Roni Loren - Call On Me

Pike shook his head, but before he could annoy his friend more, his phone beeped. He’d included himself on the appointments he’d made for Oakley. He reached forward to grab his cell but Gibson swiped it off the coffee table first.

“Let’s see what’s going on in Pike world.”

“What the fuck, man?” Pike stretched toward Gib. “Give me that.”

“Are we keeping you from something? All this beeping. Sounds like you’re real busy,” Gib said, mischief in his eyes, revenge in his grasp.

Pike pushed himself off the couch to go for the phone but Gibson was already reading the screen. “‘Get out of the bath and put on something sexy. Allotted time: ten minutes.’”

“Give me the goddamned phone.” He yanked it from Gib’s hand.

Gib was already laughing. “What the hell? You reminding yourself to get pretty for us tonight?”

Pike flipped him off and sat on the arm of the couch.

“Or wait,” Gibson said, eyes alight. “Maybe all this talk of subbing is because you’re the one answering to a domme this evening.”

“Fuck off, Gib. Unlike some people, I’ve got no hang-ups about playing on that side if I get the itch.”

“No,” Foster said, leaning forward, shit-eating grin on his face. “That’s not it. You’ve been distracted all night. You’re the one telling someone else to do that, aren’t you?”

Pike didn’t respond.

“Is it that woman we saw at Wicked?”

“Wait, what woman?” Gib asked.

Foster’s smile went smug. “Pike’s got the hots for a mom at Bluebonnet Place. Sent her a big box of sex toys for a how-ya-doin’ gift.”

“Wait, what ? You’re sleeping with someone who works for Tessa? Dude. Not cool.”

Pike scowled. “Hey, weren’t you the one who told me to find a normal woman?”

Gibson gave him the are-you-kidding-me glare. “Not one at the charity, idiot. I told Kade you’d be—”

“Look, I’m not sleeping with her, all right? Haven’t even kissed her. I’m just …”

“Telling her what to do and when to do it,” Foster said, his mouth tilting up at the corner. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He didn’t either. Though he’d topped women at The Ranch on occasion, it was all just fun and games, not the real dominance people like Foster wielded in the bedroom. That always seemed like too much work. Why waste all the energy on building trust with someone you’d only be with one night? But he couldn’t deny that the thought of Oakley doing exactly as he instructed had left him fighting a hard-on all night. “I have my moments.”

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