Page 11 of Little Did We Know
I grinned and took a swig from my beer.My brother was pissy today.He blamed jet lag.We’d just come back from six weeks in Mali.
I’d promised West we’d show up, though.We’d had to cancel the last event he’d found for us, and I didn’t want that guy to slip through our fingers.Lucas West was social, easygoing, evidently attracted subs like nothing else, and he was seriously good in the sack.River and I would benefit from having him as a friend.
West was currently surrounded by a gaggle of subs on the other side of the pool.
If I ever convinced River to start a kink community with me, West was going to play a key role in recruiting members.We’d only met up twice before today, and the second time had settled things for me.I mean, the first time had been about something else.He’d had a goal—he’d wanted to get laid.Plus, the theme had been sadism.The second event, however… Way too soft for River and me, yet it’d shown a side of West that intrigued me.I could see the Daddy Dom in him now.He wasn’t particularly interested in taking things further with many of them, but he was naturally nurturing, kind, and patient around subs on the Little spectrum.And boy, did they love him.
I could learn a thing or two from him.’Cause I was interested in exploring Daddykink too.I just didn’t know how to handle that kind of submissive.One of them had run up to me earlier to offer me a drink, and I’d felt awkward and stiff.I didn’t know what to say—I was wired to punch the daylights out of someone for smiling that widely, because it usually meant that person had the upper hand.The look of triumph meant your opponent had been defeated, not just that you were fucking happy.
I continued drinking my beer and observing the crowd.Some fifty people were here, all enjoying the snack buffet, the pool, the open bar, and a few games.It was Doms against subs in the pool, a spanking contest on the porch, and naked wrestling in a large makeshift sandbox.Beach sand, meet a bare ass.All with the grand view of a pricey Tudor-esque McMansion.
Two masochists were going at it on the sand-filled tarp, and a dozen or so kinksters were enjoying the show.Personally, I preferred to watch the audience, not the circus.
Meanwhile, River was going to town on his pile of pizza squares.
I snatched a mozzarella stick and took a bite.
“You seem to like your pizza squares a whole lot,” I mentioned.Aside from the fact that he was still scowling.
“The shape doesn’t make them less tasty,” he bit out.
Jesus.
“You need to get laid, brother.”
“I need tosleep,” he corrected.
I shrugged and let it go, ’cause West was on his way over with another kind of smile on his face.He was curious.
His Christmas outfit consisted of regular slacks and a button-down—too hot for the summer—and he’d donned a pair of antlers.
“What’s the verdict, guys?”he asked as he reached us.“It’s a nice party, isn’t it?”
I mean…it was nice I could walk around in my boxer briefs, but the Santa hat was starting to itch.In fact, I removed it and wiped sweat off my forehead, then finished my mozzarella stick.
“I’m enjoyin’ the people-watching,” I said, chewing.“You’re certainly popular.”
Life went on when we weren’t around.On the way over here today, West had mentioned he’d joined a community and everything.
“You could be too, if you didn’t lurk in the shadows,” he pointed out teasingly.
I grinned a little and pinched a few fries next.They felt kinda limp.
Didn’t taste great either.
“You’re on the prowl,” River noted.
West tilted his head.“Am I?”
River nodded once and bit into another slice—square—of pizza.“I noticed that about you.You’re not enjoyin’ the journey.You just wanna find someone and get settled.Eager beaver.”
Nice.A little afternoon profiling when he was dead on his feet and lacked the ability to ease into things.
I elbowed him.“You don’t spring that shit on people.”
He frowned.
West knitted his brows.“I don’t agree with that.I’m far from ready to settle down.”
