Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (63 page)

It’s the other part I have difficulty with. I lick my lips, suddenly

unsure. “What do you mean?” My voice is barely a whisper.

Zeke pulls my hand up, kisses the back of it with a gentle press of

his lips. “You want a partner and a Daddy. Someone who’ll treat you

right, but make you do things you think you don’t want to do. Who’ll

take care of you, treasure you like you should be.”

Age play isn’t really popular in our local scene. Oh, Luca indulges

me now and again, but it isn’t his kink and he’ll only go as far as

calling me puppy.

I decide to play it off. Like it isn’t a big deal that Luca’s been

revealing my secrets. “You
have
been talking.”

I try to play it off, smirk and wink.

He doesn’t buy it.

Zeke pulls me to him until my body is aligned with his, head

resting on his shoulder. “Don’t belittle yourself, what you like.” He

strokes my back, small circles, before he brings his hand to the back

of my neck, thumb rubbing the spot beneath my ear once again. “I

swear, I think I’ve already fallen in love with you even if I don’t know

a damn thing about you.”

I start, pushing on his chest so I can look in his eyes. Love is…

deep. Too deep.

“Shh… I’m not saying I
am
in love with you. Just that it’s very,

very close based on all of the stories I’ve heard over the years.” I relax

again, just listening to his deep voice. “About how your first scene

went and that Luca nearly kicked the guy’s ass, then took care of you.

And then the first time the two of you played. That you worked so

hard just to rebuild your strength and still couldn’t get back on stage

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and then you ended up at his club. Your life for the past several years

has been described in excruciating detail by that meddling man.”

I snort. Meddling is right.

I prop my chin on his chest, stealing a peek at Zeke. “Are you

disappointed?”

“Nope. You?”

“Not yet.”

“Good.” He leans closer, kisses the tip of my nose. “How about

we give it a shot, hmm? Are your limits still condoms, no fluids,

nothing but bruises and no sharing?”

Fuck, but he knows me. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” This time, he brushes his lips across mine, a hint of a

kiss, before he pulls away. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night from the

club. We’ll have dinner.”

I nod. My shift ends pretty early. It’d be a late dinner, but still

dinner. I’m a little disappointed we don’t get skin to skin right now,

but he’s doing it the right way.

I hate it.

But then he’s moving away from me, nudging me aside while he

rolls from the bed, tromps toward the bedroom door.

“Wha—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little one. Come let me out.”

Grumbling, I follow him, pouting the whole way.

At the door, he calls me on it. “Quit it, Tev. I’ll see you tomorrow

night. I may even watch you dance. You can give me a private show,

okay?”

Zeke leans down for another kiss and I rise up to meet him,

anxious for a real taste. Our lips start out soft, learning, before he

opens his mouth, tongue sneaking out for a taste and I return the

favor. He’s earthy and dark and sweet at the same time. All musk and

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man as I slip my tongue into his mouth, explore and take whatever

he’ll give me.

He wraps his arms around my waist, hoists me higher against him

and deepens the kiss. I can’t
not
return the embrace, pull him closer

and breathe him in.

My cock’s hard, wanting, needy… but I’m focused on him, on

dragging a deep moan from his chest, giving and taking whatever he’s

got until he pulls away and, damn it, I whimper at the loss like the

puppy Luca calls me.

He rests his forehead against mine. We’re breathing each other’s

air, panting. I can feel the rapid tattoo of his heartbeat against my

chest and I smile, knowing he’s as affected as I am.

Then again, his hard cock could’ve told me that, too.

“You are too much, little one.”

I whimper, this time in need instead of begging. God, I want. The

kiss, his body, those names. All of it just gets to me.

Zeke eases me down his body, muscle after muscle meeting me.

“Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow.”

With that, he’s out the door, closing it behind him with a soft click

and I flip the deadbolt.

Tomorrow.

Tonight’s song has a deep bass line, throbbing in time with my

heart. I keep scanning the crowd, but Zeke’s nowhere to be seen and I

tamp down my disappointment.

It wasn’t a promise, right? He didn’t say, “Tevin, I promise I’ll see

you tomorrow.”

Nope, he didn’t.

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The bouncer is a bit more vigilant after what happened with

Marcus. An eye on me and a bigger one on the crowd, making sure

they don’t get out of hand.

Of course, last time, it was Marcus’ fault.

It’s not long until I’m down to the G, dancing and feeling my way

across the stage, giving the kiddies something good to see.

It’s then that I spy Zeke sitting in one of the chairs in the back.

He’s slumped down, legs extended and spread before him, hand

resting on his hip and dangerously close to his fly.

God. Damn.

Tonight.

Music’s thumping harder and I know the end is coming. I almost

snort. Coming.

Except, tonight my cock’s twitching at the idea that Zeke’s

watching me. His entire focus is on me. That twitch turns half-hard

and I’m actually enjoying pinching my nipples, fingers sliding over

sweat-soaked skin, easing beneath the fabric, surrounding my cock.

Fuck, it feels so good. Not just good, but fucking phenomenal.

Because not only am I touching myself in front of strangers, but

Zeke’s there, too. And I’m imagining it’s Zeke’s callused hand sliding

along my shaft. Zeke growling the words to the song as he pleasures

me, gives and takes with each thump of the speakers.

