Page 162 of Stabby Little

My feet move quickly down the hall as I walk to my private room. I pass boys in masks heading to the main room for another shibari demonstration. The sound of shocked laughter reaches my ears which lets me know the main room is packed. I pass boys in leather guiding Daddies down the hallway on leashes. I pass the Daddy who tried to get me to drink milk out of a bowl. He pushes another naked boy dressed in cat whiskers down the hallway who purrs at me as he passes. It takes everything in me not to chuckle to myself. I'm glad this Daddy finally found a boy, but damn. I thank my lucky stars I didn't need to be with him.

When I reach my private room, I wrap my fingers around the door handle, then slide it open.

This is where Grant said he'd wait for me. I told him to tell Valentin to kick my mystery man out if he was in here, because I have no use for him anymore. It's harsh but it's true. Now that Grant's in my life—and he all but agreed to let me come on to him whenever I pleased—I don't want to see my mystery man ever again. Grant's the dream guy I've desired for years, my alpha, omega, and everything in between. Even though my mystery man and I have sexual chemistry, I'm throwing my lot in with Grant.

I step into the room… but furrow my brow when I see him.

Not Grant.

Not the love of my life.

My mystery man sits in the seat, a black mask resting on his face. It's the same one he's worn every time we've hooked up. His Dad bod glows in the lava lamp light, which is purple again tonight. His familiar black briefs squeeze his waist, showing me his sizable bulge. His cock is already hard, protruding from his briefs and emitting a tiny droplet of pre-cum which I see in the purple light. He licks his lips when he sees me.

But that's not the craziest part. A bed of roses sits to his right, with petals falling on the floor. A bottle of expensive champagne in a silver ice bucket lies on the table next to the bed, with two champagne flutes chilled and ready to go. A tray of delicious cheeses, berries, candied nuts, and meats waits at the foot of the bed, sending a whiff of delicious smells to my nose.

I take a step back. "You… need to leave. I'm expecting someone else."

I don't want to sound like an asshole, but Grant promised to meet me in this room. He was supposed to clear this with Valentin. I only want him to set up this romantic night for me, to sprinkle the rose petals on the bed, to provide the charcuterie board we can feed each other as we kiss. If he wasn't in my life, I'd eventually give into my mystery man's advances, but that's not what I want right now. At this moment, my mystery man needs to leave. If Grant sees him seducing me, any hopes of a relationship with him will disappear.

My mystery man stands up and walks toward me. He heaves me into his arms, then kicks the door shut and takes me to the bed.

He lets out a growl as he lays me on the roses, then slams his lips on mine. His hard bulge spears me between my legs through his briefs, pressing against my asshole, twitching and throbbing as he nibbles my lower lip.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world." He drags his lips to my neck, ear, then sinks his teeth into my cheek. "If anyone saw me doing this, they'd call me a sick fucking freak. A monster. They'd lock me in an insane asylum and never let me leave."

I gasp as he swirls his tongue around my cheek, then kisses his way to my lips. "Get off me." I push his face away, then roll onto my side. "I already said I'm expecting someone else. You need to leave."

My mystery man draws back as a smirk plays at his lips. He cocks his head, then presses his palm into my tummy. "You really don't know who I am?"

I stare at his face, his features chiseled and hard in the purple darkness. Truth be told, thereissomething familiar about him, something I can't put my finger on. But I've been with so many men over the years that I figured he was someone I'd met in the warehouse. Someone who only visited once or twice, but with whom I established a connection, albeit a fleeting one.

I grit my teeth. "Listen, asshole. If you don't get out of here, I'm pressing my special button and Valentin will escort you out. You'll be banned from every kink club in the city."

My mystery man dips down and snares my lips in a kiss. As he cups the back of my head, he tears his mask off and stares into my eyes.

"Now do you recognize me?"

I peer into his irises, dark with specks of gold. They're the exact same eyes I looked into while eating buttermilk pancakes. The same eyes I gazed into while he read meGoodnight Moonon his sofa in Miles's fluffy pink onesie. The same eyes that locked on mine as he cut my zip ties and freed me from my captivity.

I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Grant?"

Grant tugs my mask up and smiles at me. "Just double checking. I'd hate to mix up the only two boys I've ever known who have the exact same birthmark in the same location on their body."

Oh… my God. I can't believe it. Lifting my hands, I drive my fingers into Grant's shoulders and squeeze him as hard as I can. They're the exact same shoulders I hugged on Constantine's sofa after he rescued me, the same ones I wiped my eyes on.

I touch his belly, his beautiful Dad bod, and run my hand over the pooch that I snuggled up against when he read me children's stories. I touch his lips, poking the top, then the bottom, the same lips I've dreamt about for so long, the ones that I somehow kissed in this very room without realizing they belonged to Grant. The lips that kissed my forehead so tenderly in Constantine's apartment.

A laugh of relief escapes me, one that tumbles free from my lips and leaves me shaking.

"It's really you." I feel like an idiot for letting my emotions hijack my control panel, but I can't control it. "How did you know it was me?"

"Let's just say I had my suspicions after I stared into your pretty blue eyes when you showed up on my doorstep." Grant smirks as he dips down and grips my wrist, then kisses my index finger that was just touching his lips. "I thought,Hey, those eyes look exactly like the boy in the mask's who I meet up with at the Little Bunny Club.I also had my suspicions when I realized you were the exact same height as my mystery boy kitty. Not many boys are as short, yet as strong-willed, as you. And when I learned you stole Kobe's ID, who was also your height and looked like you with a wig and wire-rimmed glasses, that all but confirmed it."

"But I lowered my voice when we hooked up." I fight back the revelation swirling through me. "I took every step I could to conceal my identity. You couldn't have figured out who I was."

Grant brings his finger to my lips. "We can discuss this later, perfect one."

It's theperfect onethat falls from Grant's lips, guttural and raspy, full of longing and need, that allows a rose to blossom in my heart. I cup his cheeks, those same, strong cheeks that I grasped in my dreams in the warehouse, and lift my lips to his.

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