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Dante’s frustration was ebbing, but still, he had to keep voicing it. “If we don’t? He’s got a billion dollars, Blaine!”
“Then why hide away in the middle of nowhere, where he can’t have any fun for fear of being seen? Sure, he might travel around right now, and he might be close, but he’s already been to North America and South America. We have the world’s best security. We’ve got mean, tough people all over that ranch to deal with him if he even shows his face.”
If there was ever anyone that could talk him off a cliff, it was Blaine. His lovely, sexy husband. “Okay, okay, but there’s one more thing.”
“What? God, you’re so frustrating.”
“I know, I know, but indulge me, BB.”
Blaine’s sweet smile sent his heart beating much too fast. “Fine. I will indulge you.”
Dante’s voice became a husky growl. “Get your fucking clothes off. If we’re heading back home, it’s going to be with your hole nice and sore from me using you like a nasty whore.”
Blaine’s jaw dropped and a long breath escaped his beautiful mouth. “Not fair.”
“You were going to fuck me in the ass? Did I hear that right?”
“I was trying to get your attention!”
“You got it. Now you might regret it.”
Dante stood slowly while watching his sweet husband panting like a dog in an August sun.
“Why are you still dressed?”
Blaine jumped up and started tearing at his clothes, frustrating grunts emitting from his throat as his shirt kept giving him trouble. Dante chuckled quietly, letting Blaine fight with his shirt until it was off him and on the floor, then he fell back on the bed to unbutton his white slacks, lifting his butt, then letting it drop, lifting his legs and moving them like he was riding an invisible bike to get them off his legs.
It was all very comical, and not only did Dante need sex to take his worry, but he needed the laughter too. When Blaine had finally ditched all his clothes, he scooted up on the bed and tried to blow off the comedy by getting into a seductive pose.
Leaning back on his elbows, eyes half-lidded, one knee bent while the other lay straight, he blew a kiss at Dante, and Dante started laughing so hard, he fell to the rug and leaned on the mattress. “Oh, God, Blaine! What the fuck?”
Blaine came down to the rug with him and pushed him playfully. “Ass!”
“Sorry, BB, that was hilarious. That pose, Jesus.”
“I guess it was pretty funny. It’s good to see you laugh.”
Dante stretched out an arm and wrapped it around Blaine’s neck. “I needed it. I needed you. I guess it was good to get away from it all for a day or two. There is so much left to do, so much left to build, and there is one man, one fucking man that is throwing a wrench in the works.”
“You’re one man, Dante Carrillo, and you’ve done incredible things. You turned a dungeon in the Mexican desert from a place of sorrow and abuse into a thriving place where men go to get higher education, gain confidence in themselves and move on to do great things. You bring rival groups together and soon they’re working toward shared goals, enriching their families. You set up scholarships for Prince’s friends without blinking an eye because he asked. Those kids that he cared for, without even meeting them, you helped them. Now you’re making a new home for so many, giving them a place where they can be open, proud and have fun. All the things I love about you, Dante, what makes me love you more every day? You’ve done that. And you’ll give me kids. You’ll give us a home where we’re safe and happy. It’s not in you to fail.”
Blaine saw him. Dante couldn’t always see himself, but in Blaine’s eyes, he saw himself. “It started when I met you, BB. I don’t think I would have done half these things if I wasn’t so fucking happy that you made me yours.”
“I know.”
Dante chuckled again. “Conceited too.”
“I have a man like you in love with me. I should be conceited.”
After kissing the tip of Blaine’s nose, he whispered, “Get back on the bed. I want to make love with you our way.”
“Our way. Yes…Master.”
As he was busy getting on the bed, Dante moved to the closet. They hadn’t brought with them any of their toys or anything they used for playtime. Those were all in storage or in one of their other homes.
What he had were ties. He’d used them before, and they were handy in a pinch. Dante only purchased the best ties, so they’d be soft against Blaine’s skin. He took three off the hanger and ran the silky material over his palm while walking back to the bed.
Blaine’s blush reddened his face, neck and upper chest beautifully. He knew he was about to be tied, vulnerable to Dante, and that was his favorite thing, to give himself to his husband.