I increase my speed, the pressure, with each note. Struggling

toward release. The pole is at my back, cool in the stifling heat, but it

doesn’t ease the burn.

I pinch my nipple, tug hard and then rub away the pinch. Bite my

lip to keep quiet. Not that the pervs would mind. I’m not sure if they

can tell that it’s real this time or if they just enjoy a good show.

Doesn’t matter. ‘Cause I search out Zeke, find him still sitting in

the chair, but now his hand is on his fly and rubbing his length. Yeah.

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Yeah.
I’m doing that to him. My performance is getting him hot and

bothered and I wish it was his hand I was fucking.

I am fucking now, dick sliding through the circle of my fingers,

sweat acting as lube. Faster and faster I move, eyes on Zeke, begging

him to let me come. Somehow, his permission is suddenly the most

important thing in the world.

I am so totally fucked.

I’m jacking myself fast now and I’m sure the idiots in the

audience can see it all. My cock and balls on display as I practically

rip myself out of the spandex.

Fuck it.

I’m practically fucking air, aching and wanting until the pleasure

is coursing through my veins like a drug. It’s tingling along my spine,

gathering and growing with each passing second. I’m so close it’s

laughable, but I refuse to push over until he says I can.

Damn it, this is hard.

And I want something in my ass.

Preferably Zeke.

The crowd’s getting rowdier, pushing my arousal and need higher

with each hoot and holler. Fuck ‘em.

It’s all centered around my dick now, balls drawn up tight, ready

to explode as soon as I relax. I swear to fucking god he better do

something soon.

As if on cue, he nods and I come, liquid spurting from the tip of

my cock, coating my hand and G in cum as spasm after spasm of pure

ecstasy course through me, out of me.

Dimly, I know that the crowd is freaking the fuck out, that I’m

probably fired and that I’m sure I’ll get paddled for the display.

I can’t seem to care. Not when Zeke looks at me like he’s a

starving man and I’m a steak.

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I slump against the pole, cum coating my hand, the tops of my

thighs. Fuck it. I’m just going to catch my breath and then I’ll hustle

off stage to grab my things. Tremors are still working their way

through me, tiny shards of pleasure reminding me of what I’ve just

done.

Good just can’t describe it.

Between one blink and the next, the bouncer is there, shoving me

toward the side of the stage, growling and bitching the whole time

while trying to yell at the customers. I don’t even get to grab my

costume.

Then again, I doubt Zeke will let me keep working here even if

I’m not fired.

I get shoved through the doorway and still. Wait. Do I want him to

be able to let me do things? Let him let me do what I’d like.

Kinda.

Yeah.

The idea freaks me the fuck out cause I know I’m jumping ahead

of myself. Way ahead.

Cum is coating my upper thighs and groin, sliding down my legs

as I make my way to the dressing room. It’s there that I’m met by a

grim-faced Luca.

I can practically feel the anger, disappointment and confusion

warring within.

I don’t slip past him into the room, instead, make my stand in the

hallway. Face him.

“You’re taking at least a week. Maybe more.” He sighs, shakes his

head. “I don’t know what to do with you, Tevin. You’re a friend, an

employee and something to the man in there. And
he’s
the closest to a

brother I’ve got.” His jaw is clench, vein ticking.

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God, I’ve never felt shame before. Not ever. But I cross my hands

over my groin, hide myself, and I feel about a foot tall. I don’t know

what the hell to say. So I don’t.

Luca runs a hand through his hair, showing me how frustrated he

is. “Get in there. I’ll get in touch.” He spins on his heel and stomps

away, leaving me alone in the dimly lit corridor.

Taking a deep breath, I head into the dressing room and come face

to face with Zeke. A very angry, very disappointed, Zeke.

“Zeke—”

“Not a word.” He points at a chair. “Sit.”

I lick my lips, mouth suddenly dry, and sink onto the seat, hands

still covering the front of my g-string protectively.

Zeke stomps closer, arms crossed over his chest, frown firmly in

place as he glowers at me. “You shared something, with a bunch of

strangers, that should have been mine,
boy
, and you nearly caused a

riot in Luca’s club.”

The name boy didn’t elicit my normal reaction and served to only

make me feel smaller. I bow my head. I can’t look at him, see the

truth of his words, his feelings. I’m attached already and hurting him,

angering him, was the last thing I wanted. I just wanted…

“Have anything to say for yourself?”

I nibble my lower lip, “I, um, wasn’t thinking?” A sigh escapes

my lips. “I wanted to give you a good show. I saw you, how excited

you were and I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“So, you didn’t think of the consequences. You didn’t remember

Luca’s rules or the fact that your pleasure should belong to me?”

Luca’s rules. Okay, I fucked that up, but it’s not like Zeke and I

had a “real” commitment or agreement, or anything. I pop from the

seat, crane my head and glare at him. “Does it? We haven’t exactly

agreed on that, have we?”

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Zeke growls, bends down until we’re eye-level. “Fine. We do

now. You’re mine. Got it?”

I poke him in the chest and I know it’s like poking a bear, but he’s

pissing me off now. “No, not fine. You don’t get to rule my life just

‘cause you’re hot and growly and make my dick hard. My dick does