Chapter 3 #2
“Kyle Finlay,” he replied.
“Nathan.” Nate smiled politely and nodded toward the tables. “Let’s have a seat.”
It shouldn’t be too long before the boys left. They had no one else to chase in this place.
We grabbed our beers and headed over to a small table in the back, and Kyle was…a presence. I didn’t meet men every day who were my height at six-four, but he was one of them. He was easy on the eyes too, with very dark hair, clear blue-green eyes, and pale skin. All contrasts.
“They’ll give up in five, ten minutes,” he said and sat down.
“No problem.” I sat down too, and I took a sip of my beer. “What brings you to the UK, Kyle? Something tells me it’s more of an R bondage bunnies sometimes lined up to have him as their Top and rigger. But bondage was nonsexual to him. It was an art in which he found peace and control. It was different from what we were doing right this second.
I squeezed his hand and threaded our fingers together, silently telling him I got this.
It was okay.
We had our own little power exchange sometimes, and it went both ways.
I took over when he was adjusting to something new and he needed to process, and he took over when I felt defeated by politics.
One of the many reasons we were so damn protective of what we shared. We were each other’s strengths.
The sidewalk was narrow, so Kyle walked ahead of us, giving Nate and me a semblance of privacy.
I pressed my lips to his temple. “Say the word, and we’ll leave at any point. Okay?”
He nodded. “Thank you. I’m just processing. You know how I am. But as long as you and I are solid, I want to try this. I think it’ll be good for us. He feels safe.”
I agreed with him.
The end goal hadn’t changed. We were both Doms. If we ever wanted to explore properly, we had no choice but to broaden our horizons. And maybe a detour outside of kink would be a good step on the way.
We arrived at Kyle’s hotel quicker than I’d anticipated when he veered a sharp left into a building I would’ve dismissed as residential.
Regular door, not the revolving kind with someone greeting you outside.
Not even a proper lobby. Nathan tightened his hold on my hand as we walked past a small front desk.
Was this a hotel or a hostel? I hadn’t even seen a sign outside.
Kyle continued past a set of narrow stairs until we reached the smallest elevator I’d ever seen.
I had to check the weight limit to make sure we wouldn’t break it.
“It’s gonna be a tight fit,” Kyle said with a smirk over his shoulder.
I dropped my gaze to his ass. “I’m good with tight.”
His smirk didn’t go anywhere, and it was easy to see the lust simmering in his eyes.