All present greatly enjoyed themselves.
Breck stilled. What did he mean by ‘all present’? Didn’t that technically include Kai and the model he’d bound? Breck forced himself not to think about that. Giving his head another rub, he formulated a reply and sent it off.
Awesome.
So listen, I’ve got some free time this week.
You still need a meat mannequin to practice on?
Kai’s response came much quicker this time.
Are you offering?
Despite no longer being in my personal debt?
Breck laughed under his breath.
I am.
A few minutes passed.
Shit. Had he come across too willing?
He checked the time. Okay, so it’d only been one minute. But come on, considering the conversation, that was a small eternity.
Kai finally responded.
How’s this Tuesday at 5?
Breck exhaled, heart thudding, and slowly typed back.
Tuesday’s good.
Kai replied.
Great. See you then.
But then another text came in.
Wear your jockstrap again.
Goosebumps.
From those four simple words.
Breck groaned and adjusted his junk. Couldn’t help it. Just the prospect of being so exposed like that again... It got him going. Something he shouldn’t be so on board with, since he’d be bound. But God help him, he was. Not that Kai needed to know that shit.
Clearing his throat, he took his time responding.
If laundry permits.