Page 32 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He knew she was teasing him, but the insinuation that he was a whore still bit. “No. Fuck off. Can we please change the subject?” Winter was still amused, but Mack plunged on. “So what did you and Saya talk about?”

“Other than speculating what you two were up to? This and that. She’s a sweet little thing. Smarter than I thought she was, too. We talked about philosophy for a while, actually.”

“The philosophy of watching your men get it on?”

“Mmm...yeah. That too.” She looked at him and winked then turned back to the road. “I fished around to see how she felt about the fact that I’ve been hitting on her. Ifyou’d been five minutes later coming back she might have been in my lap.”

“Well, that answers that question. It’s not the booze.”

“Yeah, Ramsay asking her to be the designated driver made that easier to figure out.”

Ramsay’s name coming from Winter’s mouth made his heart race. He’d admitted what had happened, but parts of it – the details – were rolling around in his head. There wasn’t part of it that he didn’t itch to draw, but he knew that no drawing would ever capture the swamp of feelings he was still wading through.

“That and her giving me the big eager eyes all night. She’s fascinated by my cleavage, even though there’s not much to look at.”

Mack refrained from swatting her while she was driving. “You’re perfect, Winter. Not every woman has to be curvy with big tits.”

Her tongue poked out and licked at one of her lip rings, which was always a sensual thing to watch. Between Ramsay and now Winter, he was going to end the night with a serious case of blue balls.

“She’s a sex goddess compared to me, but she’s too meek to take advantage of it. Good thing, too. It would suck to have a boner for a total bitch.”

“The last I checked, you didn’t have the equipment to get a boner.”

“Girls get them too, they’re just more...polite.”

Mack leaned back in the seat and slid his hand onto Winter’s thigh. Automatically, she shifted her legs further apart and tipped her hips toward his hand when he reached towards her core.

She groaned and ground against his hand before he pulled away, not wanting to distract her from driving.

“Did that girl get you all horny again?”

Winter made a sound of protest then subsided. They had mutually agreed upon rules regarding sexual contact while driving. “Mmm. Yes. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to get closer to her, though. She makes me think terrible, terrible things.”

“What? Like you want to defile her?”

“Yeah, but there’s more than that. I get all weird and bossy with her. I can’t seem to help it.”

“Are you having dommy feelings, Winter?” Mack mimicked his high school guidancecounselor in a syrupy falsetto.

“Yes, ma’am. Is that normal?”

“How about I’ll interrogate you when we get home and see how serious you are?”

She bit her lip and stole a glance at him. “Interrogate me? With needles and knives?” To any other observer she might have looked nervous, but he picked up on the subtle excitement in her voice.

“It’s been a while since I took out my police baton.” he mused.

The tiny whimper that escaped her went straight to his cock.

“But it hurts,” she whispered.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

*

The stir-fried beef hissed in the pan as he sliced peppers to throw in when Winter walked through the door. Getting supper done early gave them more time to hang out in the evening, even if tonight’s date was all about doing laundry. It seemed like ages since they’d been alone and he wanted her to see he was making an effort.

Sharing each other with another couple was weird and made him hyper-aware of Winter’s every expression when they were together. He’d been the one to take the first big step into that situation, but his interest in Ramsay and Saya wasn’t worth messing up the good thing he had going with Winter.

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