Page 8 of The Year of Us: August

“Maybe,” he agreed, licking his lips. “Before I haul you up to get dressed, I have a proposition.”

“Tell me.”

He slid a hand between my cheeks and pressed his fingertips against my hole. “Do you remember that time you wore the plug for me?”

“I don’t think I could forget.”

“I got a new one for you,” he said, mouth lifting into a dangerous smile…one I hadn’t seen on him in a very long time. It was the look he had when he knew he was about to push my boundaries but also knew that even though I’d fight him on it, I’d like it.

But we’d talked earlier, and I’d agreed not to fight. Hadn’t I? At least I implied that I wouldn’t do it. That I would trust him to lead in the ways that came so fucking easily to him.

“Oh?”

“Do you want to see it?”

Before I could answer, he was off the bed, and I wondered why he’d phrased it as a question and not a statement. Let me show you. It was the careful difference in delivery that made his dominance so irresistible, I realized. Cory made everything feel like a team effort, even though he was always going to be the one calling the shots. He had been all along, even if I hadn’t understood at the beginning of the year. I saw it all clearly now.

He was back as soon as I wrapped up the thought, however uncomfortable it might have made me, a glittery pink plug in his hand. I moved into a seated position and he dropped the toy into my palm for my inspection. There was a silver bullet encased in the silicone, and it matched the glint in Cory’s eye when I glanced up at him.

“You can’t be serious,” I drawled.

He raised his other hand, showing me an app on the screen of his phone. The interface looked basic enough, and he pressed his thumb to the button shaped like a green up-arrow. The plug vibrated to life in my palm, the silicone dampening the sound of the buzzing to nothing. Whatever could be heard…my body would undoubtedly muffle the rest.

“The only thing I’m more serious about is you.” Cory turned the vibration up another two clicks and the plug threatened to vibrate right out of my hand. I curled my fingers closed around it, the toy going silent.

I shivered at the fierceness of it.

“I’ll come in my pants in front of my best friend and the general public if you put that thing inside of me and make me go out.”

“I hope you do,” he said simply, ending the vibration and dropping his phone onto the sheets. “Because if that happens, I’m going to take you over my knee when we get home tonight and make sure you’re well and properly punished for wasting cum that should have ended up inside of me.”

CHAPTER 7

Cory

“Comfortable?”I asked Reese as he shifted in his seat. He flashed me a dark look, but he couldn’t hide the twinkle of arousal in his eyes. At home, I’d slicked up the plug and toyed with him a bit as I inserted it. Fucking it in and out of his hole until I was sure he was good and worked up again. And then I’d told him to get dressed so we could meet Morgan for dinner.

“I’m fine,” Reese told me, flicking his gaze around before leaning in. “This is evil. You know that, right?”

Reaching across the table, I put my hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You suffer so beautifully for me.”

“Whatever that means, I absolutely don’t want to know.” Morgan said as she arrived, bending down to drop a kiss on Reese’s cheek.

He turned to her and pretended to scowl. “So, I hear you’ve been in league with my boyfriend. Running errands behind my back.”

The strap of Morgan’s bra slid down her arm and she adjusted it, slipping it back up to her shoulder. “Oh please. Don’t act all butt hurt, Reese. You know you love me. Did you love the place? I’ll need a proper tour once you’re more settled in.”

“The house suits him,” Reese said. “It reminds me of his apartment in New York.”

“I bet the house has a nicer view.” Morgan turned her attention to the server who arrived to take our orders. “I’ll have a glass of merlot, please.”

“Whiskey for me, and a merlot for my boyfriend,” I said, slipping my cell phone out of my pocket. I opened the app and turned the dial up to one. Glancing up at Reese, I saw him startle, then shoot me a look.

The server didn’t notice, and I wasn’t sure if Morgan did or not. We’d arranged a signal for Reese to use if it became too much and he needed me to stop. Reese slowly exhaled, but turned his attention back to Morgan, who had launched into a story of some kerfuffle she had witnessed at the mall earlier in the week.

Watching the two of them interact made me happy in a way I couldn’t describe. This was my life now. Dinners out with my boyfriend and his best friend. My watch on his wrist like a mark of ownership and a plug seated up his ass because it pleased him to make me happy.

Never in a million years had I anticipated how much my life could change in such a short amount of time. It all felt so right, though. Like it was meant to be. I’d fallen in love with Reese as effortlessly as breathing.