Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Fifty-Six
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Corner time didn’t usually last this long. Not when Pike ended up getting it from his Dom. Or Blain. Was better than soap, or the impossible penny punishment. One he could manage, but a whole bunch?
I’ll stay here all night if I have to. Anything to avoid that.
Besides, with Keiran making sure he had snacks and Matt slipping him a juice box when no one was looking, he was set. Only problem really was that it was a little chilly. Maybe if he could reach one of those plushie blankets Jacks had brought, this would be a bit easier to pull off.
Glancing over his shoulder real quick to where all the Doms were moving around, Pike figured all that winning had them in pretty good moods. And distracted. No one would notice if he stretched out and grabbed the blanket with the teddy bear head, almost in reach at the closest table…
His ass hitting the floor and the chair following with a noisy clatter wasn’t one of his most stealthy moves. Pulling the blanket over his head, he decided he was invisible again. No way to get in trouble like that.
Someone’s arms lifted him up, his blanket preventing him from seeing who it was, but he’d know his Dom’s shape and scent anywhere. Tobacco’s sharp edge, the scent of Seth’s favorite ale, and the way he tipped Pike into his arms combined to paint a picture that was almost as good as one he could see.
“If I put you in a booth, do you think you can be good for me, pixie?” Seth spoke close to Pike’s ear. “Or do you need to stay in the corner until the end of the game?”
Shaking his head under the blanket, Pike took a deep breath through the material, the air warm, like breathing under a scarf. “I’ll be good, sir. But you should probably get Quint to watch me so no one orders him to do something boring. I’m a lot more fun than holding ashtrays. I mean…a well-behaved kinda fun, I swear.”
Seth’s deep chuckle vibrated through Pike, tickling his skin. “Some subs enjoy that type of service, my boy.” He settled Pike on a booth bench, then lifted the bear head to peer underneath with a jaundiced eye. “I’ll have Wren sit with you. He’s well behaved. And you can tell him all about the fun I’m going to have with him when I win him.”
The kinda stuff Wren liked, Pike knew fuck all about. He wrinkled his nose at his Dom, holding the blanket snug around him. To get the look off Seth’s face, he accidentally-on-purpose bopped him with the bear head while messing with the blanket to get it just right. “Sure, I don’t mind talking about cadavers or whatever. But Quint would have a lot more to add to the conversation.”
“We’re branching out. Getting to know each other.” Glancing up as someone Pike couldn’t see walked by, Seth snapped his fingers. “Boy. Come sit with Pike and keep him company. Make sure he’s happy and wants for nothing.”
Rather than Wren’s face appearing, Avery’s peeked around the corner of the blanket. “Sorry, sir. I’m already on a sub-mission.” Without another word, he scampered—as much as Avery actually could or ever did scamper—to pour some drinks. Which had Seth narrowing his eyes and searching the room with his gaze. He snapped his fingers again, and a different set of footsteps approached. He repeated the directive.
“Um...” Wandering into Pike’s view, Jamie gave him a curious look. “Okay. I never babysat before.” He frowned, then brightened a little. “Oh! This’ll be great practice for Tracey’s baby.” The grin turned into something spectacular. “I can’t believe I’m gonna get to be an uncle. Can I practice diaper changes on Pike?”
Lips parting, Pike stared at Jamie, not sure how he was supposed to react to that. While still being good. His Dom was making things very complicated. Maybe this was a test? “I’m not a baby. And that’s a weird way to ask to look at my dick, man. I don’t think we’re supposed to be playing that way tonight.” His lips curved as he considered Noah’s reaction. Would serve him right if Pike messed with his sub after the evil penny incident. “You know what, you really wanna practice, I guess we can work something out. But let’s not keep things age appropriate.”
