Chapter 1
Scott
“What do you think—” Ryan and I bothstarted the sentence at the same time, chuckling as our words trailed off.
Ryan sighed and turned so his back wasleaning against the arm of the couch. “Let me guess—What do you think about Dare’sidea?”
It was my turn to sigh. Leaning backagainst the couch, I ignored the television that was playing sports highlightsand stared up at the ceiling. If I widened my legs a little bit more and let myarms stretch out closer to Ryan on the couch, I tried not to overthink it. “Yeah.”
Ryan didn’t seem surprised when my responsestopped there. He just shifted so that one leg moved closer to my thigh andnodded. “Me too.”
If Dare could have seen us, he would’vesmiled. I was glad he thought our awkwardness was cute, but sometimes, I wasn’tsure how to move past it. Still, I tried. “He seemed excited.”
There was a silent acknowledgment that weboth liked pleasing him, but Dare was very firm that we wouldn’t do anythingunless we were all into it. Which put us in a holding pattern because Ryan andI weren’t sure what we wanted.
Talking about it had to be a good first step.
Ryan nodded. “Yeah, he made it sound…interesting.”
That had me chuckling, and he gave a shrug.“What? Do you have a better description?”
Deciding to be honest, I nodded. “Hot.”
Dare had originally mentioned the idea ofgoing out to a bar that was a bit kinky in passing, but it’d been easy to seethe idea turned him on. He knew of a place in one of the rough sections of townwe’d never been to, but he said it was one of his favorite places to go.
It hadn’t taken much prodding to get him toexplain why.
Evidently, they were a dirty group who didn’tmindextremepublic displays of affection. When Dare had mentionedhearing one of the servers orgasm as his Master had fucked him in the backroom, Ryan and I had both shifted nervously in our seats.
Dare had just grinned, knowing how turnedon the idea made us. He made it clear he wasn’t expecting us to gothatfar, but I had a pretty good idea that feeling us up in public and teasing uswould be a huge turn-on for him.
When Dare had stretched himself out acrossour laps the first night we met him, it should have clued us in that he didn’tmind others watching. I couldn’t decide how it made me feel. I liked the ideaof making Dare happy. I loved the idea that he’d wiggle all over me and gropeme.
I just wasn’t sure about the publicsetting—well, not exactly public. But still…
“We should probably ask for more detailsbefore we say yes.” Ryan’s leg inched closer to mine.
“But you want to say yes?” I was prettysure we were on the same page, but I wanted to hear the words.
“Yeah…but…” Ryan shifted, slowly stretchinghis foot out across my lap and leaning into the back of the couch.
Yes, the idea was hot as hell, but I had afeeling it wouldn’t be like any date I’d ever been on. Not that it was a badthing. I liked that things with Dare were different. I liked how my life hadchanged over the past couple of weeks since we’d met him.
Before,Ryan wouldhave never stretched his legs out over me, and he would have never moved hishands to start absently caressing down the back of my neck. Until Dare had madeus see what was right in front of our faces, there had always been a wallbetween us. I loved that the wall was finally starting to crumble, and we werefinally really seeing each other.
“He’s not going to push us.” We both knewthat, but having the reminder out there took some of the stress out of theroom. It didn’t make figuring out what to do any easier, though.
“Do you think it’s true? I mean, that theserver gets felt up by his Master in front of everybody?” Even if Ryan hadmanaged to hide the curiosity in his voice better, the thin sweatpants he waswearing wouldn’t have hidden his arousal.
Not that I was deliberately looking at hisdick. It was just…noticeable.
What turned him on about it? Watching theserver get teased? The idea that Dare might do something like that to him?Watching Dare do that to me? If the questions had been reversed, I wasn’t sureI would have been able to pick just one. It was like a dessert, and every timeI peeled back another layer, something even more delicious was hidingunderneath.
All the pieces worked together, and all thelayers made it even tastier.
“Dare’s always honest.” He might downplaysomething to try not to make us nervous, but he wouldn’t lie. “He sat on yourlap at the club. What else do you think he’d…”
My words trailed off as images startedflooding through my brain. I wasn’t sure what I was asking, but I had a feelingwe’d just seen the tip of the iceberg when it came to what Dare was comfortablewith in public.
