Page 39 of Reignite

Gray stroked my cheek. “Angel?”

“Hmm?”

He put his hand over mine. “Are you trying to tell me…?”

I shook my head, not trusting my words. He left his hand there and stroked my belly.

“Is that something you want, love?”

I honestly didn’t know. I was only now figuring life out for myself. “Do you?”

He kissed me, so softly. “Let’s save this conversation for another night. One baby at a time, huh?”

“Yes, this,” I placed my hand over his heart, “is more than enough for tonight.”

“You are always more than enough for me.” Gray kissed me and pulled me away from the group gathered around the glass room. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

“Ooh, I love plans.”

“Follow me.” He tugged me through the different groups of people. We mingled, saying hello to new and potentially new members, answering questions, and I did my best to make connections with the people who were joining my community.

“You’re good at this, babe.” Gray whispered in my ear after the four hundred and seventeenth time I’d told a group about our mission to make everyone feel included.

Danica, the plus-size model I’d invited to join had arrived and joined us. She nodded along with everything I said. “I envy this relationship you two have. The push and pull and your absolute comfort with each other. But I have a question.”

I liked Danica’s vibe. She didn’t hide who she was or what turned her on, and was proud to be a big, beautiful woman. She’d be a great ambassador for everything I wanted to build here. “Shoot.”

“You mentioned that one of your kinks is domination and submission, But I can’t tell. Who is the Dom and who is the sub?”

“Well, I’m a Domme, but—” Before I could go on with the long and complicated and confusing explanation of what Gray and I were, that I was sure to fumble over since I only kind of knew myself, Gray took my hand.

“Let me show you,” he said, and pulled me toward the stage.

“What are you doing? Are we going to announce to everyone here that—” What? I was a Domme, but Gray was my Dom, and wouldn’t that confuse the heck out of people? Esas son mamadas.

“We’re going to show them exactly what you mean to me, and I to you.”

We were? Gray led me to the edge of the stage where the St. Andrew’s cross still stood, unchristened.

Gray grinned at me and glanced at the cross. “Unless your kinks have changed in the last month and you don’t get a kick out of exhibition.”

I was always up for a show. I got a satisfaction out of seeing, knowing others could be turned on by what I did or didn’t do. “I do, but you don’t. Why are we doing this if it isn’t what you like too? I reserved one of the private rooms for the whole night for us.”

Our entire sexual journey had started with Gray watching me, he’d dominated without ever touching me back then. Always in a private, controlled situation. The one time we’d openly played in public was in the showdown with Foster back at the Red Ranch.

Gray pulled me in tight and lowered his mouth to my ear, so that I heard absolutely every word he said. “What I like is seeing how your body, the way you get turned on, the way you come, seduces everyone around you. What I like is watching you revel in the fact that no one can keep their eyes off you. What I like is knowing that you can prove to anyone here that not only can people, women especially, enjoy sex, kinky or not, but that they can be sexual beings and should embrace their sexuality like you have.”

Eso que ni qué. There were times when I wasn’t sure I knew Gray at all, and times, like this, that he was all I wanted to know. I wished he’d let me in to see this part of him more often.

I cupped his cheek, needing the intimacy of physical contact with him. “That’s what you like, huh?”

He took my hand and kissed the inside of his palm. “That and I like making you scream my name when you come.”

I laughed, a bit of happiness bubbling out.

“I have never done that.” I totally had. Like yesterday.

“Oh, no?” He chuckled. “You’re going to tonight.”

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