Seth’s heavy sigh told him his Dom was not pleased with the turn of events. Or phrase. “No diaper changes. Clothes remain on. Hands off each other.” Snapping his fingers for the third time in as many minutes, he pointed at the booth. “Jamie is here to see to your needs, Pike. Make sure to give him a good workout, pixie. Idle hands make for mischief. And we don’t want any of that, do we?”
Biting back a grin, Pike nodded. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be reading between the lines or something, but if his Dom really wanted him to not be naughty, he wouldn’t have recruited Jamie, right? “Clothes on. Hands busy. Got it, sir.”
Winking at him, Seth eased away, then gave Jamie a stern look. “If Pike isn’t happy, I’m not happy.”
Jamie’s wide eyed stare said the other sub clearly saw how wrong this could go for him. In so many ways. Licking his lips, he glanced toward Wren at the bar, then back to Seth. “Um. Yes, sir?”
“That sounds like a question.” Using his best drill sergeant voice, Seth leaned in a little, speaking quietly but firmly. “But I know it couldn’t be, because you wouldn’t want to start off on the wrong foot.”
Shaking his head, Jamie started to nod at the same time. “Nope. Yes. Absolutely. What Pike wants, Pike gets. Nobody puts baby in the...wherever.”
Nodding once, Seth patted Pike’s shoulder. “You’re all set. Be good. And if you’re not good, just don’t get caught.” He walked back to the poker table, taking his seat as the next hand was dealt.
Pike scooted over to give Jamie some room, holding up the edge of the blanket so he could cuddle with him under it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you get punished. I’m not always bad, just really good at breaking all kinds of random rules. But we’ll just be sitting here. Not being disruptive. What’s the worst that can happen?” He lowered his voice. “You ain’t loud when you come, are you?”
Hesitating, one half his ass on the bench, his hand on the table, Jamie didn’t quite settle in next to Pike. He widened his eyes, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. “Dude. I want to actually get to play tonight. You jerk me, and I’m gonna spend the night in the stocks.”
“Yeah…I guess leaving a mess might get you in trouble.” Leaving the blanket where it was, he looked around the table, spotting a doggie biscuit someone had left there, and swept it to the floor with the back of his arms. “Oops. Gotta go get that.”
Across the room, someone cleared their throat. “You touch my sub without my permission, Pike, and you won’t be getting corner time. Or pennies. I will use my belt and I don’t give a fuck what anyone says.”
Noah’s no fucking fun.
Rolling his eyes, Pike slumped back on the bench. “Sorry, man. Your Dom spoiled all our fun. You’ll just have to dream about all the awesome things I can do with my mouth. And tongue. And just a little bit of teeth if you’re into that.”
Over by the bar, Curtis coughed. “He’s into it.”
“Hey!” Jamie mock glared at him. “What happens on the island stays on the island.”
Head tilted to one side, Pike adjusted a bit, the blanket making the bench slippery while he contemplated how weird it would be to get survival sex stories out of Jamie, with his cousin being right in the center of them all. He grunted as he ended up under the table anyway.
Cringed at the scrape of a chair. “Wasn’t on purpose! Unicorn, you can’t beat me for being clumsy. It’s literally illegal!”
Curtis’ boots appeared in Pike’s view, his cousin leaning down to give him a hand. Brown eyes looked him over with concern. The navy blue Henley he wore was a little different than his usual color, but it looked good with the pink of his lips and the blond hair that brushed his collar. “You okay, little cuz?”
“Yeah, but I ain’t doing too good at keeping my hands busy. Or Jamie’s.” Pike tucked his face against his cousin’s broad chest and groaned. “Doms are difficult. They want you to be good, but make it impossible. Me and Jamie are going on strike.”
The intimacy of Curtis’ lips brushing up against Pike’s ear gave him a momentary start until the man whispered, “You need to be creative. Keep Jamie’s hands busy by telling him you want him to beat off under the table. Then you aren’t touching him.”
Gazing up at his cousin with pure worship, Pike hopped up to wrap his arms around his neck and planted a loud smacking kiss on his cheek. “You’re a fu—fun genius. Thank you. I’ve totally got this.”
