CHAPTER SIX

Jeo

 

“I know what you did,” Tony said, shooting me an accusatory look.

“And what was that?”

He’d invited me to meet for lunch again. This time he obviously had an agenda.

“Nick hasn’t been able to sit for days.”

I swallowed, throat suddenly dry, and looked down at my sandwich. “What has that got to do with me?” I tried.

Tony dumped the contents of the salt dispenser into my iced tea.

“Dammit, T! I’d only had one sip of that.” I slid my water glass out of his reach.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I sighed. “It just happened.”

“What, you were in the back of The Banana, tripped, and your cock fell into Nick’s ass?”

I huffed. “It was mutual. It wasn’t like I forced myself on him or something. I had no intention of fucking him. He asked me to.”

“Don’t you think that weapon you carry should be used with a certain amount of caution? Restraint, even? Fuck, Jeo, life’s not a porn video!”

I knew screwing Nick Chambers would undoubtedly come back to bite me in the ass. I wish I could blame it on booze, but I’d only had one drink. Seeing him dancing in his cute pleated skirt and heels had made me crazy. Nick rode a fine line between the sexes most days, something I found incredibly hot. Hell, with those gorgeous blue eyes, inky black hair, long legs, and round, high ass, he’d look good wearing a polyester mu-mu.

And maybe I was an ass, because hearing Tony say Nick had been feeling me for days had made me brick hard. Still, hadn’t Tony wanted me to get with Nick? Maybe he hadn’t said it in so many words, but I was sure he’d been thinking it.

I opened my mouth to say as much, but Tony cut me off.

“I thought you should date him, not fuck him in the back of a club and then leave.”

“Is that how he described it?”

“Not the leaving part, but I knew that; I was there, remember?”

“Come on, stop being so judgmental.” I threw down my sandwich and leaned back in the booth. I did feel a little guilty about leaving so fast, but the whole experience had gotten to me. I hadn’t expected that.

Tony gave me a hard glare. “I don’t want you to hurt him. He’s my friend.”

“How exactly would I do that? Nick thinks I’m a giant fuck up. He’s flirted with me from day one. He wanted my big dick and got it. End of story.”

The look Tony gave me could freeze beer, but he let the subject drop. I knew him. He was all about his friends; it was one of the things I loved about him. So, I wasn’t really surprised or insulted he’d confronted me. I was sure Nick had gotten a similar lecture. It was the lingering feeling that once with Nick was not going to be enough that was bothering me.

For the rest of the day while I worked at Rainbow House, and later upstairs in my bed, I thought about Nick and how I’d impulsively called him boy when I’d told him to come. And he had come, all right. Like a fire hose.

He wanted a Daddy. While acting in the porn scene with Seb, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nick, and it had made the whole thing so easy.

When Nick and I had danced, I’d been a goner. He’d led me to the back and taken my cock—no mean feat—like a champ. But instead of throwing water on the fire, the experience had stoked it, and I couldn’t stop wondering. Being a Daddy in the bedroom wasn’t half as kinky as some of the things I’d done in the past. It turned me on. He turned me on. When I’d stopped sleeping around, it had called a halt to my sex life. Because I didn’t do relationships. Could I start something monogamously with Nick that we could both enjoy while it lasted? Could I be the Daddy Nick needed? Not forever, of course, but for a while?

I knew the Daddy/boy relationship was different for different people. Nick must have something within him that made him want to submit to an authority figure, at least in the bedroom. I was on board with that. I’d always been the dominant in bed, and although I’d only ever been called Daddy in the heat of sex, I was inexplicably interested in doing it with Nick as much as possible.

Out of the bedroom, taking on the role of caregiver wasn’t foreign to me. I’d watched over my younger brothers back in Brazil, and I’d always looked after my club brothers, just like they looked after me. I’d made a place for myself at Rainbow House as a counselor and now house father. But I wasn’t looking for permanence in a relationship, and I wasn’t fool enough to think I was the type of Daddy Nick would ever want to keep for long—not after Royce and his lavish gifts. Rough around the edges, lower middle class, ex-porn star Jeovanni Mendoza was nowhere close to what the little diva was accustomed to. But we could have a good fling, couldn’t we? That night at The Banana, we’d proved we were physically good together. Hell, we were out-of-the- fucking-stratosphere good together.

But…I wanted him. I could at least see how Nick felt about it.

I kept thinking about it, and a few hours later, while sitting outside smoking a cigarette, I called Tony.

“Hey, Jeo. What’s up?”

