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of his responses. So Bass’s gut instinct was right. Only those that know BDSM know to greatly respect your Master by saying sir and thank you.

When Ryker came out of his brother’s room, Bass had immediately sensed the inner turmoil tearing through his boy’s mind. He tried to connect with him again, but Ryker had somehow turned himself off. Now he was leaving. Bass was a Dom, he wouldn’t chase him. But fuck if he didn’t want to. He turned to Angel.

“What the hell just happened?” Bass fumed, as he stood dumbfounded.

Bass watched Ryker disappear into the elevator.
Fuck!
He’d felt confident as shit when Ryker stared into his eyes like he was a godsend that had stormed in and demanded his boy be given what he wanted. So why now was Ryker ignoring his presence? Even more so, why the fuck was he going home without him? Bass noticed Angel staring at him silently. “I’m sorry,” Bass said, shaking his head in confusion.

Bass clasped Angel on his shoulder. “Thank you for calling me, Angel.”

“You did good, Bass, just give him a little time. So much happened today. For a couple of hours he thought he’d just lost the only family he had.

Through all the drama he was still able to feel the connection between the two of you.” Angel placed a couple of reassuring pats on Bass’s broad, muscular back before speaking again.

“He responded to you beautifully, my friend. There is no way that he’ll be able to stay away from you for long.” Angel began to walk Bass to the elevators. “For the record, when I spoke with him at the club about Dom/sub lifestyles, he didn’t seem like he knew a whole lot about it, or I assumed he didn’t, but seeing his reaction to you today…obviously I was wrong. Ryker knows he’s a sub in need of a Master. But you’re gonna have to tread lightly, Bass.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Angel, but I fear him going home alone tonight and trying to process this trauma on his own. He needs my direction.” Bass got in the elevator.

UUL

 

Chapter Fifteen

Ryker had to catch a cab home after he stormed out of the hospital’s entrance and realized that he didn’t drive there. As soon as he entered his home he immediately went to his medicine cabinet and swallowed an aspirin using the tap water from the faucet to rinse down the bitter powder. He peeled out of his suit and let it drop, not caring at all about a one thousand dollar suit lying on his bathroom floor. He set the shower taps as hot as he could stand and stepped in. He took a deep inhale of the steam filling the large bathroom.

Ryker’s muscles were tense. He tried unsuccessfully to massage the large knots in his neck and shoulders. He was overwhelmed with too fucking many emotions. From almost losing Max, to threatening the life of the hospital staff, and finally, to desperately wanting Bass to come home and take care of him. Max felt the tears mixing with the scalding hot water that was running down his face. He leaned against the shower tiles and sobbed quietly in the empty bathroom.
If I lose Max, I’l have nothing…no one.

He wrapped his naked body in his favorite terry cloth robe, went to his bedroom and flopped down on the king-size bed, not bothering to fight the exhaustion that immediately put him to sleep.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Ryker startled awake and listened in the dark room.
Tap,
tap, tap, tap.
Someone was knocking on his front door.
Who the fuck is that?

The only other person that would come to his house unannounced would be Max, but he knew it wasn’t him, obviously…and Max never knocked, he used his key.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
. Ryker rubbed his aching forehead and looked at the green neon lights on the clock by his bed. Nine thirty at night. He’d only been asleep for an hour and a half. His head still throbbed from a terrible headache.
Fucking aspirins aren’t working. I wonder if I still have some Vicodin from
my sprained ankle.
Ryker dragged his tired body to his front door.

“Who is it?” he said, still groggy from sleep.

“Ryker, it’s Bass. I came to see how you were doing.” Bass spoke confidently.

 

Ryker eyes went wide at the realization that Bass was standing at his door. Ryker peeked through the peephole. The man looked sexy as sin standing in his hallway, and asked in the most sensual voice Ryker had ever heard, “I’d like to come in and make sure you’re all right.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Bass, I’m fine. I’m just resting.” Ryker caressed the door, wishing he was stroking Bass’s chest instead.

“May I come in and rest with you? I only want to ensure that you are okay,” he purred.

