Tymber Dalton - The Reluctant Dom

“Because when she does something like this and can find release on her own, it’s better for her to handle it on her own. It’s helping her cope in a healthy way. She’ll come find me—or you now, too, I guess, depending on what’s happening—if she needs aftercare.”

Seth rolled his eyes. “Great. More vocabulary.”

Leah climbed out of the pool. Now it registered in Seth’s mind that she was naked. In the low light he hadn’t noticed before.

Kaden headed for his bedroom. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Seth finally got his drink of water and returned to his room in a daze.

What had he said yes to?

Despite his swirling mix of emotions, he knew he couldn’t back out now.

Seth awoke to the smell of coffee and…

Mmm. Bacon.

Leah was a great cook. He remembered his stay with them after his surgery, when she cooked every meal for him. They’d spent a lot of time talking while he was with them, with Kaden gone to work every day. Leah stayed home and took care of him. She was always comfortable to talk to.

He rolled over and looked at the clock. Seven thirty.

He was about to get up when he heard a soft tap on his door. He pulled the sheet back over him because he’d slept naked. “Yes?”

The door opened. Leah peeked in, smiling. Despite her puffy eyes the smile looked genuine. “Coffee.”

He nodded. “Thanks. I’ll come get some in a minute.”

She pushed the door open. He was relieved to see she was wearing a long T-shirt in addition to the collar. “No, silly. I have your coffee.” He realized she carried a steaming mug.

“Oh. Thank you.” He nervously smoothed the covers to hide his morning boner, then realized that might have made matters worse.

She walked the mug over to him and set it on the bedside table. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Um, it would be rude if I didn’t, babe.”

“I owe you, not the other way around.” She took a deep breath as her smile faltered before she regained it. “I’ve got maple bacon, scrambled eggs, and I’m starting the French toast now.”

“Jesus, Leah. I’m going to look like a water buffalo in a month.”

Her playful grin finally reached her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll help whip you into shape.”

She left him laughing.

He’d take a shower at his brother’s before he went to class. He dressed, then walked out to the kitchen. Leah stood at the stove. The place smelled great. He had to admit he’d really missed this. During his earlier stay, he’d quickly grown to love being with Leah and Kade.

It felt like a home. In a way he’d never felt, even with his ex-wives.

“Where’s Kade?” He took his usual place at the counter.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes.” She walked over and took his mug without asking, poured him more coffee.

“Thanks.”

She started to say something, but he held up a hand. “Listen. Y’all are just going to have to get used to me saying thank you.” Leah smiled again. He studied her. “I’m still convinced this is a really whacked-out nightmare or something. No offense, hon.”

He wished he’d kept his fucking mouth shut, because she looked sad again.

Kaden’s dying.

She nodded. “I know,” she whispered. “Me too. No offense.”

They both froze, then nervously laughed. He stood and held out his arms. She went to him, and he hugged her. For once his cock decided to behave.

“You know,” he said, “after a month you might get sick of me and toss me out on my ass.”

She pressed tighter against him. “No. Never. We’d never get sick of you, Seth. I’ll never get sick of you.”

He retook his seat while she returned to the stove. “So what does one wear to a dungeon?”

She laughed. “You’d be surprised. Jeans are okay if you want, for tonight. Black jeans if you have them. I don’t think Kade’s will fit you.”

“Don’t feel like wearing clam diggers, even if I thought I could pull them over my gut.”

“Hey, no short jokes. I can’t help it you have long legs like a freak of nature.” Kaden rounded the corner and clapped Seth on the back. “Sleep okay?”

He nodded.

Kaden crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Leah from behind, kissed the back of her neck. “Good morning, angel.”

“Good morning, handsome.”

Seth felt a little uncomfortable and tried not to watch but couldn’t help it.

He also couldn’t help the thought that both sickened and excited him, that maybe she’d say something like that to him one day.

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Crap.

Seth tried to focus on what Kaden was saying and not on watching Leah at the stove. Even with the long T-shirt, he still made out the sweet curve of her ass beneath the fabric. Kaden reached into his shorts and handed Seth a set of keys.

“For the house, cars, everything. You need a set.”

Seth hefted them. He currently had two keys, one for his car and one for his brother’s house. It felt weird having a multitude of keys again. “Thanks.”

“The playroom code is also 1218.”

“I’m not ready to tackle that yet.”

“You need to know it anyway.”

They ate in relative silence. When they finished, Leah automatically cleared their plates and gently refused Seth’s offer to help. She grabbed a personal organizer and pen from her purse. “What’s your class schedule?”

Twenty minutes later, she had all the information she needed from him. Seth had to get moving to make it to class. He hugged Leah good-bye. Kaden walked him out to his car.

He looked aged, even from the day before. It saddened Seth to realize he wasn’t going to grow old with this man, sharing stories about kids and grandkids on a front porch somewhere while they put mileage on their respective rockers. Somehow, the thought that Kaden wouldn’t be around had never, before this, crossed his mind. If anything, he thought he would be the one dying first, strong and steady Kaden always there like the moon in the sky.

“What time do you think you’ll be back?” Kaden asked.

“My class is over at one. I’ll go back to Ben’s and start packing.” He snorted in disgust. “Won’t take long. I don’t have very much.”

Kaden nodded at the Ridgeline. He’d bought it a couple of months earlier. “Why don’t you take my truck? Make it easier on you.”

Seth started to protest, then snapped his mouth shut.

Kaden’s grey eyes met his and that fucking mental heart beat—

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—threatened to take him over and drive him to his knees.

“Okay,” Seth said.

“We’ll have dinner before we go. We’ll leave around eight for the club.”

Seth nodded.

Then Kaden hugged him. He tried not to listen to the haggard, choked sound of his friend’s breathing because Seth knew it would send him over the edge.

After a long moment, Kaden stepped back and wiped his eyes. “Thanks, man,” he hoarsely said. “Seriously.”

Seth looked at the ground. “I’ve got to tell you, I’m not comfortable with some of this. I mean… Okay, yes, she’s beautiful. But she’s your wife.”

“Not anymore,” he whispered.

Seth dumbly stared at him, horrified. “Dude, you’re not dead yet! Please, don’t rush things.”

Kaden sadly smiled. “I decided the easiest way for me to get through this is to rearrange my thinking a little. It makes it easier that way. When I’m gone, she’s going to be your wife. Right now, she’s not my wife anymore, and she’s not yours. She’s ours.”

“You are fucking whacked. Even for a goddamned attorney.”