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CHAPTER 5

Reese

The day passed in a blur of mouths and hands and lazy hours spent sprawled across Cory’s unmade hotel bed. The thread count exceeded anything I’d ever owned and the never-ending hot water in the shower was a luxury I didn’t think I would ever tire of.

I’d taken the night off work because Cory’s ask from the month before was a threat that hadn’t managed to go away.

“I don’t want you to do it if you’re not comfortable with it,” he said, kissing the words into the back of my neck.

It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable with the idea of dominating another man in front of the man who more often than not dominated me. Instead, it had more to do with the incessant thought that Cory was the only man I wanted to be with. We hadn’t talked about exclusivity or monogamy, and I wasn’t about to bring it up and risk souring things when our time together was already so limited. Maybe the “what are we?” conversation could wait until there was a country between us.

“I’m not uncomfortable.” I turned so we were chest to chest, licking my lips as he slid his hands over my stomach and around my waist.

“You look so gorgeous like this,” he murmured, lifting onto his toes and pressing our lips together. The kiss was practically chaste, all things considered.

“It’s nothing special.”

Cory hummed, fingers trailing up my ribs until they dusted across the thin leather harness I’d put on over top my black button up. Maybe I’d been presumptuous packing a bag the night before, not knowing where we’d end up, but Morgan always said it was better safe than sorry.

For his part, Cory looked good enough to eat, dressed in a pair of tight dark jeans and an even tighter black shirt. Even in casual clothes, he looked more put together than I ever had, and the idea of kneeling for him had never felt easier. Cory commanded submission with every breath he took, and demanding mine was no exception.

Asshole.

“So you say,” he whispered against my mouth. “Are you ready?”

He called a car on his phone, insisting neither of us bother with driving. The way he was so flippant with his money reminded me how far apart our lives were, but I didn’t say anything about it. Not everyone was a starving bartender.

The drive to Rapture was slow, and more than enough time for my curious fingers to draw a constellation of stars and shapes across the inside of Cory’s slender thigh. He was half-hard and breathing heavy by the time we pulled up in front of the former church, and as we stepped up to the door, his excitement was palpable.

“What’s your place in New York like?” I asked, while I gave my name to the host and Cory offered up his information for a guest pass.

“Less blasphemous,” he said. “A nondescript-looking building with expensive drinks and lots of glass.”

“Good whiskey, then?”

“The best.” Cory pinched my waist, and then we were inside.

Rapture was built off the bones of an abandoned church, with original floors and towering stained glass windows that cast colorful reflections down onto the otherwise darkly lit dance floor. There was a bar against the back wall and a private loft space upstairs with more intimate spaces for talking…and other things. It was the loft where I spent most of my time when I came out. Dancing wasn’t my scene, but before I could tell him as much, Cory had pulled me onto the dance floor and slid his hands around my waist.

He danced the way he fucked, his erection pressing hard and hot against my thigh as he gyrated against me to the beat of whatever club song the DJ had started to play. His hands roamed across my back and down lower toward my ass. He grabbed generous handfuls, hauling me closer and dropping a series of kisses against the front of my shoulder.

“I have a confession,” he said, licking my neck just above my collar.

“Hmn?”

“I would go back to condoms if it meant I could watch you fuck another man tonight.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking bold.”

“I won’t apologize for it,” he said, eyes defiant.

“I wouldn’t ask it.”

No sooner had I finished the thought had he slanted our mouths together, kissing the comment and my shock straight out of my mind. Another song started, faster with a loud drum beat, and I reluctantly broke away for a much-needed breath. I was already close to a dangerous cliff of pleasure, the promise of a night out with Cory possibly too much for me to manage.

I still hadn’t figured out what it was about him that checked so many of my boxes. He was far from the first man who asked me to fuck someone else in front of him, far from the first who had gotten onto his back for me and spread his legs and held them there.

But there was something undeniably special about him. Something I’d spent the past four months doing my best to ignore.

A flash of dark hair heading up the stairs, a little too long for most but just perfect for the man it was attached to, caught my attention and I glanced over Cory’s shoulders at the back of the familiar figure heading up to the loft.

“See something you like, Reese?” Cory asked, grazing his palm over my aching cock.

“I saw someone I know.”

“Who?”

“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.”