Heading down the side alley, I plastered my side to the brick wall and let the empty night air carry Jesse’s voice to me. I eagerly listened, alert and at the ready.
“You’ll never believe what happened to me today.” His voice was slightly higher than when we’d talked in person, as though he was excited to relay his news, and oh, what exciting news he had.
Whoever he was talking to must’ve said something particularly funny, because again he laughed, and this time, I couldn’t resist the urge to palm the swelling cock inside my black jeans.
“No, Brayden. It’s got nothing to do with discovering ancient fossils, I promise. Although that would be unbelievable. Can you imagine?” He chuckled again, and this time when he sobered, he said exactly what I was waiting to hear. “I met Salvatore Wolfe.” And if my dick had been hardening before, hearing my name rolling off that sweet tongue made it stiff as an iron rod. The little lamb was in a world of trouble. The problem was, there was no one around to tell him so.
“What do you mean you met him?” Brayden asked.
“It’s a long story, but basically Pretty Baby died this morning, and I was in the middle of trying to kick her back to life when he pulled up beside me and asked if I needed help. And he was in an Aston Martin.” I couldn’t resist throwing in that last bit, because I knew Brayden would go nuts for it. While he came from money, his parents had sprung for a more responsible, but still fun Jeep—not something he’d go racing down the freeway.
“No fucking way,” Brayden said, as I cranked up one of the washers and emptied the rest of my laundry bag of clothes into the one beside it. “What was a guy like Salvatore Wolfe doing in your neighborhood? Feeding the poor?”
I rolled my eyes. “He stopped to help me, so I’m sure that wouldn’t be out of the question. He seems like a really decent guy.” And freakin’ hot.
“We’re talking about the same guy, right? Like, the one who owns the Wolfe’s Den? You know, that place you got thrown out of the other night?”
Oh. I’d almost forgotten about that. “Well, it’s not like he was the one to kick me out.”
Brayden laughed. “Yeah, okay. So, you’re telling me the owner of a sex club stopped out of the goodness of his heart to help you fix that pile of garbage you call a car?”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
“You are so full of shit.”
I dropped the lid on the washer, cranked it up, and then hopped on top of it. “I’m not. And if you’re finished, I haven’t told you the best part yet.”
“He gave you his car as a loaner?”
“I have a date.”
“With who?”
I threw my hands up. “Who do you think?”
There was a long silence, and then Brayden said, “You’re joking.”
“I’m not. We’re going for coffee on Friday.”
“What…the…fuck.”
I smiled that I had my best friend nearly at a loss for words for once, but then a thought crossed my mind. “Uh, hold on. He is…gay…right?” A burst of laughter came through the other end of the phone, and my smile dropped. “I didn’t read things wrong, did I? He asked me for coffee, but he meant it like a date, not a… Oh no. I’m an idiot.”
When Brayden’s chuckles died down, he said, “I don’t think most guys ask another out for coffee if there’s not something else they want out of the deal. And don’t worry, the Wolfe is most definitely gay.”
“Oh, thank God. I would’ve felt like such an idiot.” I swung my legs back and forth and stared at the laces of my beat-up Converse. “Wait, did you call him the Wolfe?”
“That’s how he’s known at the club. You know, leader of the pack. Alpha male to the extreme. But Jesse…there’s something you need to know about that guy.”
“What’s that?”
“He’s a dominant.”
“A dominant? What does that mean?”
“Like a person who gets off on someone else submitting to them.”
“Are these some kind of crazy club-sex terms, or do you mean submitting or dominating in general?”
“I guess it could be both—I mean, I don’t know the guy, but it’s definitely a sexual preference. Hell, he’s known as the Wolfe, for fuck’s sake. I doubt that means he’s into any vanilla shit.”
“Vanilla shit? Are we talking about ice cream now? Jesus, Brayden, speak English.”
“Okay, let me break it down for you, my man. Remember those levels at the club? There’s one with blindfolds, handcuffs, and lots of dominants eager to tell you what to do.”
I had a visual of Salvatore rearing up over me and cuffing me to a bed while he licked down my body, and that had my dick sitting up and taking notice. “Sounds good to me,” I said.