kept treating him with kid gloves, and it was beginning to make Ryan more than a little annoyed. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge. Got to actually step up and take charge if you want to top him. The voice in the back of his mind sounded very suspiciously like his wolf. It wasn’t actually words, but it was the meaning behind them that was expressed through a series of pictures and feelings. Yeah, yeah. I get it. Be a Dom . It was hard with Bradley though. Ryan had his own hang-ups about the situation, and that made getting into the proper mindset a little difficult.
He flicked the blinker on as they took a right onto Triton Street. At the end of the road, Mac’s was already in full swing. The bikes were lined up outside in neat rows, and the cars were parked behind that. It would be hard finding a parking spot this time of night, but if all else failed, Ryan was fairly confident that Mac wouldn’t have Alpha’s car towed from the employees’ parking lot around back. Though it was Ryan’s lunch, it was actually more of a late dinner than anything. The shop didn’t open until noon, so that meant they had later nights than most folks kept.
“It looks like a barn,” Bradley said, looking concerned. Luckily there was a parking spot on the far end of the lot. It wasn’t that bad. It looked like every other steak joint that Ryan had come across. Of course the big biker’s welcome sign and rough-cut wood may have added a more rustic touch than most places had.
Ryan glanced over at his companion. “It isn’t fancy, but I promise you the food will turn your mouth into an oral orgy of taste.”
“I’ll take what you give me. I’m not picky,” Bradley said, offering him a shrug. Somehow Ryan had a difficult time believing that. Bradley seemed to have a damn opinion about everything. Why did the quality turn him on? Most of the club subs were eager to please, anxious to obey, and unwilling to give so much as their opinion on the temperature of the room because they were scared to disagree with a Dom on anything. Bradley was refreshing. His wit and charm coupled with his stubbornness was just an appealing combination. That had to be it.
Ryan put the car in park and cut the engine. “Being my sub is going to involve more than some kinky sex and the occasional spanking. There is much more involved with it.” Why did I blurt that out ?
The human nodded. “I know. In the book, the sub had to learn all kinds of rules and stuff. I’m willing to go wherever I need to go, Ryan. Just show me how.”
“After we eat and drop the stuff off to the shop, you and I are going to my house to discuss some things. They won’t make you comfortable, but there are things I need to know before I plan out something for you on Friday.” I’m possessed !
The grateful smile that crossed Bradley’s face twisted his heart into a knot. Damn. He’s beautiful when he does that . It made him want to suck on that full bottom lip and play with the four thin rings that captured it. “Whatever you need from me. I’ll give it to you.” The words that every Dom wanted to hear seemed sweeter coming from a place of total sincerity. Bradley wasn’t just aiming to get off in their little encounter. He seemed to genuinely want to please. The only motivation and goal seemed to be Ryan becoming his, and that in itself was an intoxicating thing. To be wanted was one thing. To be needed was something else entirely.
“Let’s go. You’re skinny as a rail and need the food.” Ryan opened his car door and rolled out of the vehicle. Bradley followed, and Ryan resisted the urge to drape his arm around the human’s shoulders as they walked through the front door. It was impulsive and more of a way for him to mark Bradley as taken than anything else. He resisted, but it was a bigger struggle than he wanted it to be.
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