
I can see him over in the weights bay, along with Royal and Kip.
It looks like they’re spotting for each other.
Knox is just talking as they lift. As I make my way through the gym, I’m aware I’m being looked at.
It’s not too much of a surprise. I’m wearing a shit-ton of ink on my body, but today I’m guessing it’s more likely to be the slim collar I’m wearing.
It was the way Saint decided to make his claim on me visible.
I told him it was a bit too much, but seeing as pleasing him is my favourite thing, other than sucking his cock obviously, I let him put it on me.
When I get close enough, I raise my hand. “Hey, Knox. Are you ready?”
When he turns, he smiles, his gaze on my neck. A chuckle forms, and he says something to the others and walks over. “Are you feeling a little rusty? We haven’t done this for a while.”
I relax. I hadn’t realised I was nervous about seeing him.
Kip’s visit to see Saint upset both of us.
I don’t want to speak to Kip and hope he stays away.
When Saint filled me in, I wasn’t sure which of us was more offended.
“I think a refresher is a good idea, along with a lot of warming up. I had a four-hour session this afternoon. A back piece that had me bent over for too long.”
“No problem.” We go to the small individual workout rooms, and in minutes, we’re stretching out, and my muscles groan as they extend and loosen up.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Knox has me blocking him, moving me quickly through each of the movements I’ve practised over and over.
It quickly wakes up my instincts, and I have him on his back more than a few times.
With a groan from going over my shoulder and landing on the flat of his back, he calls it quits for the night.
“I give up.” His hands come up, making me laugh.
“I need to practice this with Saint. I’d love to see if I can get him on his back.” I hold out my hand for him and help him back on his feet.
“I’d like to see that. Maybe he can pick you up one night and you can try. Is he coming tonight?"
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so. He’s got a late night at the shop.” I decide to bring up the collar. “Thank you for not commenting on this. Saint is getting very protective over me.”
“Look, Noah, I know I told the fam about you two, and I probably shouldn’t have.
But I’m pleased for you both. Saint is different with you than any other sub I’ve seen him with.
He’s more relaxed. No doubt he’s still a Dom, but it’s more natural, fluid with you.
Equally, I can see how easy it is for you.
I don’t doubt that even without TPE, you both stay Dom and sub all the time. ”
Pride swells in my chest, he has got our relationship perfectly. “We do. I don’t call him Sir when we’re with clients. But he is always my Dom.” I sigh, wondering if I should bring it up. “I wish Kip could see it the way you do.”
Knox doesn’t ask why. Kip has spoken to the others about us. Which is another reason to be annoyed with him. I hate it—these people have done so much for me. I don’t want to seem ungrateful. “Talk to Kip, let him know how you feel.”
I’m not sure that’s a good idea, not without Saint, so I shrug. “Maybe another time. Thanks for tonight, I needed it. Can you make it next week?”
With my shorts swapped for my sweats, I give Knox a hug and walk out of the gym.
I’m not surprised to see Saint’s truck parked at the front, but he’s not in it.
He’s leaning against the tailgate, talking to Royal.
It’s Royal that sees me first and gives me a head nod.
Saint turns to look, and the expression on his face nearly has me on my knees. He loves me, there’s no doubting it.
He strides towards me, looking so damn sexy. “Hey, boy. Please tell me you got Knox on his back.”
“Yes, Sir, more than once.” I laugh. “I did say that I doubted I’d be able to get you down.”
“Oh, boy, you can get me on my back any time you want.” He grabs my arse and squeezes hard and kisses me, biting on my lip to the point of pain before swiping his tongue into my mouth.
I whimper, leaning against him. God, I want him.
“Get in the truck.” He swats my bum, and even through the fabric, it stings.
I get the feeling he wants to play hard.
Will he want to go to the club? Or has he got all the toys he needs at the flat?
I don’t care where we go as long as he gets his hands on me.
I watch through the rearview mirror at the interaction going.
It doesn’t look heated, but Saint is tense, his jaw tight, the muscle flickering as Royal speaks, then with a nod and a hug, it’s over, and Royal walks over to his car.
“Get your cock out,” he says to me without looking at me as he sits in the driver’s seat.
“Yes, Sir.” I wriggle in my sweats and push them and my briefs down enough to get my hand into my briefs and grab my cock. “My balls, too, Sir?”
He looks at me, then down to my junk and gives me a smile. “Yeah, why not. Don’t touch yourself.” He pulls away, the smile turning into a smirk. I’d be worried if I didn’t know that whatever he’s got planned for me is going to blow my mind.
We drive through the town. I’m torn between being thankful the truck is huge, and the seating is high up, stopping most passersby and other drivers from seeing, and disappointed that I can’t be seen.
Saint keeps looking at me, the smirk still on his face, and it makes me happy how much he’s enjoying this.
“Are you hungry? Shall we get something to eat?” he asks, the wicked look in his eyes sparkling. “Just a drive through, Mackie-D’s?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
We pull up, and Saint gives our order, and we drive through to pay. The guy at the till looks in and immediately turns away, a blush on his face. “Don’t mind my boy. He’s just being given a lesson.” Saint taps his phone to the reader.
The poor kid stutters out an okay and takes the card machine back inside the window.
I don’t know what message the kid relayed, but there were three guys waiting at the collection window.
Saint looks at me, then them. “He’s got a tiny dick, hasn’t he?
I bet yours are bigger than that skinny, little prick.
I mean look at it, would you want anyone to see your knob if it was that small? ”
The guys all laugh, some others come over and join in the gawping. “Anyway, thanks for laughing at him.” Saint closes his window and drives off. When I look at him, he winks. “That was fun, wasn’t it.”
“It was hot, Sir. I was gonna get a boner if we’d been there much longer.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t want to have to punish you when we’re having a good time. Now eat your burger.” He hands me the bag of food and carries on driving us home and when we stop, I start to put my junk away. “What do you think you’re doing?” he says, lifting an eyebrow.
“Um, getting out of the car.”
“I didn’t say you could put yourself away.
Keep it out.” He leans over and kisses me, giving my cock a firm flick of his fingers.
It’s a short sharp pain, making me gasp and my dick throb.
“Such a fucking pain whore.” He laughs. Grabbing the food bag, he gets out.
I unclick my seatbelt and follow him. The chilly night air hits my exposed skin, and I shiver, then stop. Saint is talking to someone.
What the fuck! We use this back entrance to his flat all the time, and I’ve never seen a single person back here.
Why, on the night I’ve got my junk on display, does there have to be someone Saint knows here?
I hold back, hoping the person will be leaving soon but no such luck.
I hear Saint invite him in. “Hey, boy, get your arse in gear.”
I hurry up, keeping my eyes down I don’t want to know if I recognise them. When I catch up with Saint, he’s at the door to the flat, the guy is behind him laughing. “Sounds good, man. I’m up for that.”
“Say hello to Jackson, boy.” Saint lifts my chin up with his forefinger. “Don’t be shy.”
I look at his friend and realise this has been planned. Saint wants me to be seen and to be watched. I have no clue what else he’s going to ask me to do. And honestly, any nerves I had are gone, and I can’t fucking wait.
Because this is what Sir wants.