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He shakes his head. “Hell no. I think next time you’ll have to mark me where other people can see.”

“Oh?” I tilt my head. “Are you giving me orders now?”

He laughs. “Not at all. It was just a suggestion, Sir.” His grin is full of mischief, and I am almost tempted to take him over my lap and spank the sass out of him.

“Come here, let’s get you cleaned up and then put food into you.”

“Washcloths are in the second drawer on the right. First aid kit is under the sink,” he says, taking one last look in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom.

Gathering all the supplies, I wash my hands and take everything into the bedroom. Doc is laying face down on the bed, head resting on his folded arms and propped up on a few pillows, looking content and relaxed. Something I never thought I’d see from him when we first met.

“How you feeling?” I ask, sitting on the bed next to his legs.

“Good, relaxed. I needed that, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I set a hand on the back of his thigh. “Tell me if something feels wrong or too uncomfortable, okay?”

“I know the drill,” he snarks. That earns him a smack on the back of his thigh. “Sorry, Sir. I will, don’t worry.”

“Good boy,” I praise, watching the way he shifts on the bed at my words.

Carefully, I dab the bite marks where the skin broke with a damp cloth, cleaning up the dried blood. After drying them, I take the arnica cream from the first aid kit and slather it over the marks left behind.

“You said it’s been a while,” I start, unsure how to phrase this topic because either way it’s awkward. “But how long has it been since you’ve been in this type of relationship?”

Doc sighs. “Honestly? Years. It takes a lot of trust, and this life isn’t something you can really be honest about. And I couldn’t risk it. So James and I have gotten by, but it’s not the same.”

Leaning over, I press a kiss to his lower back. “Thank you for trusting me.”

He hums. “What about you?”

“Two years. I’ve had casual things with two people, but by casual I mean some spanking and light bondage; which I know is a lot for some people, and I don’t mean to diminish what they need. But for me…I’m very full on, and I like having relationships with my partners. But look at me, most people think I’m the one who needs to be bent over, and if they don’tthink that, then they sure as hell believe someone my age doesn’t have the experience to know what I’m doing.”

He shifts on the bed, rolling onto his side so he can look at me. “That’s bullshit. You obviously knew what you were doing. I felt a level of safety and comfort with you that I didn’t expect since we don’t know each other well, but I’m not going to question it. If we’re able to give each other what we need, then who cares how old we are or what we look like?”

He huffs and then sighs. “Yes, I was worried about your age, but that wasn’t about your experience. I was worried you wouldn’t want someone like me.”

I shake my head. “According to my best friends, I like older brats.”

He laughs, hard. “Well, you found one.”

“I’ve gathered that.” I smile and shake my head. “Come on, get dressed, it's time to feed you.”

He groans but gets up and heads to his dresser, pulling out a loose pair of sweats and slipping them on. “Where’d my phone end up?”

“Over here.” I grab our clothes from where I dumped them when we first came up, fishing around for his phone and handing it over.

“Thanks. Let’s go see if James will make us grilled cheese.”

I laugh, extracting my shirt from the pile of clothes and putting it on. “I can make grilled cheese, if that’s what you want for dinner.”

“You worked hard this afternoon, it’s fine to let my best friend spoil you.” He grins and I shake my head at his ridiculousness, following him out of the bedroom.

Downstairs,we find James, Kail, and Enzo in the kitchen.

“Nice to see you again, Soren,” Kail says. “Are you joining us for dinner?”

“Yes,” I reply before smirking. “Doc wants grilled cheese though.”

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