Page 178 of Naughty Dreams
Would he beg? He just might.
“You remember what you told me last time we were together, about the international tour, and your security chief leaving?”
Roy asked the question in full stern Dom mode. He straightened and crossed his arms, feet planted.
It aroused DJ, but the gravity he saw in his Master’s eyes made him more nervous. He was getting ready to deliver a truth DJ didn’t want to hear. In a flood of panic, DJ was tempted to respond with attitude and belligerence, protect himself. But ifhe did that, it might all go downhill. So he could choose another option.
Just be an adult and take the pain.
“Yeah,” he said. “I remember. I also remember rescinding it unless certain conditions were on the table.”
Roy could tell DJ was struggling against a tidal wave of emotions. He was ready for a fight, but it wasn’t what he wanted.
Seeing DJ perform that song, bring it all to life, everything Roy wanted to be to him, knowing DJ wanted all of that…well, that was a hell of a thing.
He considered all clients “his,” when he was working to protect them. But over the past few months, while Roy had done whatever was required of him in either role, Master or bodyguard, he knew he’d begun to consider DJ his, on every level. Gilda had called him on it, and now, the performance proved DJ had responded to that claim.
And was ready to commit to it.
But the insights Marjorie had shared with Roy, and what he saw in the kid, had to be addressed. You didn’t buy a house sitting on a shaky foundation. Roy wanted to strengthen that foundation, for both of them.
“When you made that offer, did you think you needed to prove it would be worth my time to stay with you, Dory? Did you think that the offer of yourself, your heart, falls short?”
The pain that went through DJ’s eyes was an old wound. Those were the ones that could get infected long after a person thought they’d healed. Especially when the stakes were high, and the heart and soul were at a turning point.
It was remarkable and heartbreaking to see his sub at a loss for words. Roy had aimed the words at that wound, and broken it open.
He gave the kid credit, though. That special heart, when you reached inside of it, only gave honesty.
“I…I guess…yeah. Up until Marjorie, I was reminded a hundred different ways that anything I wanted could be taken away. The plane brought that all back. I was scared, Roy. Scared I’d tell you how I felt, and you’d take it away. That’s why I backed off at the hospital and was a chickenshit.”
“We were in the same coop. When I came to your house, I couldn’t imagine you’d want some forty-year-old overprotective stick in the mud.”
“Crap, I didn’t think about that. You’re right. Get your wrinkled old ass out of here.”
Roy closed the distance between them and brought DJ to him, one hand around his nape, the other on the back of his skull. He put them cheek to cheek, their bodies against each other, so DJ could feel his heartbeat, the thud of it. Humor disappeared as DJ held him back, hands at his waist.
“You’re the prize, kid. I’m lucky that you want me, but you better be aware, if I want you back, you’re stuck with me. I don’t give up what’s mine. Ever.”
“Ifyou want me back…”
DJ’s breath got short, heart pounding harder. Not knowing mattered to him, and while the tension in his body said he wanted to shield himself from the blow, he wouldn’t step back. It made Roy want him more. Love him more. But then DJ put his hand up over theBe Kindbracelet Roy had worn with the T-shirt. The hand DJ used bore the bracelet Gilda had given him.
“I think you kept this and wear it because it’s a tether between hope and your soul,” DJ muttered. “If you put me on that kind of leash, Roy, I won't ever let you lose your soul. I'll sitmy ass down and camp there and hold your heart so tight no one will ever get it away from me. Not even you. I'm stubborn that way.”
Yes, he was. “That’s it. Clock’s run out,” Roy said roughly. “Youarestuck with me.”
Roy shoved him against the wall. The look in the kid’s eyes was worth savoring, but Roy couldn’t linger on it the way he wanted, because the call of that mouth was too much. He crushed it under his own, the softness giving way, tongue teasing his as DJ clung to him. Roy held him there to take his fill.
“My bet’s on forty minutes,” Roy said at last.
DJ gave him that sultry look beneath thick lashes. “If I’d put in my bet, I would have said an hour. And won.”
“You think so?” Roy’s unsmiling mouth cruised over his jaw. “Think you can lead me around by my dick?”
“No, Sir,” DJ managed as Roy opened his jeans and his strong hand pushed in to stroke and claim DJ’s cock in a hard grip. “Oh, God…I’ve missed you.”
“You were saying?”
