Calen nodded as he set the bottles down on the table. “What do you think your brothers will say?” Besides his preferences, that was his other big worry. Would everyone else be shocked?
Brent laughed, “Evidently, Bryce and Grant already figured it out. They were betting on us getting together.”
Sitting down beside Brent at the table, Calen could only shake his head. He should have expected that. “Garrett’s going to be surprised.”
“He’s always oblivious, but he’ll be okay with it. He wants both of us to be happy.” Then Brent gave Calen a teasing look. “And he’ll support anything that keeps you sober at work.”
“Naughty boys get punished. Don’t forget that.” Calen gave a shrug. “I’ve been distracted lately.”
“Distracted, huh?”
“Oh yes. By a naughty sub who was hiding what he was thinking.”
Reaching out to start serving the pasta, Brent tried to hide his smile. “That’s a very naughty sub. But maybe he should get a break because the Dom in question was just as hard to read?”
Giving Brent an exaggerated frown, Calen wagged his finger at the sub and said in his best deadpan voice, “Oh no. Doms are perfect. It’s the naughty sub who needs to be punished.”
That had Brent nearly rolling off his chair with laughter. When he caught his breath, his eyes were still dancing with suppressed humor. “I forgot that rule.”
Calen lifted one eyebrow and gave him a serious expression. “It’s an important rule to remember.”
“Yes, Sir. I won’t forget again.”
“Very good. Now eat your dinner. I’m anxious for dessert.”
Brent’s grin turned wicked. Calen thought his sub was looking forward to it as well.
“Yes, Sir.”
CHAPTER 4
Brent
It was the weirdest first date ever. At least, he was pretty sure it was a date. It was probably a date if the flirting and teasing were any indication. Brent kept thinking that it should be harder or stranger but it wasn’t. When Calen turned that deep sexy voice on him it was easy to see that he was a Dom but other times it was harder to see.
Calen was funny and kept things relaxed, not listing out rules or expectations like so many men Brent had dated. Brent didn’t just want to keep the domination in the bedroom but this was nice. It was almost as if they were hanging out like they would normally but it was more.
It was easier than he expected.
When he’d texted Calen earlier, he’d been hoping for a way to bring up their evening at the club. The way Calen turned things around, making it naughty and funny, had Brent reeling. There had been too many times when he’d simply stared at the phone, not sure how to reply.
He’d been so worried that everything he was feeling was one-sided. It was such an incredible relief to realize how wrong he’d been. But he wasn’t sure what to do next. Let Calen decide how things should go? Which was really tempting. Or take charge and insist they talk first?
The problem was, his brain was saying one thing but everything else in him wanted another. If he looked at it the same way he would work, he could take charge, but it wasn’t what came naturally to him in a relationship. He was halfway through dinner when he decided to shove his brain out the window and go with his gut. He’d let Calen steer things and see where it led them. It was what he’d wanted from the beginning, anyway.
Evidently, Calen needed a little nudge to get things moving in the right direction.
Brent thought it was sweet that Calen had been as nervous as he had been. It showed a vulnerability that Brent hadn’t been expecting. Calen was always a little out there, a little loud, and never quite followed the typical Dom stereotypes, but this was a side Brent had never seen.
He liked it.
When they were both stuffed from too much food, Calen glanced over at Brent, looking relaxed and happy. “How about we put on that new spy movie after we get this cleaned up?”
“Sounds good. Should we take dessert out there?”
Brent meant it innocently but Calen’s thoughts were in another direction entirely. “Oh, dessert’s still on the table. You don’t get to decide when, though, naughty sub.”
He knew his cheeks went so red he probably looked like he was on fire but he couldn’t help it. The wicked look on Calen’s face didn’t help any. He was clearly picturing what he wanted for dessert and it made Brent extremely curious. “I’m sorry?”
