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Chapter Seven
Oh, what the hell have I agreed to? Larry paced back and forth across his living room. One stupendous kiss from Bo and Larry had turned stupid.
No, that wasn’t true. Larry had known what he was agreeing to when Bo had said he wanted to get to know him better last week. They’d even texted each other twice, for fuck’s sake, so it wasn’t as if Larry had been taken unawares.Granted, the texts had been to set up the date Larry was now all kinds of nervous about—because he didn’t consider meeting at the club and having a scene with someone adate.
But it was, and they were supposed to hang out after the scene, as in…maybe have sex. Larry’s dick twitched. He wasn’t scared, just nervous because he was moving forward, breaking free of the cement cinder blocks he’d chainedaround his ankles for years.
He’d had time to think about why he felt the need to change now, but Larry didn’t have a set answer.
It might have been a combination of things—or it could have been Bo. Bo alone was enough of an incentive to strive for something more.
Larry darted into the bathroom and gave himself a quick once-over, for the tenth time in the last half hour or so. He still lookedlike himself. A bit of a beard, blond hair thick and loose, hanging to his shoulders, eyes full of nerves.
Sighing, he smoothed down the line that cropped up when he frowned. He had no reason to frown at himself, anyway.
He was just so damned nervous!
And he’d be late if he wasn’t careful. Not a good way to start off a night spent with a Dom, even though the Dom thing wasn’t happening outsideof the scene.
Larry huffed, then hurried out of the bathroom. He’d insisted on meeting Bo at the club rather than letting Bo pick him up. Larry could only make so many concessions and changes at a time.
He was picked up on the curb by the driving service and delivered to the club only a minute before he was due to arrive.
Even so, Larry walked into the club as if he had time to spare. He greetedToby, one of the bouncers, and said hello to a few people once he was inside, but he was distracted, having already spotted Bo the moment he’d entered the club. Larry kept glancing at him, unable not to.
Bo wore leather—his executioner’s hood, harness, pants, boots, bracelets, and he was hot as fuck. Larry flushed with a heated wave of arousal as Bo nodded at him.
“Larry!”
Larry pivoted andsaw Hank sitting at a table to the right. “Hey, Hank. Where’s Thomas?”
“Restroom,” Hank replied. “You’re nervous, huh?”
“Yeah, a little, I guess.” Larry had told Hank about his decision to date Bo and scene with him, which meant sexandBDSM, although not together. Larry still wanted to keep them separate, and Bo was fine with that.
Who knows? If…if this works out, maybe someday we’ll havethose two things together. A scene with BDSM and sex.Now wasn’t the time to dwell on the possibility.
Hank got up and gave him a hug. “You’ll be fine. Bo will be good to you, or I’ll remove his balls and feed them to him.”
“Jesus,” Thomas muttered, having returned from the bathroom. He moved to stand behind Hank. “Remind me not to piss you off.”
Hank laughed as he ended the hug. “I love yourballs, along with the rest of you. You’re safe.”
“Good.” Thomas grabbed Hank and kissed him.
Larry murmured, “Damn, that’s hot,” and made his way toward Bo.
Bo was standing by Quar, and Quar was grinning like he was happier than he’d been in years.
Larry was tempted to roll his eyes. Quar was one of the Doms he’d never scened with, because Quar was looking for something, someone, and Larrywasn’t. But Quar was a good guy and he liked seeing people happy.Though single himself, Quar appeared to think everyone else needed to be paired up, or poly’d up, depending on what they wanted, of course.
“You look good tonight, Larry. You two have fun.” Quar winked at him, then left.
Larry wrinkled his nose at Quar’s back. “Were you two talking about me?”
Bo reached over and cupped Larry’schin, encouraging him to turn his head. Larry didn’t resist, and Bo kissed him.
The scent and feel of leather was luxurious, but it couldn’t compare to how amazing Bo’s lips felt against his, the press of Bo’s tongue, the commanding way he controlled the kiss.