“Why, thank you. I try. And it’s in the blood, so you just need a little more practice, yeah?” Sliding Pike into the seat next to Jamie, Curtis made a show of getting them both comfortable, and placed Pike’s hands palms-down on the table where they were clearly visible. “I’ll get you both some cupcake sundaes.”
Tipping his head back, Pike licked his lips as his stomach grumbled. Like he hadn’t just given it a bunch of cookies. Not a problem, though. There was always room for sundaes. “That would be amazing, cuz. Do you think we can have one big sundae to share? I ain’t touching Jamie if I’m feeding him with a spoon, right?”
“Not my call, but I’d say technically you’re not.” Jamie watched Curtis as he spoke, gaze wary. Leaning over, Curtis tousled Jamie’s spiky new hairdo. “Nice look, little badger.”
Pike glanced over at Jamie, lowering his voice as he took in the new style, not for the first time, admiring how it brought out the brilliant green of his eyes and the high curve of his cheekbones. “He’s sexier than a badger. But you’ll come up with something that fits. Gotta prove you haven’t lost your touch.”
“I’ll think on it.” Whistling as he walked off, like he hadn’t just given Pike the keys to trouble, Curtis left him and Jamie alone.
Touching his hair with the flat of his hand, Jamie re-mussed it, like there was a right way and a wrong way to have bed-head. “Thanks. I don’t know what a badger is, but it sounds like someone who works the door at a bar that only serves watered down beer and stale pretzels.”
That sounded pretty nasty. Pike scraped his teeth over his tongue to get rid of the imagined taste. “Yuck. No, it’s a…doesn’t matter, I’ll draw one for you later. But now you owe me for getting that idea in my head.” He slid Jamie a sideways look. “I wanna imagine how something else tastes. Like your dick. You should pull it out and stroke it a little. Get it ready for whoever’s gonna be playing with it.”
Chin jerking up, Jamie darted his gaze toward the poker table in a way that was sure to blow their cover if anyone was looking. Pink dotted the crest of his cheekbones, but he didn’t look embarrassed. If the way his breathing quickened was anything to go by, that response had nothing to do with shyness.
“I’m not allowed to do that, Pike.” Leaning in, Jamie spoke in hushed tones.
Giving the other sub a little pout, Pike spoke just as quietly. “This is really me trying to help you out, dude. If Seth thinks I ain’t happy, who knows what he’ll do? He might…bet on you instead of Wren and you know how well that’d turn out.”
“One cupcake sundae with all the fixin’s.” Producing the mound of five cupcakes, ice cream, candy, whipped cream, and fudge sauce, with only one long-handled dessert spoon, Curtis laid it on the table in front of Pike. “Let me know when you want seconds.”
Jamie made a choking sound. “I gotta stop wearing non-food pants.”
Spitting out a laugh, Pike bumped his shoulder against Jamie’s before picking up the spoon. “That’s what you get for being all hot and stylish. You should probably undo them now. It’s just practical, right?”
Hand already at his top button, Jamie nodded, his gaze on the sundae as Curtis left them alone. Clearly, he didn’t think Pike had been serious about him pulling on his dick under the table. He undid his pants, leaning forward to reach for the spoon.
“Hey, this is mine.” Pike huffed, dipping the spoon in the ice cream, then bringing a nice sized mouthful to Jamie’s lips. “Open wide. I find you can take in a lot more if you stretch your jaw a bit, right from the start.”
“Pike.” Setting the ashtray he’d been holding on the poker table between Jared and Noah, Quint seemed to catch on that something was up and started around the table. “Careful, brat. You don’t want to start something. Not tonight.”
“It’s just a sundae, Quint.” Curtis piped up from where he set a bowl of water on the floor by Dallas and Danny, who were puppy wrestling. “Don’t fash yourself, as they say. It’ll be fine.”
