He didn’t have his sling on, and I made it clear with my eyes how I felt about that.
Mag just grinned at me and reached when I got close enough for him to do it.
I was on my back on the couch, with him on top of me, his bad arm resting with his hand flat against my chest, and I noted from close up his lashes were just as amazing lit only by a television set.
“Why aren’t you wearing your sling?” I asked.
“It’s annoying,” he answered.
“It’s my understanding you have another week with it on.”
“Yeah, but for now it’s off.”
All right.
I’d said my piece.
So I let that go.
“Good night?” Mag asked.
“It’s over and I have a wad of cash in my bag, so it is now.”
He smiled down at me.
“Ryn and Boone had a thing tonight,” I shared.
“A thing?”
“A thing after she gave a lap dance.”
His chin lifted slightly with understanding, and his expression turned thoughtful before he muttered, “Yeah. Not surprised. He’s into her and he’s a certain kind of guy. One who wouldn’t be down with some of that even if she’s not yet his. I don’t think he should be on you at Smithie’s anymore. I should have known it was bound to fuck with his head.”
I wondered what he meant by “a certain kind of guy.”
Did he know Boone was a Dom?
Did the boys share that much?
I didn’t ask, because if Boone didn’t share, it wasn’t my place to do it.
Instead, I said softly, “You guys know each other really well.”
His hand at my chest moved up so he could stroke my throat as he replied, “Honest to Christ, if I hadn’t found them, I don’t know where I’d be.”
“Then I’m glad you found them,” I replied.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“And Boone and I talked it out and he’s of the same mind. If Ryn’s onstage, he’s not on Smithie’s duty.”
“Hopefully soon, this’ll be all over, so it won’t matter.”
That was the hope.
Though, since not a thing was happening, dangerous or otherwise, it seemed this was going to drag on forever.
“Shower then bed?” he asked.
I smiled at him and nodded.
He started to push away as I was making my own preparations to get up with him, and in doing so, turned my head and saw his laptop open on the coffee table.
There were Zillow listings on it.
Weird.
“Moving?” I joked after he was on his feet and he’d grabbed my hand to pull me to mine.
“I can rent this pad easy, make a whack,” he told me. “And I got some money saved up. I’m not a stock portfolio type of guy. So…” He trailed off.
So…
Although I had utterly no experience with this, he meant, if you have money—and apparently, he had some money—invest in real estate.
But I looked down again at the laptop and saw he wasn’t looking for a property that might offer future income as a rental, like another condo or a townhouse.
He was looking at homes.
It was then, something I didn’t understand at the time, and forgot about it until then, came to mind.
Something that Nikki had said about Mag’s place being temporary and not even his.
Thus, even though he’d begun to move us toward his room, I tugged on his hand to stop him.
He looked at me.
“Are you, you know, restless?” I asked.
His mouth cocked up at one side.
“Is that code for ‘do I want an orgasm?’” he returned, but before I could answer, he continued, “And just to say, the answer to that will never be no.”
I swayed closer to him and his head was coming down in that way I loved.
Still…
“What I mean is, are you wanting to move on from this place?” I clarified.
His head stopped its downward descent and he shook it. “Just moving up.”
“Not moving on?”
Now his whole head cocked. “What are you really asking, baby?”
“It’s just that Nikki said this place was temporary and it sounded like that was a thing with you. It was also around the time when she thought she might be able to get back in with you.”
Mag shifted how he was standing in order to position himself fully in front of me, and as he already had one of my hands in his, he took up the other, so he was holding both.
“Okay, yeah, after I got out of the military, I moved around a lot,” he shared. “Crashing on couches. Having a roommate, getting fed up with that roommate, finding somewhere else to