The Reluctant Dom (32 page)

Seth had a thought and made a couple of phone calls. Kaden would be surprised but he wouldn't let Leah balk and spoil Seth's fun.

The night of the banquet, Seth finalized his plans and rode with them in Leah's Lexus to Sarasota. As the organizer, Leah introduced the keynote speaker, a county commissioner. Then she returned to sit between her two men. Under the table, she reached out a hand to each and held them.

Seth worried everyone watched them. No one did, of course. No one could even see.

At one point after the food was served, Seth slipped out to the car to take care of his plans. He smiled, knowing that while Leah might be a little irritated at him at first, she would thank him later.

He knew Kaden would.

After dinner there was dancing. Seth hated to dance. He sat back and watched as Kaden and Leah gracefully moved around the floor with other couples. They looked so perfect together. Seth knew Kaden had lost a pound or two but his skin color still looked normal. The typical jaundice hadn't set in yet, might not for a while. A few times he'd caught Kaden looking a little queasy. Kaden had sworn him to secrecy on those incidents.

Still, at the last doctor visit he was doing well, all things considered.

Seth slipped outside for some air. He stood and stared at the well-decorated atrium. In some ways, this Christmas was the best and worst of his life. Best because he felt like, for the first time since he'd left home, that he was part of a family again. Not even with his exes had he felt like that. Was that a fault on his part, or theirs, or both? And the worst...

Well, obviously.

Thank God Kaden wouldn't die this Christmas. Not with Leah's birthday so close to the day. That would push her over the edge.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned and looked into Leah's green eyes.

“Hey, why are you out here?”

He shrugged and offered up a wan smile. “Just needed some air.”

“Will you come dance with me? Please?”

“I think you should go dance with Kaden. I'm a sucky dancer.” The music drifted out to them through the doorway.

“One dance?” Her green eyes melted him.

“One. Right here.” He opened his arms and enfolded her. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and slowly swayed in time with the music. He'd give her this much tonight, because he wanted her happy. But he wanted her focus to be on Kaden.

At the end of the song he kissed the top of her head and gently patted her ass. “Go back inside. I'll be there in a minute.”

She went.

He took a deep, ragged breath. It would be lonely this weekend without them at home but it was for the best. He'd have, hopefully, a lifetime with her.

After.

Kaden wouldn't.

When he knew he could maintain his façade, he finally walked inside.

* * * *

While Leah consulted with the caterer about some last minute dessert logistics, Seth moved to sit next to Kaden. “Hey. Need to talk to you.”

“What?”

“When it's time to leave, the two of you go on without me, okay?”

He frowned. “What?”

“Don't ask questions, dude.” He glanced around to make sure they weren't being overheard. “It's my birthday present to Leah, and my Christmas present to both of you. Don't let her call me either. You'll find a note in the car explaining it. I want you both to have fun. Don't you dare let her spoil this for me.”

Kaden nodded and leaned in to hug him. “Thanks.” He clapped him on the back. “How will you get home?”

“Already under control. Just keep her on a leash.” Seth laughed. “Well, you know what I mean. I'll see you guys sometime late Sunday.”

“Okay. I appreciate it.”

Kaden would laugh when he saw the extras Seth had packed for them. Not just clothes—mostly clothes for Kaden, because Leah wouldn't need many—but a few of the less extreme toys.

More than enough for them to have some creative fun over the weekend.

They would spend the weekend at a beach-side resort on Longboat Key. There would be a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for them. And hopefully a sweet weekend of memories for Leah.

Seth waited until Leah had disappeared again to handle something to make his exit. He'd already programmed the taxi company's number into his cell so he'd have it. Within fifteen minutes, he was riding south.

Toward home.

Seth loosened his tie and stared out the window at the passing landscape.
Home alone.

“So'd you have a little too much to drink tonight, buddy?” the driver asked to make conversation.

Seth shook his head. “Nope. Not nearly enough, I'm afraid.”

“Car break down?”

He sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. “Nope. I was odd man out. Wanted to give my friends some time alone. You know how that goes.”

“Ah.”

Fortunately the driver fell silent, opting to listen to stale Christmas songs on a local station. When they reached the gate, Seth leaned forward and paid the fare. “I'll get out here and walk. I need the air. It's not far.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I know the way home.”

He got out and punched in the code, waited for the gate to open enough he could slip through, and walked back to the house.

The holiday lights, now set on a timer system, welcomed him as he reached their drive. He spent a few minutes walking through the displays, trying to put off the inevitable.

They would be heading to the resort.

Inside, the hollow sound of his dress shoes on the tile floor echoed back at him. He turned on the Christmas tree lights and living room TV before walking to his room. He turned his TV on too, and kicked off his shoes. He started to drop the tux on the bed, thought better of it. Just because Leah wasn't around was no reason for him to be a slob. He'd had plenty of years experience picking up after himself.

He neatly hung the tux in the closet. She'd take care of it Monday, he knew. Get it to the cleaners. Not that he'd ever use it again, probably.

Then again, he might. Knowing Leah, she'd drag him to any banquet she could.

And he'd go.

He slipped on a pair of sleeping shorts and padded out to the kitchen. It was tempting to make himself a drink but he opted for fixing a mug of the herbal tea Leah was making Kaden drink by the gallon. He damn sure didn't need to be drunk tonight, alone, when it would be hard enough to keep the bad and depressing thoughts at bay. And he damn sure didn't need the extra calories. He was almost pleased when he looked in the mirror, his old Army body finally visible without years of accumulated flab in the way.

He didn't want to lose the progress.

It was nearly midnight when he settled on the couch in front of the TV and surfed until he found a stupid holiday horror movie. An axe murderer dressed as Santa, terrorizing some sorority sisters.

Tits, ass, terror and tinsel. What a combo.

He settled in for a long night alone.

* * * *

He awoke the next morning on the couch with a crick in his neck.

Well, won't have to make my own bed, at least.

He started a pot of coffee before going to take a shower. Then he poured himself a mug and walked down to the end of the driveway to get the paper.

He turned the living room TV to one of the digital music stations, a classic rock channel. He turned the volume up loud so it blared through the stereo speakers and made the subwoofer throb.

Very loud.

Loud enough he couldn't hear the empty house.

Leaving the sliders open so he could hear the music, he took the singletail outside and practiced for two hours with both arms, until his palms and arms were sore.

Then he swam for nearly an hour.

He silently screamed the music lyrics in his mind, trying to drone out all other thoughts. For the few songs he didn't know he focused on the bassline and tried to chant that.

He used a rolled-up blanket to practice ropework for an hour.

Another swim.

Repeat.

Seth realized around four that he'd forgotten to eat both breakfast and lunch.

Fuck.

Maybe that was why he felt sick to his stomach.

He fixed a bowl of cereal before walking over to the TV. He turned it off.

The sudden silence sent chills down his spine. He nearly threw up.

TV on. Oh boy.
Definitely
on.

He turned the volume down and found a college football game on the Deuce. He didn't give a shit about either team, knew nothing about them. But he cheered each play regardless of who came out ahead.

By seven, he was pacing the house.

kaden'sdyingkaden'sdying

Finally, he forced himself to sit on the couch.

He turned off the TV.

Seth heard the tick of the coffee pot in the kitchen—
fuck, forgot to turn that off
—the sound of the air handler in the hall as it ran, the pool pump chugging outside on the lanai.

He screamed.

Seth closed his eyes and let out a deep, long, gut-twisting primal cry of rage and grief and hopelessness—

kaden'sdyingkaden'sdyingKADEN'SDYINGGODDAMMIT

ITSNOTFUCKINGFAIRTHATKADEN'SDYINGANDI'MNOT

—until he fell over on his side and sobbed himself to sleep on the couch.

