Page 91 of A is for Aftercare

“Are you ready?” Hamish asks as he wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls my back against his chest.

“For the party?”

He nods against my head.

“Yes.”

The first kink party was great—I hooked up with Hamish!—but this one promises to be even better. I’m going as Hamish’s sub. He won’t be looking at anyone else. He won’t be playing with anyone but me. I want his friends and acquaintances to see us together. I want them to see him make me come undone.

Everything’s ready. The caterers have been and gone, and the regular bouncers have arrived. The wristbands, coloured tags, condoms, and lube are all out and ready to be used. All we need are for Hamish’s guests to arrive. Unlike everyone else, we don’t need to worry about starting the evening in normal clothing. Hamish is wearing his leather kilt, and I’m wearing my harness and a black jockstrap. Hamish takes one of the leashes off his kilt and clips it onto the D-ring on the front of my harness. I smile, dip my chin, and lower my gaze, showing him I’m happy to be his.

We go upstairs and cuddle up on a sofa in the first room. We have our wristbands on, with two tags each. Mine are blue and yellow; Hamish’s are red and yellow. We’ve already agreed that we won’t be having sex at the party. Although we also agreed that we can both change our minds if we want to.

Hamish says hi to the guests as they begin to arrive and introduces me to them. We talk, but as more guests arrive, men start peeling off into the three playrooms. Blake, Calvin, and Gabe turn up about forty minutes after the party has officially started. Like everyone else, they're fully clothed. Blake's wearing a light covering of make-up—foundation, a touch of blusher, mascara, and a sparkly black eyeliner that makes his hazel eyes stand out.

“You’ve brought ropes,” Hamish observes, nodding to the bag slung over Gabe’s shoulder.

“I thought I’d put on a display if you don’t mind,” Gabe replies.

“Not at all. I love seeing your artwork.” Hamish turns to me. “Have you seen any of the photos of Gabe’s shibari?”

"No, I haven't." I look pointedly at Blake. I know full well that he met Gabe after doing a photo shoot with Cal. He had passed Blake's business card onto Gabe because he was looking for shibari models.

Blake shrugs and smiles. Why didn't he show Corey and me the photos? It wouldn't be the first time we'd seen sexy photos of our brother. He models a lot of underwear.

"I'll make sure you see the result tonight," Hamish says.

“Why don’t you go and get ready, baby boy,” Gabe says, nodding towards the toilets where there are lockers before kissing Blake’s cheek.

Blake nods, grins at me, and then slips away. Calvin and Gabe watch him go, and I can see the adoration in their eyes. Then they close the gap created by Blake's absence and loop their arms around each other's waists.

“How’s the writing going?” Calvin asks. He glances at me.

“He knows,” Hamish says.

“About Lee?”

Hamish nods.

“Now that’s love,” Calvin says, chuckling.

I know he’s joking, but as he says it, Hamish runs his fingers over my ribs and presses a kiss to my neck just below my ear. They’re simple gestures, but they radiate love. I cuddle up to him.

“Lee Lawson was one of my favourite authors,” I say. “Now he’s my number one.”

“I bet he is,” Calvin says with a wink. “When can we expect a new Lee Lawson book?”

“Soon,” Hamish promises. “Very soon.”

My cheeks blaze red as I realise it’s clear to everyone that I’ve been instrumental in that.

“Don’t tell Hamish, but I never readhisbooks. Only Lee’s,” Calvin says to me.

“I’m right here, you fool,” Hamish mutters.

“And there was I thinking you were too wrapped up in Archie to listen to a word I’m saying.”

Hamish rolls his eyes.