It took every ounce of willpower that Ryker had not to fling open the door and jump into the man’s strong arms. “No, I don’t think I’d get much rest if you came in,” Ryker said through the crack of the door.

“This does not satisfy me, Ryker. I thought I’d pleased you at the hospital. This hardly seems fair…wouldn’t you agree?” Bass spoke with authority.

“I’m sure you’re not used to anyone refusing you, Bass, but I don’t belong to you.”
Yet.

“Oh yes you most certainly do, boy,” the sexy Dom confirmed.

“No I do not,” Ryker countered. “I truly appreciate what you did at the hospital, but I refuse to let you parade me around like your little personal boy toy of the month, and throw me away when the next cute thing comes along and switches his tight ass in front of you. I’m not looking to play a few scenes with you, or anyone else for that matter.”
I want forever
.

Ryker waited for Bass to process what he’d just said. He’d waited so long that he rose up and peeked through the hole again and saw that the man still stood there with his large arms braced on the frame of his door. There were too many expressions crossing Bass’s handsome face for Ryker to know what he was thinking. But the man said nothing.
I fucking knew it.

Ryker leaned against the doorframe and tried to control his breathing. He was almost in tears again, that’s how much he needed the Dom to be his.

Ryker needed Bass to control him and take care of him, but he refused to give all of himself to the man, only to be kicked to the curb later. Before he pushed off the door he heard the Dom whisper, “I know you are still at the door, Ryker, I can feel how upset you are…and it’s killing me. God, baby. I

wish you’d let me in and let me hold you. But, I know you’re scared.” He heard Bass exhale loudly.

“Let me assure you, you will be mine boy and I will be yours. I see I’m going to have to prove it to you. Sweetheart, I have to go out of town for the next couple of weeks on business. When I get back the first thing I’m going to do is pack a bag for two days, and I’m coming back to knock on your door. I want you to let me in and give me the chance to prove to you that I’m what you’ve been waiting for, because you are certainly what I’ve been waiting for for a long time. I don’t know who you’ve submitted to that didn’t want you, but I promise that’s not going to happen with me. I know you felt our connection again today. All I’m asking is that you don’t fight it.”

There was a long pause, and Ryker thought Bass had left. Then he heard the Dom’s final question. “Will you let me in when I return, sweet boy?”

Ryker stood silent for about thirty seconds with his forehead pressed against the door, before responding in his own whisper.

“Yes, sir.”

 

Chapter Sixteen

Angel wrapped up his meeting with his financial advisors. He’d been at the bank for the last two hours and he was anxious to get home to take care of Max. He had been released from the hospital after staying for two days, and Angel had insisted that he come home with him so he could take care of him. It’d been two weeks now and Max was almost completely recovered.

“Mr. DeLucca, congratulations on your new investments. You are going to see an exponential increase in profits, not only with Blue Moon but with your new club as well.” The bank manager seemed more excited than him as the pudgy man vigorously pumped Angel’s hand up and down.

“Thank you.” Angel placed his other hand over the one that was being insulted and stopped the man from shaking his arm off. He turned to the other financial analyst. “Thank all of you for working so hard on making this dream a reality for me. I really appreciate all that you’ve done.” Angel shook the other’s hands and headed out the multistoried building toward the parking garage, walking a little faster than usual. Everything was finally falling into place in Angel’s life. He had his man and now Angel was finally getting the expansion for Blue Moon. He’d also bought out the other three clubs that had gone under a month ago.

He’d heard some of the other club owners were pretty upset about him taking over the oceanfront night scene, but this was business…not personal.

Blue Moon was such a big hit because it didn’t look like any other club around. Angel didn’t skimp on design, music, staff, and most of all, alcohol.

He served the best liquor, including importing specialty wines and beers.

The new club would be attached to a five-star restaurant, so people could party after dining on the finest cuisine in Hampton Roads.
Maybe I’l reach out
to some of the other owners that lost their club and see if they want a management position
at one of my new clubs. At least it’l keep them from visiting the unemployment line.

Angel wanted to go home and celebrate.

