The way Shane was rolling his eyes saidBradley was insane and Simon hadn’t ditched him, but I wasn’t going to stopthem and demand the story.
I’d get it from Dakota tomorrow if heremembered any of it.
As everyone started to leave, I turned toWade who was now leaning against Dakota like they were propping each other up.“Bedtime.”
And he burst into tears.
Oh dear.
Dakota was glaring at me like I’d kickedhis puppy.
Taking a deep breath, I calmly looked atDakota as he held Wade. “Why is Wade crying?”
I was prepared for almost anything at thispoint, so Dakota’s answer seemed remarkably reasonable under the circumstances.“Because he doesn’t go to bed alone on drunk nights. I stay here too.”
That made a startling amount of senseconsidering everything I’d heard about Wade’s past. “Okay then, once I know youguys are safe in bed, I’ll lock up and head home.”
That just made Wade even more upset. Hiswords were broken and confusing as he forced them out. “You’ll hate…me and…andI’ll keep you apart.”
Huh?
Oh, me and Dakota.
I got another glare from Dakota that said Iwas supposed to fix this, but despite the amazing faith he put in me, I’dbarely met Wade and didn’t know what to do. “No one is going to hate you.You’re going to relax and get some sleep and I promise you’ll feel better inthe morning.”
Dakota snorted. “That won’t work.”
I needed a script for this next time.
“What will work?” Again, I was fascinatedby the response.
“You’ll have to stay too.” Dakota scoffedand it made me feel like a kid whose father thought they weren’t smart enoughto make a decision on something simple. “There’s no way around it. He’s justgoing to worry and then I’ll have to explain why we haven’t fucked yet. Let’sgo to bed.”
When his odd rant came to an end, hegrabbed Wade’s hand and started dragging him back toward the bedroom.
Wait.
I was supposed to come too?
And boy, was he frustrated that we hadn’thad sex yet.
That made me grin…because he loved me. Hewas frustrated that the man he loved hadn’t made love to him yet.
Oh yes, we had a lot to talk abouttomorrow.
Following my fascinating soon-to-be-lover,I shrugged. There was no way they were sober enough for anything sexual. I justhoped Wade wouldn’t kill me when we woke up.
“I have to be in the middle because hewiggles.” With that declaration, Dakota shoved Wade into the bed like he waspushing him into the pool and sighed.
He really was fascinating.
Wade didn’t seem to mind. He sighed andclosed his eyes. “I like being tucked in.”
If that was being tucked in, his husbandhad to have been an asshole. Deciding it was probably just drunk ramblings, Inarrowed my eyes at Dakota and dropped my voice low. “Be nice.”
He sighed but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“You should call him Master.” Wade smiledas his voice took on a sleepy, lost sound. “Doms who love you and control youshould be Master.”
