Page 22 of Shrouded Desires
“Spank me, but I didn’t do anything, Sir.” The twinkle in Raine’s eyes was heartwarming to see. He could definitely get used to that. “I’m innocent – this time.”
“Max was right. You are a brat.” Storm gave a mock sigh. “Whatever am I to do with you?”
“Let me go swim? The private gym has a lap pool on the other side of the sauna.” Raine raised a hopeful eyebrow. “I promise no funny business. I’ll keep my hands away from my dick. I just get antsy if I don’t get my laps in a couple times a week.”
Storm pretended to think for a moment as he tried to force the image of Raine stroking his cock.Maybe…He forced the idea away.Here and now Parker.“Tell you what, Raine. You can swim for an hour while I do my leg workout, then we’ll meet in the sauna to relax. Then I can do my inspection before I check in on the club.”
“Sounds good to me, Sir.” He went to stand when Storm placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. “Sir?”
“You didn’t ask to be excused from the table, boy.” He gestured toward the demolished food in front of them. “Even kneeling next to it, and allowing me to feed you, it’s still proper manners to thank your host and ask to be excused.”
“Oh.” Raine’s cheeks flushed. “Master never expected.” He cleared his throat nervously. “I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you for feeding me, Sir. May I be excused from the table now?”
The boy was so earnest, it tickled Storm’s funny bone.
“Of course.” He watched as Raine gracefully rose to his feet. “Go change out of your clothing and grab a robe, while I clear the table.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He turned to head into the closet when Storm stopped him.
“Oh, ...and Raine?”
“Yes, Sir?” Raine looked over his shoulder at him.
“No suit. Just the robe.” Storm waited to see if the boy would protest his order. But instead he surprised Storm.
“Of course.” He bit his lower lip, then released it. “Less drag that way anyways.”
This time it was Storm that burst out laughing. It was the damnedest thing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed with a submissive. Barked orders, fucked and teased, hell yeah. But laughed freely. It’d been years.
Chapter Ten
Pushing thru the flowing water, his long arms and legs moving rhythmically, Raine was a feast for the eyes. Leaning against the entrance to the lap pool, Storm couldn’t help but take in the nude form so effortlessly cutting through the foam. No wonder the boy had a swimmer’s build. He was a swimmer. A damned fine one if the timer on the pool were any indication. The boy was approaching the forty-five-minute mark and still seemed to be going strong. He idly wondered if the boy had that much stamina in the sack. No doubt about it, he found Raine sexy as hell. But while he was Max’s, Storm couldn’t in good conscience become the man’s lover. No matter how much his dick begged for just that.
A few seconds later the buzzer dinged, and the water quickly calmed as the motor shut off. Which, of course, sent the boy careening toward the wall of the pool. Storm pushed off the frame of the door, ready to catch the boy, when Raine did an easy pivot under water and kicked off the wall. All Storm caught was a flash of white ass, before he disappeared in the waves, only to immerge facing the opposite end of the pool. The water sluiced off his slender form as he stood.
Storm swallowed hard, before ducking into the sauna. His hands trembled as he scrubbed them over his scalp. The sauna was cool at the moment, so he probably should fire up the heating element. Raine would need the heat to sooth his trembling muscles while Storm himself would enjoy sweating out the last of impurities from his drinking binge the night before. He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d drunk half a bottle of scotch after finding Raine gone. Wallowed in his own misery until Max had slapped some sense into him literally.
“Straighten the fuck up Parkers. Remember why you became a dom. Because best friend or not, I’ll kick your ass if you fuck this up.”
Of course, that’s all it had taken. In less than twenty-five words, Max had straightened him out, reminding him why he’d originally became a dominant. Not just for the kinky sex, but to take care of another human being. Something he hadn’t done in years. His little party boys had been nothing more than a way to scratch an itch, then were seen to the door much like his agent or a star news reporter. They’d gotten what they needed from him, and he’d been happy to see them go. But something told him, he might not be so happy to see the backside of Raine. The boy was different. Or maybe it was his reaction that was different. Fuck if he knew.
“Sir?”
He glanced over his shoulder to look at Raine. He’d donned the terrycloth robe he’d worn downstairs, and now his hair was a wet mess, plastered to his skull. Evidently, he hadn’t bothered to dry off before slipping into his cover-up.
“Come on in, Raine. I’m sure you are more familiar with this set up than I am.” He gestured to the controls for the sauna. It was a similar model to the one in his home, but he used the excuse to get Raine within touching distance.
“Of course, Sir.” He joined Storm in front of the console. “You need to twist this, and push that, to turn it on.” He flipped the dials, then depressed the on button. “Easy peasy.” He smiled up at Storm.
The impish grin on his face, drew Storm closer until he was a hairs breath away from kissing him. God, he wanted to feel the boy’s lips under his. To see how soft they were, to find out how sweet or spicy he tasted. A sharp ding as the infrared element came up to temperature and began to heat the coals resting on top of it had Storm jerking back. What the hell was he doing?
Raine licked his lower lip, before backing away. “Ah…would you mind grabbing a couple bottles of water from outside, Sir? I usually sip on one while I bake.”
“No problem.” Storm quickly exited the room. He used the time to try to get his head on straight – and he wasn’t talking about the little one between his thighs. That one was ready to charge forward and find out how tight the boy’s sweet ass was. Damned if he was sure how he was going to resist the temptation Raine presented. Fuck, he needed to talk to Max. Ultimately Raine was his, and he wasn’t about to poach on his buddy’s sub. He just needed to remember that and keep his damned hands to himself, until the opportunity to talk to Max appeared. He took a couple deep breaths to settle his nerves, then grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge in the small kitchenette that lined one side of the gym.
When he returned to the sauna, he found Raine already inside and seated on one of the wooden benches with nothing more than a white towel wrapped around his lean hips. Sweat had already begun to bead on his brow.
“I thought I said naked, boy?” He arched a brow at Raine and nodded to the towel.
