A round of dirty sighs and giggles had merolling my eyes. “He’s also got a great job and he’s got a good head on hisshoulders. Those are important traits too.”
Every eye in the room rolled and theyscoffed in unison.
It was impressive.
Wade took point. “He’s hot. He’s anexperienced Dom who’s looking for a sub and he likes playing in public. Hecan’t get any better without being fictional.”
“And he’s got a tattoo on his dick.” Austinsighed. “That’s the dirtiest, most perfect thing ever.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Silas won’t getone, huh?”
Austin pouted up at me. “No, he said I wasinsane.”
It was probably the alcohol talking,because fuck knew what Austin had put in that drink, but I grinned. “It’sreally hot.”
Giggles swept through the room, but it wasDakota who leaned forward curiously. “But it’s a real tattoo…like, he letsomeone stick a needle in his junk? When he was hard? He had to be hard to makethe tattoo look right. How was he hard?”
I had a feeling that his questions wouldjust keep going if I didn’t jump in.
And I couldn’t help but think that hisquestions had less to do with reality and more to do with the fictional peoplethat seemed to inhabit his head. No matter how many times he’d protested andsaid he didn’t write erotica or romance books, I was starting to question hissincerity.
And his sanity.
“Did they have to use a cock ring to keephim hard? Was he strapped down?” More questions seemed ready to tumble out ofhim, but I interrupted, not wanting to know what was going through his head.
“It wasn’t some kind of strange scienceexperiment.” Fuck, he was weird. “I didn’t ask details, but from everything hesaid, the pain turns him on so it probably wasn’t an issue.”
Austin squealed. “Oh, do you think he camewhile they were tattooing him?”
For fuck’s sake.
Probably.
“I’m not sure asking him that isappropriate or reasonable.” I pointed around the room. “And don’t ask. He’sgoing to think you guys think he’s weird.”
“Only in the best possible way.” Austinshivered like he was barely holding back an orgasm. “Can’t you just pictureit?”
Every head in the room nodded.
Sighing, I let my head flop back againstthe couch. “Just don’t make him feel like a freak.”
I’d already made him think I was insane. Hedidn’t need to question the sanity of the rest of the guys.
“What happened?” Tanner’s tone was careful,but I could feel the worry in his voice.
“Nothing. I just came off looking like amoron.” There was no point in hiding it. They knew everything about me already.
“Was it the pain thing?” Wade’s quietquestion had me shaking my head.
“Not exactly.” I lifted my head, trying notto look overly dramatic. “We were talking about the fact that he likes pain. Ihad questions about how he satisfied those needs and if it was a submissivething.”
Wade nodded. “Reasonable questions.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, it felt okay as we weretalking. He didn’t mind. He was really open about how it’s not submissive forhim. It’s more about the release and the endorphins, I guess. Well, my nextquestion was something about how that was going to change now that we’re…seeingeach other.”
Giggles and snickers rolled through theroom. “Stop it.”
Ignoring them, I continued. “He offered tolet me be the one to explore that with him if I wasn’t willing to let someoneelse do it.” The room got quiet. “He was trying to find a way to make itsomething we did together instead of him going to someone else, but—”
