Page 7 of The Year of Us: April

“His name is Jason,” I said, covering Cory’s hand with my own and pushing my dick against his hand.

“Has he had you before?”

The question caught me off-guard. I understood the intent of it, but the way he asked if Jason and I had slept together was so inherently him, something in my chest tightened and curled in at the ask.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Would he have you again?” Cory turned and followed my stare.

“Yes,” I answered. “He would.”

CHAPTER 6

Cory

The atmosphereat Rapture was different from that of The Black Door. Not different bad, or different good. Just… different. The Black Door had an elite vibe to it. It was probably the fact that it was high above street level, hardly a place someone could randomly stumble upon. Unlike Rapture. An old church, repurposed for the most blasphemous reasons.

I loved everything about the space. The way they kept the integrity of the building. The stained glass. The heavy beams. They added an element of delectable blasphemy to the kink club. The energy in the building made it feel alive, like my pulse was part of its pulse.

I could have danced with Reese all night. Me pulling him onto the dance floor wasn’t what I’d expected to do, but as soon as I saw it, bathed in the light from the stained glass, I knew I had to see Reese there. Had to watch the light flicker over his face, washing him in different hues.

“Tell me about Jason.” I slid my arm around Reese, cupping the cheek of his ass in my hand.

“What do you want to know?” He licked his lips and I barely restrained the urge to kiss him.

“Tell me what you think is important for me to know.”

Reese scrunched his eyebrows together. “He’s single, but he’s always single. He’s… complicated.”

“Elaborate.”

“He’s aromantic. But he has a couple he scenes with a lot.” Reese glanced around the room. “I don’t see them here tonight.”

“So you think he’s available?”

“He might be.” He rolled his shoulders back and motioned for the stairs. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He led me to the loft and steered me through the space, giving me plenty of time to see the sights as we looked for his friend. Rapture was a place I could see myself coming back to again and again. I felt comfortable here. Completely at ease.

We found Jason was sitting on a couch with his leg bent and his ankle resting on his opposite knee. He had his arms draped over the back of the couch. “I thought I saw you down there.” His gaze slid over to me and his smile widened. “Who’s your friend?”

Reese and I sat next to each other on the couch opposite to him. Jason was a nice-looking man. He was dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans that were just shy of being painted on, and an equally tight black shirt.

“Jason, this is Cory. He’s visiting and wanted to see the sights.”

Jason’s smile turned wolfish. “Did he? What else did he want to see?”

“I want to watch Reese in action.” With every minute that passed, I was keenly aware that it brought me closer to my return flight. Simply put, I didn’t have time to be indirect. But Jason didn’t seem fazed by it.

“Perfect.” He dropped his foot to the floor and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m game if you two are.”

“Barclay and Val aren’t here?” Reese asked, referring—I assumed—to the couple he mentioned earlier.

“Would it matter if they were?” Jason asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I suppose not.” Reese’s leg shifted and his knee pressed against mine. I dropped my hand down onto his knee and gave it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

“Limits?” I asked the now familiar question.