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“Later, babe. I’ll take you to the club tonight.”
“Thank you. I’ll need it after being caged all day.”
The thought of what he’ll make me do tonight makes it difficult to concentrate, but the firm grip of Saint’s hand on my stinging arse snaps me out of it. It’s a full house again, Royal is talking to Kip but stops and says hello. Drake joins in with the greetings, hugs Saint, and pats him hard on his back. Knox isn’t here, which is not like him. I think out of all the brothers, he’s the one that sees Kip and Robin the most.
“Where’s Knox?” I ask before I sit down.
“Running late. One of the trainers called in sick, so he’s had to take the classes this morning,” Kip says with a roll of his eyes.
Conversation about the gym picks up between all of them. It’s not something I can contribute to, so I join Robin as he piles the bacon onto the large ceramic plate. “What do you want me to do? Have you got the jugs for the juice? I can do that, if you like.”
He shakes his head and nods up to one of the cupboards. “Thanks, Noah. Once those guys get talking about the gym, I know I’m not going to get any help.” He puts the plate down, then looks at me, contemplating something. “Are you two doing okay? I don’t know what happened, but I’ve never seen Saint so ruined. Be careful, Noah. Make sure you’re doing this for you. It’s not an easy life, being a sub, let alone being the one that Saint needs.”
Surprise at his candidness has me speechless. It sounds like he disapproves of our relationship. Is this what he wanted to talk to me about when he first found out about us? “Saint gives me exactly what I need, being his sub is easy, because it’s what we both want. There’s no coercion, and I’m shocked that you think your own son would force me.”
Robin holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’m sorry I’ve offended you. I only want you happy, both of you.”
“We are. You don’t need to worry. I love him.”
“I know you do.”
That seems to end the conversation, but when I carry the jugs to the table, Saint is watching me. “What did Pops say to you?”
“Nothing, I’ll tell you later,” I whisper. I know if I tell him now, it will ruin brunch and probably the rest of the day. I’ll tell him when we can get naked, and he can take it out on my body. “Have you said anything to them yet?”
He catches on straight away. “No, I thought we could do it together. Get everyone eating first.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
Knox turns up about ten minutes after we all start to eat, but before we can share our news. Kip starts asking question after question.
I nudge Saint, making him chuckle, and he clears his throat. “We’ve got some news too. Noah is moving in with me.”
Nobody seems to notice as they carry on with other conversations. Then Royal stops mid word and looks at us. “Well, shit.”
Knox grins and claps his hands together. “Okay, pay up.” He makes grabby hand actions, while the others all hand over twenty quid.
Saint stares at them all. “What the fuck! You were betting on us? You total wankers.”
Laughter erupts around the table. I can tell Saint’s not really annoyed, I think it’s hysterical. “For that, you can all help move his stuff again,” Saint tells them, trying not to smile.
We leave an hour later with the promise from all of them to come over later in the week to shift it all. I wait for him to start the truck, knowing he’s going to ask me about my conversation with Robin. It only takes him to reverse off the driveway to bring it up again.
“So, tell me what he said, because you looked pissed off.”
A sigh escapes before I speak. “He wanted me to be sure I was in our relationship for me, that being your sub will be difficult, because of what you like.” Saint’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and the muscle in his jaw is flexing as he clenches his teeth.
“What did you tell him? I hope it was mind your own business.”
“No, I was tempted, but I told him that you give me exactly what I need, that because of that, being your sub isn’t difficult at all. I also told him that I was disappointed that he could think that of you, that you would be pressuring me into doing this.”
His hands relax a little, and as we come to a stop at a traffic light, he looks at me. “Thank you.” His voice is soft.
“What for? It was all the truth. I love what we do. I crave it all.” I know he believes me; he’s told me how good I am atsubmitting for him. How proud he is of me every time we do something new. “Are we going to the club tonight? I think I need to be owned, to sink into the way only you can make me feel.”
“We are, and I think you’ll love what we’re going to do. I want to see the exhibitionist in you tonight.” His grin is devilish, his voice low and demanding. If it wasn’t for the cage around my junk, I’d be hard as hell. The pain as my dick tries to stiffen makes me moan and squirm in my seat.
“I think I may need to take the edge off for you when we get home or you’ll be shooting your load well before I want you to.”
