CHAPTER 6
Brent
Staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, Brent couldn’t decide if getting out of bed was a good idea. If he had to take a week off from work, he thought he might as well enjoy it. Maybe he’d go to the gym later. Maybe he wouldn’t go at all. He’d stayed up late and didn’t need to be up at the crack of dawn, anyway. Damn internal clock.
Rolling to his side and pulling the covers over his head, he smiled at the memory of why he was up so late. Calen. He couldn't believe how much had changed between them so quickly. They might not have technically had the “we’re in a relationship talk” or the “I’m your Dom declaration” but Brent knew those were going to be right around the corner.
Besides, it had been pretty much implied already.
He’d had a hard time seeing himself getting serious with the Doms he’d dated in the past. They’d always seemed a little-one dimensional but Calen was so much more than that. The man was like the full package. A real man with flaws, desires, and fears, but also sexy, dominant, and had a wicked sense of humor. Perfect.
Brent knew that Calen would keep him on his toes.
He would end up crazy frustrated at times, but even though Calen drew him in like a moth to a flame, Brent had a feeling he wasn’t going to get burned. No, Calen might make him nuts but he wasn’t setting out to hurt Brent. Their conversation yesterday proved that.
Just the expression on Calen’s face had let Brent know something serious was coming, but the talk hadn’t been anything like what he was picturing. He’d flashed through all kinds of terrible options but hearing that it was about Calen’s desire to bottom wasn’t what he’d imagined.
Part of him had been relieved it wasn’t something that would have been more difficult to deal with, but the bigger piece had hurt for Calen. Brent didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but along the way, subs had done a number on the sexy Dom.
He’d seen it himself in the clubs. Submissives who were unsure of what to say and what a Dom might want went overboard in trying to reassure the Dom that all they wanted was to bottom. Brent liked both. Sure, he’d bottomed when he was with a Dom but—
Had he done the same thing? Had he assumed that he was supposed to bottom…that bottoming meant submission? Pushing the covers off his head, he gave up the pretense of going back to sleep. He liked topping. He’d only done it with the vanilla guys that he’d tried to date, but that didn’t have to mean anything…did it?
Brent wanted to say that it didn’t, but he wasn’t so confident anymore.
Bottoming didn’t mean submission to him. He’d dated enough guys outside the scene to realize that. But did he associate topping with being the dominant partner? Maybe. Not liking how that felt, he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
As he finished his morning routine and washed his hands, Brent stared in the mirror. If Calen wanted to bottom, Brent didn’t have a problem with that. He had a feeling Calen would figure out a way to take him right to the edge of insanity before he let Brent come, no matter how they were having sex.
Hell, he’d had scenes where no one had any kind of penetrative sex and they’d been hot. He was worrying over nothing. Shaking his head at his reflection, he said, “You are just trying to find something to worry about.”
Maybe the gym was a good idea.
Coffee first, though. That was a must. Heading to the kitchen, he’d barely gotten the coffee started when he heard a notification go off on his phone. “Who’s texting at six-thirty in the morning when I don’t have to work?”
After making sure the coffee pot was filling, Brent headed back to his bedroom. He was in the middle of plotting all kinds of evil payback for whichever brother thought it was funny to wake him up when he picked up his cell. Shaking his head, he had to laugh. Calen.
U up?
What was he doing up this early?
Yeswhat’s up?
Was his brain going ninety miles an hour like Brent’s was this morning?
Always up early…brain doesn’t know how to sleep in
Wandering back to the kitchen, Brent was happy to see the coffee ready. Setting his phone down, he doctored it up and went over to the table. Grabbing his phone, he texted Calen a picture of his coffee.
I’m no better. What are you doing today?
They belonged to the same gym. Maybe Calen wanted to come with him?
Nothing
Within seconds another text came in.
stupid auto-correct I had that spelled all funny on purpose