Giving Curtis an incredulous look, Quint looked a bit like he wanted to walk over and shake Pike’s cousin. “You have met your cousin? I am not fashing myself. I’m avoiding disaster.”
“I don’t believe I said you could stop holding the ashtray, Quint.” Jared’s tone held amusement. Like he knew exactly what was going on, and was in the kind of headspace where he’d enjoy it if Pike got himself in Noah’s clutches. “I believe Bizzy told you to keep your hands busy, Jamie. And Pike entertained. I’ll add on that whatever form that entertainment takes had best not get him into trouble. Make sure you come up with something that isn’t anything Quint needs to worry about.”
Letting out a frustrated little growl that sounded like Fresco when he tore into a new stuffed mouse that wasn’t ready to give up its innards, Jamie slouched in his seat. “This sucks.”
“I know. A blowjob between friends woulda been a lot more fun.” Pike sighed, shooting Quint a look to let him know everything was fine. The bit of tension that had built up when Quint ‘broke rank’, like he always called it, faded as his co-sub returned to his position, sliding Jared a grateful smile. Bringing his attention back to Jamie, Pike tried to feed him some ice cream again, hit his nose instead, and the creamy goodness landed right on the bulge bared between the open zipper teeth. “Uh…oops again?”
Snatching a napkin from the dispenser, Jamie hissed in a breath. “Oh wow. Cold.” He shifted his hips, cleaning himself up as Curtis approached again with a couple root beer floats.
Sliding into the seat opposite Jamie and Pike, Curtis set down the mugs—one in front of Pike and one in front of himself. He flicked a glance around the room without looking at the poker table directly, but definitely would know exactly what was going on in that corner of the room when he leaned in casually to hand Jamie a napkin.
“Let me help.” Lifting up the spoon from the sundae, Curtis fed Jamie a bite. “I want to hear you moan over how good this sundae is every time I give you a taste. Both of you. And get those hands down your shorts, Jamie. Because if you don’t come by the time this sundae is done, I’m telling Pike to throw a fit for making him unhappy.”
A little rush flowed through Pike as the potential for mischief was ramped up to a whole new level. Now that Jared was keeping Quint in a good place, Pike didn’t have to be careful not to upset one of the men he loved. Or disappoint the other. And he could impress his cousin no matter what happened.
He spoke in a whisper, bringing his lips close to his straw. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good temper tantrum. I bet it’d be epic.” He eyed Jamie as he flicked his tongue against the tip of his straw. “But I ain’t gonna do it for nothin’. Just, you know, if you ain’t gonna do what my Dom and my cousin want, because that wouldn’t be cool. Besides, you know you wanna.”
A smug expression on his face, Curtis sat back, the O’Rourke in his blood clearly showing as he warmed up to the game. Anyone looking at him would know he was up to no good with that glint in his eye as Jamie slowly lowered his hands to his hips and slid down his pants below his ass. His dick bobbed free, and Curtis was probably tall enough to see over the table to where the curve of Jamie’s reddened shaft lay hard against his stomach.
Swallowing, Jamie wrapped his fingers around his dick, starting to stroke slowly, using his thumb to spread precome around the tip to ease his way. Lips parted, eyes glazing almost immediately, he let out a little moan that Curtis disguised by sliding another bite of sundae into his mouth.
“You always did make nice sounds when you were enjoying something. I’m glad this treat is to your liking, kitten.” Curtis used Matt’s nickname for the sub.
Pike sipped his rootbeer, half his focus on Jamie, already sketching out the scene in his head so he could draw it later. With Jamie as a cat, full furry mode, using his long tongue to reach the ice cream while he jerked off. Yeah, that’d be an awesome keepsake. He shifted uncomfortably, realizing he’d ended up kinda screwing himself by playing this way.
More experienced subs like Curtis and Jamie might know which rules to break, but Pike tried to follow the ones Seth gave him. Which weren’t many. But he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. Only Seth or Quint could.
