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416 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 12, 2021
“This is Tank. He’s well-trained and won’t make a fuss.” I tell the room. I notice the baby now occupies a cot between the two dads.
“Thank you for inviting us to dinner.”
“You didn’t have other plans, did you?” Gentry asks, eyeing my tie. I shake my head as they pass a pan of lasagna to me.
“Not anything pressing,” I sort of lie. Forrest cocks his head to the side.
“What did you have planned?” I’m not sure how to answer that. I don’t want to put myself or Gentry on the spot, the guy seems like the nervous sort, so I just shrug.
“Sometimes Tank and I just have a nice night out.”
“That sounds fun,” Gentry comments. “What do you do on nights out?”
“Oh, usually we hit a take-away place then the dog park. We’ve walked the pond a few times, but only during the good weather. Sidewalks can be hell on his paws.”
“Aww. Poor puppy.” Gentry gives Tank a sympathetic frown. “He looks exactly like a dog I met yesterday. He’s really well-trained. Did you use a trainer?”
I shook my head. “Nah, I spent several intensive weeks with him when I got him. My brother came down and worked the store for me so I could spend the time with Tank. He’s a smart dog, and we keep up with his obedience work every day.”
“You must be an excellent trainer,” Forrest comments then, but I’m looking at Gentry, and he just flushed bright red. He looks down at his plate and moves his food around without taking a bite. I can’t imagine what I said that garnered this reaction, but something inside me sits up and pays attention. Now I want to know what he’s hiding.
“I’m committed to Tank and his best life, which includes his obedience training,” I respond to Forrest’s observation, but I’m talking to Gentry.
He squeaks before jumping up. “I need a moment,” he announces and quickly walks away down the hall where I hear a door slam against a wall.
I watch him go, confused. “Did I do something?”
“Gentry is a lifestyle submissive, and you just described the life he wants more than anything,” Forrest replies as Blake clicks his tongue.
“Shouldn’t have said that, babe,” Blake chastises gently.
“I apologize,” Forrest offers plaintively.
“Is he gay?” I ask intrigued.
“Gentry is attracted to dominants, regardless of gender identity,” Forrest responds.
“That makes sense.” I consider the possibility that maybe what I’m attracted to is the submissive, not necessarily the man. Still, I came here to see if he might want to go out with me; I’m not leaving now that I know he’s not in a relationship— Wait.
“Is he your sub?” I ask Blake, because clearly Forrest takes his cues from his husband. Blake doesn’t even blink at the question.
“No. He’s our manny and friend.” I nod, relieved.
I do have some news that’s going to crack your ass up,” I tell him, putting my phone on speaker to scroll through some of the pictures I’ve exchanged with Gentry since Saturday.
“I could use a good laugh,” he rumbles.
“I asked a guy out. He hasn’t agreed to date me yet, but we’ve been texting and talking on the phone for a few days.”
Salem barks out a laugh. “Finally found a dude that hits your buttons right, eh?”
“I’m sending you a pic. He’s adorable, man. Not just in his appearance, and he is cute, but he’s fun to talk to too.”
I pick a selfie Gentry sent me yesterday. It’s just him, smiling at the camera as he sits outside with an iced frappuccino from one of the local artisan coffee shops. The text says, “Caffeine acquired.”
Salem falls silent as the photo is sent and delivered to his phone, then he whistles. “Damn, bro. He’s a hot little thing, isn’t he? And he likes your ugly mug?” I snort at him.
“Looked in the mirror recently?”
“I keep our face clean and shaved. You’re the twin with the beard for days. Is gay bear his type?”
“No, actually. He’s attracted to Dominants; gender and looks don’t matter in the grand scheme of his sexuality. He’s a lifestyle submissive, and I’ve been doing a lot of reading up on that to catch up just in case he wants to give me a shot.” Gentry and I haven’t talked about that yet, but since Forrest gave me a heads up, I’ve taken it upon myself to read and research BDSM as more than a passing curiosity.
Salem groans. “How did you find the perfect guy? I’ve been looking for a Gentry for years. I’d have quit my job and moved anywhere in the world to find a guy as sexy as yours with a submissive personality. Fucking struggling not to get jealous right now.”
Surprise runs through me. “I didn’t know you were into BDSM.”
“It’s kind of private, and I didn’t think you would understand. And I don’t actually get to play very often. My single serving boyfriends don’t really meet the criteria for a real D/s relationship. I use them to keep me company on my trips; expecting them to cater to my kinks is a bit of a longer conversation than picking up the tab on a trip overseas, you know?”
Salem can sometimes find the company of young, unattached, arm candy to accompany him on his exploration of the world, but he doesn’t keep his “sugar babies” around longer than the length of the trip he takes them on.
“I am learning that. If you have any resources you think I need to read, send me links. I want to do right by Gentry if he agrees to date me.”
“Sure. I got you. I’ll send you some links to books and blogs and a list sheet you should work through, and if Gentry agrees to date you, you’ll have him fill it out for you too. If you need advice or help, let me know. I’m here for you. Jealous of your boy, but happy for you too and hoping for the best for you.”
A smile slowly spreads across my lips. “Thanks, man. Love you.”
“I love you too. Keep me updated about how things are going with Gentry….”