On the Clock (A Market Garden tale) by L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov

On the Clock (A Market Garden tale) by L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov

Author:L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov [Voinov, L.A. Witt & Aleksandr]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2015-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Raoul and Zach didn’t stick around. They each gave Jason a long kiss, and then shook hands with Blake as if they were all wrapping up a benign business transaction instead of a scorching hot voyeuristic foursome, and they were out the door.

After they were gone, Blake joined Jason beneath the rumpled sheets. And just like that, it was as if no one else had ever been there. The insane experience became a distant memory, a dream, a fantasy.

But Jason was still there. He rested his head on Blake’s shoulder.

“I should call the airline.” Blake stroked Jason’s hair. “You’re definitely getting an upgrade.”

Jason laughed. “Maybe I should’ve recruited some more people to see if I could get a charter jet out of it.”

Chuckling, Blake kissed his warm forehead. “I wasn’t expecting three of you, that’s for sure.”

Jason laughed again, his breath cool against Blake’s skin. “Well, you did drop quite a gauntlet. I figured I should up the ante.” He pushed himself up to meet Blake’s gaze. “You’ll forgive me if I can’t do much more tonight, I hope.” His eyebrows pulled together. “The mind and wallet are willing, but the body is weak.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t ask for more. I’m sure you’d like to be able to move tomorrow. And sit comfortably.”

“It would be appreciated, yes.” Jason rested his head on Blake’s shoulder again.

“Nothing to worry about.” Blake absently stroked Jason’s hair as he thought about the scene that had just played out in the bed where they now relaxed. “Funny, I didn’t think Raoul was . . . well, for rent.”

Jason laughed. “He isn’t. This was more of a personal favor.”

“Good to know he hadn’t lost a bet or something. I’d hate to think this was a punishment for him.”

“Oh, no. It certainly wasn’t. He’s actually been eyeing you since you started coming in to see Jared and Tristan, so when I asked if he was game for this evening, he didn’t hesitate.”

“Damn. If I’d known that, I might’ve spent a few more minutes at the bar.”

“You probably had a better chance than you thought.” Jason smiled. “And you wouldn’t have been disappointed, that much I can promise you.”

“You know from experience?”

Jason nodded. “Raoul and I have fooled around a few times. He really is only the bartender, not one of . . . you know, one of us. But when I told him Zach was on board for this, he jumped at the chance.”

“Bit of a crush?”

“You might say that.” Jason chuckled. “The thing is, they’re both Doms. Or, well, Raoul sometimes switches, but he’s mostly a Dom, and Zach doesn’t switch at all.” He licked his lips. “Put a submissive between them, and it’s on.”

“You’ve never struck me as particularly submissive.”

“That’s because you don’t need or want a submissive.” Jason ran a fingertip along the side of Blake’s arm. “I’m whatever turns my partner on.”

“So you don’t have a preference there?”

Jason shook his head. “No. I don’t need to dominate or submit any more than I need to be on top or on the bottom.


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