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“I’d love that! How long will you be here?”
Joel looked up to Burke, who said, “You know we’re staying a couple weeks, honey.”
“That’s perfect. I’m busy for the next couple days, but I’ll be free after. Let’s do it Saturday.”
“Okay, sure thin’!”
“You just made his day,” Damon confided.
Dante said, “How is your house?”
Sel almost forgot they’d built a small house for the partners for when they visited Montana. It was in the mafia compound, but separated from the main area, much like his own house.
“It’s beautiful, comfortable. Can’t thank you enough, Dante, for all this. It’s special, this place,” Damon told him.
“You started it. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. I’m wanted at the hotel.”
Sel followed his uncle and Indio was by his side. “Is anything wrong?”
“No, Sel, of course not. I have a friend coming in today. Why don’t you and Indio go mingle around, then ready yourselves for tonight, if you’re going to Cowpokes.”
“We are, but don’t worry, I have a robe to wear until you leave.”
“Bless you.”
Indio took him home that afternoon and they both lay in bed, happy, talking about the resort and after a lot of kissing, took a nap to be fresh for the night.
That would be the first time Indio publicly expressed his domination of Sel. They’d signed the contracts, and talked so much, even they were sick of all of the conversations, but each was important. They had the best coaches they could ask for, and Indio took it all terribly serious.
Another conversation revolved around Indio’s past. They were in bed, Sel laying close to him, caressing over his chest as he told his story. He just started, no prompting, and Sel listened, trying not to soak Indio’s chest with his tears.
Indio told of his drunken father, how he was nearly always in a rage. He hated kids, hated women, ran around with other women, bringing his wife a terrible disease. Indio didn’t know what it was, as she refused to say it aloud, but it worked on her until she became a shell of herself.
After she wasn’t as fun to abuse, he started on Indio, and his favorite thing was to light a cigarette and tell his son that he was a piece of scum, and the best way to kill scum was to burn it out. So, he’d hold Indio’s arm and burn it with the lit cigarette.
Another confession was that Indio didn’t like seeing his eyes in the mirror. He got his light green eyes from his father. He said he could always tell by his father’s eyes what kind of mood he was in.
Sel’s heart broke over that, picturing it all in his mind. There was little wonder why Indio had been so resistant to any kind of fondness. He further explained to Sel that he sometimes dreamed of his old man, and when he did, he could get violent in his sleep.
That is why, at first, they didn’t spend the entire night together.
It was also why Indio was scared to get too heavy-handed with Sel during their play.
He not only understood, he agreed. They would have to work on things for a very long time to make Indio trust Sel completely, and more, to trust himself.
When they woke, Indio was grumbling. He was always cranky when he woke. Sel silently loved that he knew that about him. “It’s too hot for coffee,” he reminded Indio.
“I know. It’s almost time to go.”
Sel looked at his phone and saw Indio was right. They were to help greet people with Dante, Blaine, Jace, Roland and Tango at the entrance to Cowpokes. “It’s only five, but we have two hours. How about we go get showered and then dressed, and have a little something to eat before we head out?”
“Perfect. I could eat.”
What Sel didn’t know was that Indio had an entirely different idea of eating.
After his shower, he went to his closet and pulled out his garment bag with his outfit for the night. Indio came into the room and said, “Bend over the bed.”
He was naked, hair dripping over his shoulders and running down his perfect chest, but what was more interesting was that his cock was rock hard and standing in front of his stomach.