 

“Ahh…yeah that feels much better,” Max moaned as he lathered up his hair with Angel’s special shampoo. Since bumping his head the doctor had prohibited him from scrubbing his scalp. He hadn’t thoroughly washed his hair in two weeks. He wanted to hurry up and finish because he knew Angel would be home any minute from his meeting.

Max couldn’t have been happier with the way their relationship was going. Angel and Max were falling more and more in love every day. The way Angel took care of him when he was released from the hospital made him realize that he’d never truly been in love before.

Max was drying his hair in Angel’s bedroom. He still had the damp towel draped over his face when he felt strong arms wrap him up from behind him.

“Hey, darlin’, how are you feeling? Mmmm, you smell good,” Angel growled in his ear, making his cock jump underneath his towel.

“Better, now that you’re back.” Max leaned back into the embrace, enjoying Angel’s rising cock rubbing against his neglected ass.

Max turned and put his arms around Angel’s neck. His hair was tied back into a ponytail with the leather tie and braided all the way down to his tight ass. Max took the thick braid and pulled it around to the front so he could stroke it while he pushed his tongue deep into Angel’s mouth. The kiss was sexy and full of passion. Angel sucked his tongue like it was his favorite lollipop. Max backed them up to the bed and Angel’s legs bumped the edge before he fell back onto the mattress.

Max climbed on top of him and propped both elbows on either side of Angel’s face. “Hey, sexy.” Max stared openly as he lost himself in the bottomless pools of Angel’s dark eyes. He had no words for the sight.

Angel stared back at him. Skillful hands traveled south until Angel reached Max’s ass. “Love, do you think we should be doing this? I still think you should be taking it easy.”

“I’m fine, gorgeous. You worry too much. I don’t even think I’ve coughed once today, my lungs feel great. So stop your fussing, dear.” Max kissed him on his nose. He loved their teasing banter. “Oh yeah, how’d your meeting go?”

 

Angel smiled up at him. “I signed the new leases and will be able to start renovations next week. I was thinking about hiring some of the staff from the clubs that closed. What do you think?”

“Actually, I think that’s real proper of you, babe. Instead of them having to find other employment. They’d be lucky to work for you.” He kissed those delectable lips. His man was so considerate.

“Yeah, Bass told me that we had some haters come by the club last week raising hell about us being greedy and taking over…yada yada yada.” Angel waved his hand dismissively.

Max raised up a little more, concerned. “Babe, if there are people threatening you then you need to report it.”

“I didn’t say threats. They were just blowing off steam. Anyway, enough about that. Where were we?” Angel deliciously pumped his cock against Max.

“Angel really, if anyone else comes around I want you to report it…got it?” Max looked at him seriously. “Don’t underestimate people’s anger. I know you are just running your business and it’s not a personal attack on these other owners, but they may not see it that way. Imagine how you’d feel if you lost Blue Moon.”

“Okay, love. If anyone else comes around I will report it.” Angel thrust up into Max again, this time getting a response.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed your touch Angel.” Max’s cock was hard as steel.

Angel had withheld sex until the doctor confirmed his concussion was not an issue and his lungs were healing fine.

“I missed you too, darlin’…and I need you, but we don’t have time right now, we need to get over to the club. Your brother wants to meet us for lunch.”

“Oh come on baby, my dick is gonna explode if I don’t release soon.”

Max ground down hard onto Angel’s cock, pushing him deeper into the plush comforter.

“Well, you will have to wait a little while longer handsome,” Angel teased as he held the end of his braid and rubbed it up and down Max’s neck, then back up to his face, feathering it over his cheek.

 

“Your hair always smells so fucking good. Feels so soft. I bet it would feel like heaven wrapped around my cock.” Max moaned. His eyes remained closed as he enjoyed the silky texture of Angel’s hair on his face. The smell of almonds and coconut assaulted his senses.

Angel’s eyes went wide at Max’s confession, and he let loose a pained moan.
Fuck yeah.
In one swift motion Max flipped them over so that Angel was on top of him. He slowly pushed Angel’s head down to his groin.

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