On cue, there was another knock at the door and I glanced that way. “Then again, maybe not.”
I met Foster at the front door, giving him a dutiful onceover before letting him inside.
“The prodigal son returns,” I muttered, tipping his chin up with the side of my finger so I could examine his face under the light.
“I’m fine,” he protested, but he didn’t push me away. Instead, he let out a long sigh and stayed still while I catalogued his features, checking for fading bruises or scars that he would have tried to hide from me with his absence.
“I’ll decide that.”I let out a displeased breath and waited for him to look at me. Even though Foster and I were no longer intimate, I still worried about the man, I still cared for him. I still wanted him to be happy and fulfilled.He was one of, if not my only best friend.
“Do I pass muster, Ronan?” he asked, licking his lips and giving me a shrug.
“For now.”
“I’m going to use the bathroom.” He sidestepped toward the guest bath near the front door.
“That’s fine,” I said. “We’re in the living room. Kevin is a table, by the way.”
I left Foster to use the facilities and returned to the living room. Kevin had started to drool, a long line of spit leaking out of his mouth and puddling on the carpet. Between his legs, his cock stood hard and long, proving just how much he liked the objectification. I wondered if there was anything he wouldn’t do or wouldn’t try.
Behind me, the toilet flushed, the bathroom door opened and Foster appeared, tripping over his feet halfway into the living room and asking, “Why is your boyfriend acting like he’s a coffee table?”
Chapter Ten
Kevin
“How is Colorado?” I asked, propping my feet on the coffee table and dropping my cell phone beside my leg on the couch. It was Saturday, nearly Sunday, a week afterI’dbeen the coffee table, and as my heels landed on the wood, I found myself disappointed we’d moved it back. It wasn’t that I liked being objectified that way, but I didn’tnotlike it? The feelings were complicated and I’d struggled to make sense of them.
That night, after Rich, Sam, and Foster left, Ronan had gouged marks into my back with the blunt tips of his fingernails, then fucked me with such little regard for my own pleasure I’d cried into the puddle of drool on the rug, close to begging him to stop, to acknowledge me as a person, not a thing. But I hadn’t, and then…then I’d had the best orgasm of my entire life. My body had seized and jerked so hard, muscles convulsing with so much ferocity, I’d pushed Ronan’s cock right out of me and he’d shot his load against the backs of my thighs.
Me, on the other hand…I’d ruined the rug.
Ronan had wanted to talk about it, but I’d pushed him off, unable to find the words. And now, a week later, my brain offered me the same bit of nothing whenever he pushed the issue. I knew he was just being a good dominant, a good partner, but I didn’t have answers for myself, let alone him.
“It’s cold,” Colton answered with a laugh. "What are you doing up so late, by the way? It’s midnight here.”
“Waiting for Ronan to get home from work,” I said.
“When is he due?”
“Soonish.” I checked the clock. “Are you two getting settled back in after your renovations?”
“Mostly. The place we stayed at while the floors were being done was super cute and had a hot tub, so now of course Darius wants a hot tub.”
“I want a hot tub.” I glanced out the window, wondering what it would be like to have a yard, or even a deck. A place to be outside in the air. I had views of the city and the mountains from the condo, but not much else. It had always been fine, better than fine. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Colton asked.
“Am I having a midlife crisis?”
“You’re too young.”
“Quarter-life?” I amended.
“Too old. What brought this on?”
“I don’t know.” I uncrossed my legs and rested the balls of my feet against the side of the coffee table, giving it a shove. It skittered across the floor with ease since we’d opted to throw out the soiled rug instead of trying to wash it and hadn’t had time to get a new one yet.
“Are things okay with Ronan?” Colton asked, a familiar hint of worry in his voice.
