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Good. Because he would not take Justin’s pity, not one bit of it. He wouldn’t wipe his tears away, either. They weren’t a weakness. Anyoneherewho thoughtthat—didn’t belong. Any reminder Eli needed of that was written on Justin’s face and in the welts across his back.
Iron strength, once the snark and insecurity were stripped away.What holds you back, Justin? How do I help you?
A cough interrupted Eli’s thoughts. This time it was Michael. He knelt and placed Eli’s cane on the floor and handed him a blanket. “We have Justin’s clothes and your vest, too. I’ve sent Sam for water.” Soft, neutral words, but Eli had known Michael too long not to see what lay behind. Understanding. Pride.
That tumbled Eli’s heart, nearly as much as the kiss Justin planted on his neck. “Thank you.” He nudged Justin so that they both lay on the couch before draping the blanket over them.
Justin melted into Eli and at least for this moment and in this space, everything was perfect. Eli shut his eyes and clung to that, writing it into his memory as strongly as he could.
Justin White, in his arms. Pressing kiss after wordless kiss against his lips.
Chapter Eight
Justin had never been so turned on by a car ride, but then he’d never been tied up and placed in a car before, either. Complex bindings held his arms to his side and bound his hands and palms together in front of him. Rope crisscrossed his torso and back and the knots dug into the welts on his back as he sat in passenger seat of Eli’s car. Leather creaked when he shifted, earning him a twist to a nipple through his shirt or a caress of his cock through his jeans, depending on Eli’s mood.
He was belted in but without his hands free, he was acutely aware of how off balance he was every time the car turned—and how absolutely hard he’d become. Between the ache in his back, the restriction of his arms, and the occasional spike of pain from Eli’s relentless torment of his nipple, the only thing keeping him from a mind-blowing orgasm was the tightness of his pants.
Oh, but did Eli try to bring him off. When the road emptied enough, Eli massaged Justin’s length until Justin rocked his hips, pressed his head back against the seat, and moaned.
At the moment, they were driving through a busy stretch of road and both of Eli’s hands were firmly on the steering wheel. Justin watched the lights swim by through the window. He’d half expected to go home with someone tonight, even brought a change of clothes.This is every one of my erotic dreams come true.
“Is it, now?”
A shiver slid straight down Justin, even as embarrassment rose like summer heat. “I... didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
Eli’s chuckle was almost inaudible over the car noise. “Yet you did.”
“Guess you’re used to hearing that.”
“No, actually. You’re the first.”
No way.“How is that even possible?”
Silence for a moment as Eli switched lanes. “I’m a bit much for most, really.”
All those jealous looks at the party. “But everyone wants you.”
“Everyonethinksthey want me. Most subs I’ve scened with like the experience, but I’m a bit too—much—for long-term.”
“Most?” There was the stab of jealousy. Not like Justin hadn’t been with other men. Or been dominated by them. Or kept by them—Francis. He shivered.
Eli glanced over, brows furrowing. “Most. Some want that intensity, but my D/s relationships have been no more than that—Dominant and submissive. And always short-term.”
No romance. Nothing long.I don’t do this. Justin turned to Eli—as much as the ropes allowed. “Why me?”
“Because we already had more.” Eli changed lanes then slid his hand over Justin’s jeans, so close to—but not touching—his cock. “And you thrive on the intensity.”
He did. Would have loved it even more if Eli moved his hand up a bit.
“See?” Warmth and playfulness in Eli’s voice. But he didn’t shift his hand one inch.
Justin flexed, the ropes pressing against flesh and silk, and swallowed, trying to wet his throat. “I don’t suppose you could drive a little faster?”
“No.” Eli’s fingers found Justin’s shaft.
Justin grunted, but it sounded more like a whimper.
“I don’t think the cops would quite understand your... predicament... if they pulled me over for speeding.”