Not like you’re gonna whip it out in front of your cousin, freak.
That too. And he was having fun with Curtis playing with him and Jamie. It was only a little strange, but…hell, this was The Asylum. He figured so long as they didn’t do anything to each other, everything else was fair game. Like torturing hot dudes. Definitely fun cousin-type stuff.
Extending his foot, Curtis brought the toe of his boot up and under Jamie’s crotch where it’d nudge his balls. Fed him another bite, then spooned one up for Pike.
“I’m beginning to think you don’t like the ice cream, Jamie. You’re so quiet. Should I be offended, cuz?” Curtis’ eyes were at half mast, a lazy smile on his face as he fed Pike the gooey mouthful, his eyes on Jamie. “I think you need to eat faster.”
Licking his lips, Jamie increased his pace, the sound of his hand on his flesh momentarily unmistakable until Curtis coughed and lowered his foot. He shoved another bite of sundae into Jamie’s mouth, smearing chocolate on his chin. “Don’t choke.”
A whistle and a strange smacking sound came close to Pike’s side and he jumped as Reed leaned over his shoulder. Holding a bottle of something he’d been tossing up and down. “Anyone need some gray poupon?” He continued, speaking under his breath. “Careful, you almost got Noah’s attention away from his cards.”
“Want a bite, sparkles?” Giving his boy a grateful smile, Curtis speared the spoon into a gooey bit of cupcake and held it up. “There’s plenty. And we’re trying to finish it...before Jamie does.”
Lips slanting into a smirk, Reed shifted forward, brushing his hand down the center of Pike’s chest as he held Curtis’ gaze. “Yeah? Need some help with anything other than the ice cream?” He sucked the ice cream into his mouth, slicking his tongue over his lips as he glanced over at Jamie. “I wouldn’t want my step-daddy suffering for too long. Eating up ice cream all on your own can be rough if things aren’t…hot enough.”
“Actually...I was thinking it might be a little too warm, and ice sounded nice. I’m in it to win this one.” Curtis’ mouth tipped up on one side, his gaze running appreciatively over Reed’s body like he undressed him with his mind. Hips shifting suggestively, he slid over. “Then maybe you can come cozy up to me. To watch the show.”
Pike picked up the glass mug holding his root beer float and brought it to his cheek. Damn it, this plan was starting to get a bit harder than…okay, well something was getting harder. Thank fuck his shorts were stretchy, but if Reed and Curtis didn’t stop, he was gonna end up finishing before Jamie. “Ice would be awesome. Like, a whole bucket. You want ice, Jamie?”
Squeaking a little, Jamie shook his head, fist moving faster, like he really believed if he didn’t come before Pike finished the sundae he was going to get into trouble for not keeping him happy. “N-no thanks.” Voice breathless, eyes closed, if anyone looked in the bar mirror and saw his face they’d know exactly what was going on underneath the table by the window. “M-more...please.”
Making a sympathetic sound, Reed shifted over Pike—having him pressed that close in those tight leathers was not the least bit helpful—and brought his lips close to Jamie’s ear. “It might be good if you suck it off the spoon. Slowly. Want me to show you how to do it right?”
Hips lifting, Jamie fucked up into his palm now, nodding quickly. “Y-yeah. Show me. God, I want you to show me...”
Curtis chuckled, leaning back into his seat, arms folded, like his work was done here.
Picking up the spoon his Dom had left in the bowl of sundae, Reed brought a smaller helping to his lips. He slid his tongue under the spoon, then around it, his groan matching Jamie’s earlier ones, only a bit throatier. “Mmm, this is just so good. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I just want to get it in me, nice and deep.” He slipped the spoon into his mouth, sucking on it with another sound of pleasure.
