If You Still Want Me by CE Kilgore Page A

that damn near blows my mind.
    Those subtle ways he commands my body - a touch,
a gentle pull, a stern glance - it has me lit up in ways I don't
get from Vickie's whip. It's different, and I can only imagine what
they could do to me together. My whole body convulses at the
idea.
    He pulls away from the kiss, leavin' me panting
with a tiny whine. I try to reestablish my lips to his, but he tugs
on my hair to keep me still. I playfully fight against the hold,
and his eyes darken.
    Damn, he likes it, and it's my pleasure to keep
it going. "You gonna make me wait all night, cowboy?"
    "You said you wanted me to make love to you,
yes?"
    " Sí, " I grin. Okay, so I know a little Spanish.
    "Then," he nips my chin but pulls away too
quickly for me to make a counter move. "We're gonna do this right.
First, you're gonna get into the shower while I order pizza and
check in with Brandon."
    I whimper at the idea of havin' to wait any
longer to have my hands on his naked body. His grip on my hair
tightens, making my cock weep with me. "Do I gotta?"
    "A horse ride followed by five hours in the car
says you do. Plus, you barely ate anything at brunch."
    "I was too worried ta' eat," I pout, my fingers
tweaking one of his nipples through the fabric.
    He grabs my wrist while pulling me away from his
body by my hair. "That's why you need to eat. Please, Saul. For
me?"
    The move and the request has all my engines
fired up. I think Austin's been watchin' all the things that go on
at The Stables. I think he's been watchin' and takin' notes.
    Even without the club or the leather, I still
crave this dominance. I need it. It's part of how my brain
functions.
    I'm sure there's reasons behind it, tied to
certain things that I don't like to discuss with myself, but I
don't think it much matters how I got this way. I enjoy it. I think
Austin's enjoying it, too, an' that makes me happier than I've been
in a long time.
    "Yes, sir," I reply, lowerin' my eyes in
submission while the smile on my lips grows just a bit.
    Austin gently tugs my tall height down, kisses
my forehead then lets me go. "Good boy. Go on, then."
    He swats my ass as I turn towards the bathroom,
and I swagger a bit to the sound 'a his chuckling behind me. I
think we're startin' ta figure ourselves out, me an' my best
friend, and I can't wait ta' see what happens next. Vickie gave me
freedom last night - I get that now. I'm gonna use that gift, then
me an' Austin are gonna bring her home, together.
     

Victoria
     
    I know the days are supposed to be getting
longer, but today feels like it's dragging its feet towards a
drawn-out death. Tabitha, great planner that she is, decided we
should spend the whole New Year's Day at her house. I'm all for
spending time with family, but she started off with pancakes at
eight this morning, and now we're playing cards at seven in the
evening after eating a full-course, pot roast dinner. The woman is
eight and a half months pregnant, but she has no idea how to slow
down.
    I have to admit, I envy her a bit, even as she
was telling me I was peeling the carrots wrong. Sometimes, I wonder
what my life would be like if I'd been more like Tabi. She chose a
husband and kids over a career. Sure, you can have all three, but
it's hard. I respect but don't necessarily want to be someone who
tries to have it all.
    I chose a career I enjoy and a lifestyle that
doesn't exactly fit in with a husband, two-point-five kids and a
dog. I like working with my friends and being Brandon's Accounts
Manager. I like dealing with numbers and going after unpaid
invoices. I like the club and its lifestyle. I love Saul and
Austin.
    Saul and Austin.
    Damn, I hope they're back at Brandon's estate
working themselves out. When I called Saul back last night, I could
hardly make out what he was saying through his sobs. I realized
right then that I had to lift some of the weight off both our
shoulders so we could take some steps forward without continuing to
sink into the mud beneath our