Page 62 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Is this not the playroom?” I ask Amir, and everyone laughs like they’re all in on some joke that I don’t quite understand. Kira pats my cheek.

“Oh Ren, my sweet summer child,” she coos, and then informs me of the actual meaning of the word ‘playroom’.

An entire room dedicated to fucking, like having a sex club in your house. I think I just gained a newfound respect for Amir and Rachel.

“And to answer your question Amir, the ladder is a big,hugeyay from me,” Kira winks, then presses her lips to my cheek. I preen like a peacock.

“How does one decide to pierce his dick?” Stephen asks with a full body shudder. I shrug.

“I was in my thirties, already going through a bit of a midlife crisis. I’d been going through a breakup and was feeling particularly snippy one day. I snapped at someone who didn’t deserve it, and when I heard myself, I sounded exactly like my father. I hated my father. So, on a whim, I decided to do something that the man would never do and would thoroughly piss him off if he was alive to know. I’d contemplated a tattoo, but…here we are. I have no regrets.”

“Your dad may have been a royal ass, Ren, but I would like to send my thanks to him down in hell for the Jacob’s ladder and the impeccable genetics.” Kira punctuates her statement with a kiss to my cheek.

“Now that deserves a toast. To shitty parents who fucked us up, but at least they blessed us with carved jaws and fat cocks,” James says, holding up his bottle of beer. We cheers, and something warm settles in my chest. With Kira in my lap and in a room full of people whose company I genuinely enjoy, I feel like I’ve finally found something. Like that spiraling loneliness I’ve battled with for so many years has finally calmed.

I feel…settled.

Content.

Happy.

And so fucking in love with the woman in my arms.

When I decided to buy Spin Sync, I’d been searching for something. Friendship, community, a purpose, and Ifound it. Not in the building, not as CEO, but in Kira. She’s flipped my world upside down in the most excruciatingly perfect way. She’s the shining ball of light guiding me home. She’s given me so much–her trust, her laughter, her body and mind–and it’s time for me to give back what belongs to her.

Later, when she and I are curled up in one of the guest bedrooms, our heads on one pillow as we look into each other's eyes in the glow of the moonlight, I decide to show my hand.

“Kira, darling, I have to tell you something,” I say, ready to lay my cards on the table and give Spin Sync to her, the way it always should have been. It’s a frightening feeling. Our entire relationship has been built on the trust she had in me when I told her I didn’t know who she was when I bought Spin Sync, and now I’m going to admit I’ve been keeping a secret from her. It’s a good secret–I hope–but I’m still worried that the whole charade will piss her off and send her running from me.

But I can’t care about that. I’m so in love with this woman that it makes me ache everywhere. She deserves the truth. She deserves what’s hers. And if that means making her angry and potentially sending her running from me, that’s a risk I’m going to have to take.

Her eyes search mine, and something I can’t quite read crosses her features.

“I’m sleepy, babe. Can it wait?” She says, nuzzling closer to me. The warmth of skin radiates against mine, soothing my heartbeat.

“It’s...it’s important, love.”

“Will it still be important in the morning?” She asks.

“I suppose so,” I answer.

“Then let’s wait until then, Ren.”

She cuddles in close, nuzzling her face into my chest. Within moments, a soft snore escapes her.

So, I hold my woman tight, keeping her close.

I’ll make things right in the morning.

24

WARREN

The next morning, dragging myself away from Kira’s warm body feels like walking through cement, but I need to peel myself away before I do something rude and inappropriate in someone else’s home. I can see the appeal of the Adult Sleepover for friendship purposes, but my dick doesn’t seem to care that we’re not in the privacy of our own home.

Ours.

I suppose I shouldn’t put the cart before the horse, but Kira’s home certainly feels like mine, too. I can see the coming years in my mind like a film reel. Waking up in her mountain of blankets every morning, limbs tangled with hers. Carrying her in a white gown through the threshold. Adopting a kitten or a puppy, then graduating to a baby. Practicing making said baby in every room. Creating a life of memories with the woman who has captured me, body and soul.

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