and then expect me not to be disappointed when reality doesn’t match.
So the question was…would Aaron and Will match their photos? Because right now those photos seemed way too good to be true. It was just not possible for two men to be that intelligent, friendly, kinky, articulate, and hot.
I was definitely curious. And excited. And nervous. By the time I turned the corner onto their street—oh my God, finally—I’d conjured up every possible worst-case scenario. Their pictures were from twenty years ago. They hadn’t been entirely honest about what they wanted in terms of kink. The words “we respect your hard limits” were just lip service and they really would want all kinds of things that would make me nope on out of there.
I just couldn’t make myself believe that the two men I was meeting tonight were everything they’d presented themselves to be so far.
At my GPS’s instruction, I pulled into the short driveway of a two-story colonial-style house with neat landscaping and a tall oak in the front yard. I parked in front of the closed garage doors, shut off the car, and took a deep breath. Okay. I was here. This was it.
The butterflies of nerves and excitement were fluttering wildly as I walked up to their front porch. There, I took another deep breath in a failed attempt to pull myself together, and rang the doorbell.
Over my pounding heart, I caught the sound of footsteps approaching on the other side. This was it. No turning back. Not that I wanted to, but how exactly was I supposed to stay rational when I was about to meet a couple who actually wanted someone like me? I hadn’t run into many people who wanted a sadist who was also a submissive, and these two had specifically come looking for one, so—
The deadbolt clicked.
The door opened.
Oh, hello.
He was white—they both were—and maybe five-nine, five-ten, with the most stunning hazel eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses. His hair was short and neat with flecks of gray along the edges and sides. From the angle of his jaw—which I recognized from his profile—and the absence of a collar, not to mention the way he looked right in my eyes, I suspected this was Will, the Dom half of the couple.
And so far, they were batting a thousand on matching their profile pictures, because goddamn, he was hot.
He grinned, which made my knees wobble. “You must be Kelly.”
I extended my hand. “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’m Will.” He shook my hand, then gestured for me to come inside.
As I stepped into the house, he shamelessly and conspicuously raked his eyes over me, raising goose bumps under my clothes as if he were dragging his fingers over my skin instead of just ogling me. Was his gaze really that intense? Or was I just on a hair trigger tonight because of everything we might end up doing? Whatever. I liked it. I’d been in his house all of three seconds and already felt hotter than I had in I didn’t know how long.
“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” Will asked as he shut the door behind us.
“No, no.” With a nervous laugh, I gestured toward my car. “GPS got me right to your door. Didn’t even need the directions you gave me.”
“They must have finally updated their software, then,” he grumbled. “Took them long enough.”
“GPS used to get confused?”
“All the time. Ugh.” He rolled his eyes. “We’ve had so many people end up two streets over, wondering how to get back here.” Motioning down the road, he added, “There’s a road a couple of blocks that way that only connected like three years ago after a new development was put in. Everyone’s GPS fritzed out over it.”
I chuckled. “Well, it got me here this time.”
“Yeah, it did.” He grinned and gave me another look. One of those looks. Holy fuck, this man was going to melt me without ever laying a hand on me.
Another set of footsteps came down the hall, and I turned to see that, oh yes, this couple really believed in truth in advertising. He was maybe an inch taller than Will with quite a bit more gray in his hair, which was slightly longer than his husband’s, and I could have stared at those full lips and blue eyes all night long. And he was definitely the sub—the leather collar sitting just above his white Henley was a spectacularly sexy dead giveaway.