quickly. Brett wanted to cling to Roman and beg him not to go to work, but he knew he had to be realistic. Just because they had exchanged I love yous, that didn’t mean Roman would or could quit his job. Brett loved him. That meant loving all of him, even this part he hadn’t found a way to be completely comfortable with yet.
“Come with me.”
Brett tried to hide his distaste. “No, thank you. I’d be a distraction and that’s a lot of hours to sit there, watching other men drool over you.”
Roman’s sexy smirk made him hard to resist. “You’d be surprised. There are a lot of distractions there. People don’t usually sit and drool over me. A lot of people are there with their doms and subs, playing. Most of the members are just looking for a safe space for their kinks. It has little to nothing to do with me as a person. I think you should see that for yourself.”
Brett pulled a face. On one hand, he knew Roman was right. If they were seriously going to do this thing, he needed to be okay with Roman’s job. On the other hand, he didn’t know if he was ready. “I don’t know.”
Roman straddled Brett’s lap on the couch. He looked fucking delicious. Brett didn’t want to let him go. “How about this? I’ll leave you the Land Rover and take my old car. That way, if you decide to join me, you’ll have wheels. At the door, let them know you’re my visitor and I’ll warn Ken to keep an out for you. That way, you don’t get charged if you change your mind.”
That seemed fair. “Okay. If you want, you can leave me your old car. It doesn’t matter to me how I get there.”
Roman shook his head and visibly tried hiding a smile. “I won’t have you trying to get in and out of my small car with a boot on your foot. I’ve driven the same car for twenty years now. Another night won’t kill me.”
Brett rolled his eyes, fighting a happy sigh. No one had ever put him first like this. He didn’t know how to react. Roman didn’t let him overthink anything. He nuzzled Brett’s neck before kissing his jaw. Roman’s lips brushed Brett’s cheek and moved to his mouth. Brett held his breath in anticipation until Roman’s tongue stroked his. His kiss was slow and methodical, stealing all Brett’s good sense.
“Ugh. I miss you already.”
“Stay home. I’ll support you.”
Thankfully, Roman laughed at Brett’s offer rather than getting insulted the way he had at being gifted the SUV. “Everyone wants you for what you can do for them. I just want you. Come see me. I’ll be waiting.” Before Brett could tell Roman no again, Roman slipped from his lap. “I love you, gorgeous. If I don’t see you up there, then I’ll see you when I get home.”
Brett swallowed the lump growing in his throat. “Okay. I love you too.”
With a final heated glance his way, Roman left. For a long while, Brett stared at the door Roman disappeared through. Then he pushed to his feet and trailed through the house like an abandoned puppy. Roman’s place was small but nice. It reminded Brett a lot of the many houses he had lived in as a kid. One large master bedroom and two smaller bedrooms. A kitchen that would be minuscule if not for having an area for a dining room table. As small as the place was, it felt empty as hell without Roman. He tried snacking and watching TV. Nothing held his attention. Three hours after Roman’s departure, Brett found himself in the car and headed toward the club. He berated himself the whole way. This felt like a mistake. Even though Brett didn’t consider himself the jealous type, he didn’t know how he would feel while watching other people wanting his man. This might ruin them.
It was the same guard working the door again tonight. “Member or visitor?”
Obviously, they truly didn’t see anyone as they came in or left. The guy didn’t seem to recognize him. “Visitor.”
Once again, he pulled his radio from his belt. “There’s a visitor at the door.”
Ken appeared just as he had the night before. He eyed Brett from head to toe. “You’re Midas, right?”
Brett smiled. He shouldn’t find anything about this endearing, but there it was. “Yes.”
“I told Adonis I would keep an eye out for you. I’ll show you the way.”
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