Page 85 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

There was no question in his mind that he was in love with Ramsay. It had taken him ages to admit that it wasn’t simple lust between them. If it was all dominance and rutting, snuggling up to him on the couch when they stayed up late to watch TV, and talking until the wee hours of the morning wouldn’t make him feel like it did. As taciturn as Ramsay was about their relationship, his feelings were real enough. His actions showed what he was too straight to say aloud.

And sweet little Saya. He’d never been attracted to women who were soft and mild-mannered. Winter had been his absolute fantasy girl, and still was, even though it’d been years. But there was a spot for Saya in his heart. Maybe it was slightly smaller than the piece he set aside for Winter, but that was probably just a time thing. She and Winter balanced each other out. Not that Saya was weak where Winter was strong – Saya just had a different kind of strength, that was easily bent but sprang back. She was resilient where Winter was hard. He felt as though his affections had been divided in three, but now there was this tiny fourth vying for his attention.

Spider leapt unexpectedly into Mack’s lap, and Mack somehow managed to simultaneously protect his junk and catch the kid before he toppled off.

“Mack, Uncle Ramsay is being boooring! You don’t want to talk about band stuff, do you? Spinning me on the chair would be waaay more fun.” He blinked up at Mack, like a cute, mini-Ramsay that he could put in his pocket and carry around to entertain him all day.

Not his kid. Not even Ramsay or Saya’s kid. Somehow Spider had wormed his way into Mack’s affections. If bitchface Bronwyn ever showed up on their doorstep, Mack would be hard pressed not to kick her in the ass. If Spider had been an annoying little git or if his mother had faced serious issues like addiction or a difficult upbringing, maybe he could have forgiven her. In this situation it was more like the kid had been in the way, so she’d dropped him off at the pound and forgotten about him. Sucked to do to a dog, but doing it to a kid? That was fucking cold. Especially this kid.

A somersault demonstration got underway at his feet, and he applauded with the others every time Spider bowed, which was often. It had only been a few months and he was like a different child. Wild and outgoing, affectionate, but relatively well-behaved. The Spider who chattered incessantly and wouldn’t make eye contact hadn’t really been him at all.

Later, when he plopped Spider in the computer chair and spun him until he shrieked, he caught Winter frowning at him and wondered if she’d ever get over her aversion to children.

He didn’t have the guts to tell her that Spider had changed things, and now he wanted to be a father. Someday.

“I’m calling Divine Gorgon tomorrow and telling them that we appreciate their offer, but it’s not a good time for us to go.” Winter arched a brow, daring someone to disagree.

Ramsay grunted, but no one argued.

*

The discomfort he was in warred with his excitement. How often did a guy with no kids get to shop at a toy store for presents? He hadn’t set foot in a toy store for about ten years – at least not the rated-G kind. As for the rest, he was horny, his nipples ached, and the plug in his ass was highly distracting. Mack had tried to talk Ramsay out of piercing his nipples, but after he’d seen the equipment he’d insisted on being shown how to use it. He’d done a good job, considering Mack had never entertained the thought of piercing himself with the stuff. It had been to use on Winter.

The up side was both Winter and Saya had decided guys with nipple piercings were drool-worthy, and had been pawing at him all day. The down side was Ramsay had told him he wasn’t allowed to get off until he said so, which meant a perpetual boner for Mack. There was a chance the lack of blood flow to his brain was causing damage he was too horny to be aware of.

And the plug? That was his punishment for teasing Ramsay when he took a third helping of mashed potatoes at supper, although Mack decided it was more that the girls had laughed along with him, than anything else. Making the Dom the butt of the joke had not proven comfortable for his own butt.

Almost every movement, now, reminded him who the bitch was in their relationship. It also reminded him that Ramsay was standing close, looking at the same display, his scent making Mack feel crazy and out of control. Luckily the store was almost empty and the girls were in another department. For the moment he had Ramsay to himself.

“Do you think they’ll flip out if we get him guns?” Mack said, fully intending on putting several in the cart before they went to a checkout.

Ramsay moved behind him. “They’re only Nerf guns. No one can object to them. You can barely feel the darts when they hit you.” He leaned in closer and Mack could feel his breath on his ear. “That’s the first thing you’ve said since we got here. You seem distracted.”

Damn. Suddenly he didn’t care where they were – it only mattered that they weren’t home or somewhere else they could fuck. Getting the girls in the truck now, before the shopping was done, would be difficult, but he couldn’t stay any longer.

“We should go.”

“What’s the matter, Mack? We just got here.”

The growl in his ear was the last straw. He turned and grabbed Ramsay’s wrist to pull him out to the truck.

A throat cleared behind him. Mack dropped Ramsay’s arm like he had burst into flame.

“Can I help you find something?”

Ramsay flushed slightly. “Uh,” he said brilliantly to the attractive young woman wearing the toy store smock. “We’re shopping for my nephew.”

“How sweet! How old is he?”

“Four.”

“He might be too young for these then.”

Mack and Ramsay exchanged knowing glances. Their women would likely say the same thing.

“He’s very smart for his age, though,” Mack objected.

“Well, either way, he’s lucky he has two special uncles that will play with him.” She beamed. “And just so you know, our store is very gay friendly, so if anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable here, please tell a staff member and that person will be asked to leave.”

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