Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Conner was wearing makeup?
Wasn’t that something I was supposed to notice?
Why was he wearing makeup if I couldn’t see it?
“Another would’ve asked if those shorts came in bigger sizes.” Cyrus looked pleased as Conner seemed to admit defeat.
“Fine. They’re not typical gym bros.” Conner’s arms twitched like he wanted to cross them over his chest. “I had no way of knowing that.”
So he’d assumed the worst?
About Cyrus’s business?
Rude.
“If you’d called or texted, I’d have explained all that and why we hadn’t been to the club in a couple of weeks.” Cyrus made it sound perfectly reasonable instead of tattling that I’d been slightly nervous. “It’s been busy but we were planning on coming next week.”
Well, he’d been planning to come and I’d been planning to avoid it.
So that wasn’t exactly a lie.
I just hadn’t figured out the best way to play sick yet.
Oh. Sick.
“Well, you’re here now.” The queen of the club gave a royal-looking smile and made a sweeping gesture around the room as he distracted me again. “So tell me how things have been going.”
He was definitely a bigger brat and made Cyrus’s bad behavior seem completely reasonable.
“Fine.” No, Cyrus was definitely a bigger brat if he thought that would be a satisfactory answer. “Just like I told you earlier.”
Conner didn’t appreciate the size of my Master’s balls, but that was okay because I was the most important one. “Let’s define fine with a bit more clarity.”
“What did you have in mind?” Master was definitely feeling more Master and wasn’t afraid to make his displeasure known. “I wouldn’t want to misunderstand your clarity.”
Two brats went into the ring…only one would come out.
Narrowing his gaze, Conner nodded. “It’s good to see you’re still together, but I’d like to know how your conversations about the nondynamic side of your relationship have gone.”
Why did he have to talk about the hard stuff?
Cyrus didn’t twitch or immediately rat me out as being a pain in the ass. “Considering we’re only about two weeks into a relationship, I think we’re doing great. The sexual side of our relationship and the BDSM side are strong, and we’re working on shifting to a more romantic relationship outside of that.”
Hey, he could tell the truth without actually telling the truth.
That was going to be handy and I’d have to make sure I paid more attention to what he was saying when he wasn’t saying anything.
“It was obvious you were going to be able to take care of his sexual and submissive needs.” Conner shrugged. “I never considered otherwise, but how is dating going?”
He was like a dog with a bone.
Or Cyrus’s mother’s monsters and a shoe.
“Fine is my first thought.” Cyrus’s eyes twinkled as Conner nearly growled at him. “But I think a more descriptive response would be best.”
Duh.
As Conner settled back in his chair, it was Cyrus’s turn to shrug. “I think we’re doing well shifting things around, but we’ve been friends for a long time now, so changing that mindset isn’t always easy.”
I thought that was a pretty good response.
Conner did not.
One eyebrow went up. “That answer will not have me fulfilling my end of the bargain.”
What bargain?
What had they agreed on?
How much more information was he looking for?
How much trouble would I get in if Cyrus explained I was a pain in the ass when it came to romantic shit?
Bargains ended in orgasms for good subs who didn’t piss anyone off, right?
Chapter 26
Cyrus
Drama queen.
His version was worse because he was the overthinking caretaker worrier drama queen…and they meddled a lot more than average ones.
“What will have you fulfilling your end of the bargain?” Ignoring Weston’s curious wiggles as his head swung back and forth between us was harder than either of them seemed to realize. I wasn’t used to having to ignore the urge to fuck with him. “I have all the plans laid out for that and I think it’s a good point to do it.”
Weston must’ve been trying to behave because he pinched his lips together even though he was vibrating with curiosity.
There was a flash of something teasing and wicked in Conner’s eyes, but he pushed it away as fast as it came. “Information.”
Brat.
“Where would you like to start?” I wasn’t going to randomly start listing off facts no matter what he seemed to think.
Yes, I was going to give him the minimum of what he needed to make him happy because I liked him and I wanted to keep going to the club, but oversharing was not the goal.
“What has been the hardest part of transitioning your relationship?” Conner must’ve realized my patience had a limit because he went right for the hard stuff.
Weston’s head spun back in my direction but he didn’t volunteer anything. He was more worried about orgasms and being good at this point, which actually would make shifting to the scene easier, so I wasn’t going to push him out of that headspace.