Eyes riveted to Reed, Jamie opened his mouth, jerking forward. An erotic yelp accompanied his movements, then a long, drawn out groan, as come spilled over his fist, some of it catching air and landing on the edge of the table before he collapsed backward with a breathy and very-much-out-of-it, “Holy shit.”
“You’re welcome.” Reed plucked up a napkin and handed it to him. “Isn’t it fun when I’m one of the service subs? I’m so good at it.”
Pike made a face at him, wiggling a bit to get his dick in a more comfortable place. Which didn’t exist. “Service subs don’t sit in people’s laps like that. You gotta get in a better position.”
Breathing out a laugh, Reed turned a bit so he was almost straddling Pike’s thigh. He pressed a kiss to Pike’s forehead. “I would, but you’re so adorable, all worked up. Now smile so your Dom can see how happy you are.”
“I dunno...” Curtis made a thoughtful sound, the devil in his eyes. “There’s an awful lot of that sundae left, and Jamie’s a mess. He’s been a very bad boy, so focused on himself. He hasn’t entertained you at all, only himself.”
Over at the table, not looking up from his cards, Lawson let out a sound that not a single one of the Core subs could mistake. A warning. “Reed, get off of Pike. Curtis, I could use a refill. If you think you’re being sly, let me correct that notion. And remind some around here that anything that could be considered cheating will have consequences.”
“Yes, sir.” Hopping to his feet, Curtis adjusted his leathers, then ran the heel of his palm down his dick. “Jamie, stop cheating. Your Doms don’t need the distraction to lose on their own.”
Scrambling out of the booth a lot smoother than Pike could ever manage, Reed kept himself in front of him and Jamie, somehow managing to sound all innocent as he looked from Lawson to Noah—the latter giving Curtis a hard look. “Nothing to see here. Seriously, we were just sharing ice cream and getting a little messy. It’s Pike’s favorite.”
“Come on, Pike. Let’s get some wipes. The table is covered in Jamie’s chocolate sauce.” Curtis began humming Orgasm Addict by the Buzzcocks, giving Reed a wink.
“Curtis.” Lawson’s tone was firmer this time. He slid a few chips across the table, making a pretty big bet. “My drink. Now. Reed, go get some wipes for Jamie and Pike so they can both clean themselves up. If I have to take myself out of the game, some subs will be going to whichever Dom wins them with complementary paddled asses.”
That doesn’t include me, does it? Pike exchanged a look with Jamie, pulling out a handful of napkins and piling them up over the other sub’s dick. He used another to scrub the table, whispering to Jamie. “I’ll make sure you don’t get paddled. That was super hot, man. Thanks for…is it weird to thank you? You made me super hard so I feel like I should.”
A glazed look still in his eyes, Jamie shook his head, using the wadded napkins to clean himself before he tucked his softening dick away. He coughed to cover the sound of his zipper going up. “No need. I haven’t been so jazzed since I got rid of my last sports car. That was...” He glanced over his shoulder, then leaned closer to Pike. “Fucking hot.”
Grinning, Pike scooted in closer. “It really was. I didn’t know y’all played like that. We gotta do this more often.” He jerked back as something rubbed against his leg, laughter bubbling up in his throat as Danny came out from under the table with some of the tissues, growling and shredding them as he dashed away from Dallas, who playfully tried to steal them. “Hoboy. The mess is spreading.”
“Oh jeez. Danny, no!” Jamie scrambled over the booth back, horror on his face. Probably at the idea of his best friend getting a mouthful of his jizz on the tissue. “Here, boy.” He patted his thigh. “You don’t want that. It’s not good cold.”
The way Danny bounded toward Jamie, then out of reach, crawling under Dallas and waving the tissues around like a gunky flag had Pike laughing so hard his vision blurred. He grunted as he landed on the floor on his butt, holding his stomach. Thankfully, he hadn’t had as much ice cream as he’d planned, because he’d end up with a stomach ache.
