Page 139 of Naughty Dreams
Alan cocked his head. “Don’t know if that’s where you two are headed, but anyone with a brain cell can tell there’s a strongchemistry between you. Hope you both get what you want out of it. But if you want to do a fellow Roy fan a solid, if you cut him loose, remind him I’m here. I tend to adapt to what a Master needs from me. The right one.”
Except what Alan had just described couldn’t be imitated. He knew it, too, evident in the wistful note of his voice. This wasn’t casual to him, and he was ready to be done with the conversation. DJ let him off the hook, murmuring his thanks. Alan rose and moved away, disappearing into the milling people and shadows.
Troubled but not really sure what to do with it, DJ found Roy watching him while drinking a soda and leaning against a high top. When DJ came to him and leaned on the other side of it, Roy pushed the soda over to him to share.
“I thought you said no one would recognize you here,” DJ commented.
“I said the type of people who I hire as clients, or connect to that world, wouldn’t be here. I’ve played with this group a few times.”
“Enough for Alan to have a good sense of who you are.”
“According to social media, you’ve had four relationships that went far enough for your lover to pick up significant things about who you are,” Roy observed. “Personal things. Would that be accurate?”
“Two, not four. But yeah, I guess so. And I get where you’re going with that.”
“I’m still going to say it. I never had a relationship with Alan outside of an environment like this. But inside it, things can get intense enough that a Dom and sub can figure out the shape of one another in intimate ways. Doesn’t mean we have any interest in a relationship beyond that.”
“He does.”
“I don’t. Look at me, Dory.”
When DJ lifted his brooding gaze, Roy tapped the table. “Tell me the problem.”
“It’s not a problem. Just didn’t want to hear anyone else call you Master, then tell me things about you I thought were my exclusive perspective.”
“You asked to meet with him.”
“I did it to myself. I get it.” He was being an insecure asshole. Usually he could shrug it off, but underneath the weight of everything else, he couldn’t. It was time to go back to the hotel, back to bed, before he ruined this. Fuck, he should have told Roy to stick with two queen beds, so they could give one another space. So Roy wasn’t having to marinate in this shit with him.
Roy put his hand on the one DJ had resting on the table. DJ would have pulled away, but Roy pinned it there in a decisive movement DJ would have to fight to break. “Dory,” his bodyguard said in a mild tone, “do you think it feels good to me to see women throw themselves at you, knowing that they’d line up to fuck you into oblivion?”
“No. But I can’t do anything about that. And it’s not me they’re wanting.”
“No, it’s not.”
As Roy stared at him, waiting for the gears to turn, DJ grudgingly pushed that crank. If Roy was here with him, it was because he valued DJ as DJ. And that was more than enough for Roy.
To Roy he was Dory.
Dorian James.
Maybe it was time to stop avoiding his first name. It was his fucking name, and he should take it back from the asshole who’d corrupted it with his abusive behavior.
No matter how fucked up she’d been, his mother had given him that name. It was his.
“Alan is a good man. A wonderful submissive,” Roy said. “I enjoyed his company and our sessions. But I want to be with you even when it’s not fun. Not a pleasure. Maybe especially during those times, so that we can help each other get through them.”
“Then celebrate by fucking each other’s brains out?”
Roy’s lips quirked. “Yes. And fall asleep after, holding you, that beautiful ass against my cock, your chest rising and falling under my palm. I don’t know what juice our relationship will have after your stalker is caught, but I want to drink from that cup while we can. How about you?”
DJ didn’t like that Roy had pointed them toward the logical conclusion that the close proximity of this situation might not survive the day-to-day chaos of their normal lives, but he and Roy agreed on one thing.
He wanted to enjoy him while he could, and not let any other bullshit interfere with it.
Seeing the easing in his body language, Roy gestured above them. “Want to go to the third floor? Logan and Madison are here, and since Logan’s a whip guy, that’s where we’ll find them.”
DJ brightened. “Hell, yeah. Madison was a doll. I’d like to see her again.”