* * * *

Around two a.m., Seth awoke and realized he was still lying on the couch. He walked to the kitchen, shut off the coffee pot. Thank God he hadn't burned down the fucking house.

My house.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the mental heartbeat threatened to return but apparently his mini-meltdown had helped.

Seth switched the TV on and found another stupid B-movie marathon on one of the premium channels.

He grabbed a pillow from his bed, curled up on the couch, then fell asleep again.

* * * *

Sunday morning he awoke around dawn. The TV droned on despite his inattention.

Seth felt dead inside.

He sincerely hoped they were having a good time. In his note to Kaden, he'd specifically requested they not call to check in. He claimed it was because he wanted them to have a good time and focus on each other.

In reality, he knew damn well it would fuck his mind if they did. He'd suspected he would feel achingly lonely without Kaden and Leah around. Hearing them talk about how good a time they were having wouldn't help him any. He didn't want them to feel guilty if he couldn't sound convincingly cheerful enough.

Seth didn't predict, however, how bad he'd feel. How dead inside.

Not just without Leah, but without Kaden.

It had become so natural to chat over breakfast every morning, then around dinner every night. Playing guitars and singing together. Working with the two of them during sessions or learning from them.

The three of them making love.

And this preview of what his life was about to become...

Yes, Leah would be there.

But Kaden wouldn't.

Fuck.

He needed to get his shit together and get his fucking head on straight before they got home. Leah would be all over him like white on rice if she suspected he'd been upset while they were gone.

Their check-out time was three. He'd requested Kaden stay and use the full time. Whether they would was another matter entirely.

At least an hour to drive home.

If they stopped to eat on the way, more time.

His day progressed much as Saturday had, trying to keep himself busy and distracted. When three o'clock rolled around, Seth found himself pacing again.

A little after five, he heard the sound of tires in the drive and looked.

A huge sigh of relief. They were back.

Leah's beaming smile as she jumped out of the car and ran to hug him on the front porch warmed his heart.

He swung her around and buried his face in her hair.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much!”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah. A lot of fun. But I missed you.”

He gave her one final squeeze before releasing her. “I missed you too, babe. Both of you.”

“Did you eat?”

And so it started. He laughed. “I did manage to take care of myself while you were gone, yes. No wild parties, and no messes.” He walked down to help Kaden with the bags.

Kaden's face looked a little younger than on Friday. He also hugged Seth. “Thanks, buddy.”

“Hey, least I could do.” Seth grabbed a bag.

When Leah walked inside, Kaden grabbed Seth's arm. “You really okay?”

Seth didn't meet his friend's eyes. “Yeah. I'm okay.”

Kaden refused to let go.

Seth finally took a deep breath and shrugged. “Preview of coming attractions, that's all. I'm fine now that you two are home. I needed a little alone time to blow off some steam.”

That seemed good enough for Kaden. He let him go and they walked into the house.

* * * *

Three more dinners and parties. On Christmas morning, Leah burst through Seth's bedroom door and flung herself at the bed. She landed squarely on top of him and barely missed nailing him in the nuts with her knee.

“Good morning!”

In a fit of Christmas spirit, Kaden had equipped her with a red and green holiday collar, complete with several jingle bells.

Their own little pornographic elf.

Seth blearily looked at her. “What time is it?”

“It's seven!” She kissed him and sat up, straddling him, bouncing on top of him. “We need to open presents!"'

He groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. “Babe, dinner isn't until eight tonight. Couldn't you let me sleep in a little?” Guests weren't expected to arrive until at least five.

She yanked the pillow out of his hands and smacked him with it. “No. Come on, you have to get up. Now.” She climbed off him and started tugging on his arm.

He grabbed her, dragged her back into bed with him and kissed her. Her protests weakened and stopped as he slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit.

“Why don't we elf around a little?” he joked as he nipped the side of her neck.

She started to squirm in his arms, giving in. Then, she stiffened and pushed him away. “No. Come on! Presents!” She rolled off the other side of the bed, out of his reach.