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In my mind it’s Susa, not the woman on the video. And it’s me rubbing her feet and performing the different poses per her orders, basking in the sweet smile she’s wearing, absorbing her praise like she’s the sun and I’m a plant desperate for its true shine and heat after years spent in a greenhouse under grow-lights.

That video ends too damn fast, but he calls up another one. This is two guys, one dressed in jeans and a tight black T-shirt. The other guy wears a jock, leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and a collar. Except he’s bent over a bench and hooked to it with clips. The man on top starts spanking him with a paddle, and now I’m…gone.

I want it all—all of that.

Carter’s voice pierces through the haze. “I bet you’d be a good boy for me, wouldn’t you?” It’s the same tone of voice he used on me that night at Mom’s, when we returned to the car and he told me to stop outside the gate.

“Yes, sir.”

He strokes my hair. “I could teach you positions. Let you serve me. Teach Susa how to be a good Domme for you. Would you like that?”

I nod, my gaze fixed on the screen. The Top has laid the paddle across the other guy’s back, walks around to his head, unzips, and starts face-fucking him. “Yes, sir.”

Carter’s hand grips my hair firmly, his voice rasping in my ear. “Then show me how much you’d like it,boy.Comefor me.Now.”

I do. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, like my balls are going to turn themselves inside out.

Sweet oblivion quickly takes me under.

Chapter Nineteen

I wake up the next morning in bed beside Carter.

Okay, that’s not exactly…accurate.

I wake up drapedoverCarter, with my head on his chest. He’s already awake. He’s got one arm hooked around my shoulders, and is scrolling through e-mails on his phone with his free hand.

I also feel like an elephant stampeded through my brain and that pain is more than enough to drive away any feelings of mortification I might have about the position I find myself in when I awaken.

Although I’m not exactly complaining about the way it felt to discover that I was snuggled against someone, before my brain engaged and I realized who that someone was. Unfortunately, with my head throbbing, I’m also not exactly in the best frame of mind to unpack and examine any of that right now.

I slowly sit up, groaning as I do. “What the hell?”

“Welcome to adulthood,” Carter says, sounding all too amused. “Hangovers 101.”

“Duuuude. This isnotfun.”

“No, the fun part was last night. Especially after we got back here.”

Some mental images flash through my head, and I groan again.

Holy.

Shit.

Never in my life have I ever wanted anyone to find out about my fantasies.

Especially Susa. It’s bad enough this happened in her bed. At least she wasn’t here last night.

I also hope I haven’t borked my friendship with Carter beyond repair. “Look, I’m really sorry for whatever I did.”

“Why? I’m not sorry. You had honest fun for the first time in your life. Dude, I was in the military. You think I’ve never seen guys jerk off before? Or wasn’t one of them? Or getting drunk? Or jerking off after getting drunk? Last night was nothing, buddy. We’re good.” He smiles. “But I do want to talk today.”

My stomach feels scrambled, and not only because of my hangover. “Talk?”

“Yeah. I suspect you’re feeling pretty miserable inside for some reasons that you don’t need to be. Since Susa’s not here, let’s talk. Okay? Between us. I have some valuable real-world experience that tracks pretty closely to what we, eh, discussed last night.”

I’m not sure I remember everything we discussed last night. There are snippets in my brain, but some of it’s…fuzzy. “I think I need coffee first.” I look down at my stomach. “I’m not…” I swallow hard. Unless I imagined things last night, Carter must have cleaned me up.