“Get one of his toys, Jamie.” Wren looked over from where he was holding Rhodey’s drink for him now. “Tell him that’s poison…wait, no, puppies don’t understand what that means. It would have been better if they’d developed that understanding during their evolution. Maybe his ball?”
Falling over himself to get to the toy bag, Jamie gave Wren a thumb’s up and threw him a grateful smile, his gaze shying away from Noah and Jared. He plucked the ball from the bag, its spongy red roundness reminiscent of a ball gag.
“Fetch!” Rolling the ball toward Danny, Jamie dove at the tissues when Danny went after the ball instead.
Barking at him, Danny snatched up the ball and chased after Jamie, crawling around the other sub’s legs in a circle. He growled with the ball still in his mouth, staring up at Jamie like he’d stolen a treat.
Jamie bent down, the tissues firmly shoved into his pocket, feathers of the cloak he’d taken off still stuck in places to his shirt. “Trust me, pup. You don’t want it. Not like that.”
Almost calmed down again, Pike burst out laughing, gasping as he rolled to his side, reaching out to patt Dallas until Blain clucked his tongue, a reminder that subs in pup space weren’t to be touched without some signal from the pup or their master that it was okay. Which Pike knew from cleaning up in the playroom sometimes, but it was hard to remember when everyone was having fun.
Hand held out, Pike caught Dallas’ eye. “Good puppy. Pets?” Real dogs were a no-go, but sub pups were sweet and awesome to play with.
Coming around the bar with Lawson’s bourbon on a silver platter, a sprig of something sticking out of the top in a fancy garnish way, Curtis sidestepped Pike. Expression one of butler-like seriousness, he approached the table and waited at Lawson’s side.
Pike lowered his hand, his gaze locked on his cousin. Frowning, he sat up, not liking how Curtis had gone from having a blast to being some kind of servant. Jaw clenched, he glared at Lawson as the Dom picked up his glass, taking a sip and putting it back on the tray without taking his eyes off his cards for a second.
Wouldn’t really be bad bad to go over there and maybe roll the ball where Danny would chase it and run right over Lawson’s feet, would it?
On his back on the floor, Jamie laughed at Danny’s antics, trying to get the ball himself. “Aw. C’mon. I’ll give it right back.”
“You have to click your tongue. Like this.” Wren made the sound, which had Danny perking up and scrambling over to him. He dropped the ball, sitting up in front of Wren, whose brow furrowed. “Ah, yes. You also need to give him a treat. I’m sorry, I don’t have any, puppy.”
Slipping his hand into his pocket, Rhodey pulled out a small dog treat and tossed it to Danny. “Call and raise.” He slid some chips across the table. “You’re bluffing, Nephew.”
“Am I?” Noah’s lips slanted. He leaned back, using his boot to nudge the ball toward Pike when he reached for it. “You don’t read me as well as you think you do, Uncle. But we’ll see, won’t we?”
Jared studied them both, cigar between his lips. Leaning back, he set the smoke down on the ashtray Quint held. Then pushed an even larger pile of chips into the middle. “You’re both bluffing. Call and raise.”
This was it. Whatever happened with this hand would decide the results of the game. But all Pike could focus on was the ball in his hand. Like the two men choosing the simplicity of pupzone instead of looking at the big picture? Being a little naughty was so much easier than letting anything else sink in.
Because the implications of what happened after this game could be huge.
NOOOO PIKE!!!!!! And I don't think the subs are fooling any of the Doms, they are just being indulged a bit ;)
ReplyDeleteI agree. The 'good kind of trouble'.
ReplyDeleteThis is something I was not expecting but it is exciting, you just can't tell what will happen next. It is still Curtis after all, hè will find a way.
ReplyDeleteNoooooo Pike!!! I’m so excited to see who gets who!!! Thank you again for the early chapters!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for brightening my day
ReplyDeleteHow fun!
ReplyDeleteDanny's still my favorite, but ew, bud, watch what you put in your mouth!
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