“I have a quick question. Does Cane belong to that fancy gay club?”

“Lux? Yeah, we both got a membership. Better to shmooze with other businessmen. Why?”

“I’ve heard they have a kink room on the upper floor.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“You think you can get me in as a guest?”

“Jeo. What are you up to?” Tony sounded suspicious.

“What, you’re surprised I’m interested in kink?”

Tony laughed. “Uh, no. But you’ve never professed an interest in going to a place like Lux.”

My gut coiled. “You think I’m not good enough to go there?”

“Jeo, what the hell? Of course I don’t think that. You always said guys who go there have sticks up their asses. What is it with you lately? Tell me you know I’d never think that.”

I squirmed on the bench I was sitting on and stubbed out my cigarette even though I’d barely smoked half of it. I needed to quit the filthy habit. “Sorry, T. I know.”

“All right, then. Sure, I can get you in as a guest. When do you want to go?”

“Let me do a little research and I’ll let you know. Thanks, man.”

Just asking Nick out for a date wouldn’t work. I had to show him I could be what he wanted. I’d seen a lot of kink in my life, and that included Daddy/boy relationships, but if I really wanted to be what Nick needed, I was going to have to get on the internet and read as much on the subject as I could.

****

Lux was definitely high-brow, all leather and steel and men wearing Armani. I stuck my nose in the air and let my Portuguese accent take over as I made small talk with patrons over a bourbon, lying about being a businessman from Brazil visiting the area. I spent a long time watching people but soon found the place similar to any other kink gathering, just fancier. For the hell of it, I headed for a back room where several BDSM scenes were going on. I already knew whips and chains weren’t my thing, but voyeurism was. Leo Roman, one of the owners and the man who ran the kink floor, breezed through the room after the first scene ended and stopped to introduce himself to me.

“Cane has spoken highly of you,” he said.

Cane and I hadn’t gotten along until he’d proved himself good enough for Tony, but club family stuck together, so his putting in a good word for me didn’t surprise me.

“You have a very nice establishment,” I said.

“You interested in anything in particular?” With wavy blond hair tamed by product, and sharp, green eyes that gazed at me from beneath long lashes, Leo Roman was hot. He appeared almost lazily at ease, but I got the feeling that underneath, he was shrewd and likely kinky as fuck. A year ago, I would have been all over the interested look he graced me with, but right then I felt nothing other than flattered.

“I’m a bit of a…Daddy,” I said, the word feeling surprisingly right on my tongue.

The interest left Leo’s eyes, telling me he was also a dominant.

“Well, then, you are in the wrong part of the building, my friend.”

I frowned. “I thought this was the kink floor.”

“It is, but the softer kinks—such as Daddy/boy—are on the other side of the atrium.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I’m afraid tonight isn’t a busy night, but if you really want to get a feel for it, we have an event coming up next Saturday where there will be plenty of boys to choose from.”

“Can I attend without being a member?” I asked.

“Are you considering joining Lux?”

“Yes,” I lied.

“Then I invite you to come and try it out.” He handed me a card. “That will get you in. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m participating in a scene coming up shortly and must prepare.” He strode away.

I pocketed the card and continued drinking and watching.

Leo reappeared a quarter of an hour later wearing only a tight pair of black leather pants and a pair of boots. He began strapping a lithe young man to a St. Andrew’s Cross.

When the flogging began, Roman moved like a tiger, each strike calculated and precise. The sub tensed with each flick of the whip but was otherwise quiet. I watched until the scene ended, the sub coming untouched. Finishing my drink, I headed for the other end of the kink floor.

As luck would have it, or not so much, Nicks’ ex was the first person I laid eyes on when I entered the room.

“Jeo. What are you doing here?” Royce stood from where he’d been talking to another man at one of the arranged sitting areas.

“I’m Tony’s guest and thought I’d check things out up here. You?”

“I’m a member.” I knew that, of course. I was just a little disconcerted to see him.

“I hear you and Nick split,” I said. “I hope I didn’t play any part in that.”

He gave me a funny look. “What part in it would you play? I had to face up to the fact I was never quite what Nicky needed. Que sera sera and all that.” He took a sip of his drink, eyes roving over the small crowd.

I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. “And what was it he needed, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Royce answered, and when someone caught his attention across the room, he excused himself, heading for a young man by the bar who watched Royce coyly from underneath tussled blond hair.

I left the club, Royce’s words ringing in my ears.

“Hell if I know.”

Interesting.