The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) by Sorcha Black Page B
Authors: Sorcha Black
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not yours to paw at, you overgrown fucktard.” She stalked off before he could apologi ze.
There was just something about her that made him take liberties. Obviously, it wasn’t that she liked it and was giving him come-hither signals. Maybe the fact that Saya wanted him to have her was the issue. It was giving him too many ideas. Or maybe it was that he was so used to domming Saya that he didn’t know how to act around other women he found attractive. It had been a long time since he’d used any of his girl-hunting tactics. He’d been a teenager at the time, and not exactly suave.
Mack laughed aloud and rammed into him, which distracted him from feeling like a tool. After a few minutes, the song ended and there was a lull. Voices rose up around them as the guys on stage fiddled with equipment. Ramsay’s gaze strayed in the direction of the table and the crowd shifted intermittently to allow a brief glimpse of the women sitting together. Was Winter complaining to Saya? He needed to talk to her.
“Don’t worry about it, fuck.” Mack grabbed his shoulder to stop him from going, then let go of him like his skin was acid. “If you go running after her to apologi ze, she’ll think you’re weak. Most girls like the sensitive type, but Winter has no use for a guy that tiptoes around and hopes she notices him. Just treat her like a friend and eventually she might look your way.”
Was Mack really talking to him about the best way to mess around with Winter? He should have had another beer before attempting this conversation. “So seriously, what is your plan? I know you and I have been joking about sharing them, just to see what it’s like, but are you serious?”
Mack’s dark gaze met his. His cheeks were still flushed from jumping around, and he had a bruise forming over his eye from an earlier collision in the mosh pit. For an awkward moment Ramsay noticed that his lashes were so dark it almost looked like he was wearing eyeliner, but he wasn’t. Were straight guys supposed to notice those things about other guys?
He realized he was staring and tried to look away – to make this exchange look casual to the people that milled around them, but no one seemed to be watching, anyway.
“I’m game for whatever you want to do.”
Fuck.
Mack’s words were said in such a way that made it obvious he was offering himself, as well.
“We need to talk.”
He led the way toward the exit then stopped and glanced back to check on Saya. She was smiling at Winter, laughing at something she’d said. She’d be okay for a few minutes. His entire body was hyperaware that Mack was behind him, following obediently. Instead of heading out the front door, he took the back exit that led into the loading area. They’d been at Sprawl so often lately that the bouncers just nodded to them as they passed.
The door banged shut behind them and they were alone in the dirty alleyway, aside from a dumpster and whatever vermin made it their temporary home. Alone. How the fuck had this seemed like a good idea?
He was turned on just thinking about the fact that the last time they’d been alone things had gotten out of hand. That pissed him off. How dare Mack make him question such a well-known part of himself? Ramsay Park wasn’t into guys. Not even a little.
So why was this one driving him crazy?
“Man...” Words jumbled in his head. He was going to have to let him down politely. They worked too well as a band to have this fuck it up. As it was, he was sure that Mack’s priorities were the same. It was just a matter of addressing this now, before there were misunderstandings and tension. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t a drunk taking a piss nearby or something, but they were really and truly alone. It seemed like a good idea to start carefully.
“I’m...flattered that you’re interested in me, but I don’t swing that way. You know what I mean? No offense to you or anything.”
Mack’s smirk was sexy and
There was just something about her that made him take liberties. Obviously, it wasn’t that she liked it and was giving him come-hither signals. Maybe the fact that Saya wanted him to have her was the issue. It was giving him too many ideas. Or maybe it was that he was so used to domming Saya that he didn’t know how to act around other women he found attractive. It had been a long time since he’d used any of his girl-hunting tactics. He’d been a teenager at the time, and not exactly suave.
Mack laughed aloud and rammed into him, which distracted him from feeling like a tool. After a few minutes, the song ended and there was a lull. Voices rose up around them as the guys on stage fiddled with equipment. Ramsay’s gaze strayed in the direction of the table and the crowd shifted intermittently to allow a brief glimpse of the women sitting together. Was Winter complaining to Saya? He needed to talk to her.
“Don’t worry about it, fuck.” Mack grabbed his shoulder to stop him from going, then let go of him like his skin was acid. “If you go running after her to apologi ze, she’ll think you’re weak. Most girls like the sensitive type, but Winter has no use for a guy that tiptoes around and hopes she notices him. Just treat her like a friend and eventually she might look your way.”
Was Mack really talking to him about the best way to mess around with Winter? He should have had another beer before attempting this conversation. “So seriously, what is your plan? I know you and I have been joking about sharing them, just to see what it’s like, but are you serious?”
Mack’s dark gaze met his. His cheeks were still flushed from jumping around, and he had a bruise forming over his eye from an earlier collision in the mosh pit. For an awkward moment Ramsay noticed that his lashes were so dark it almost looked like he was wearing eyeliner, but he wasn’t. Were straight guys supposed to notice those things about other guys?
He realized he was staring and tried to look away – to make this exchange look casual to the people that milled around them, but no one seemed to be watching, anyway.
“I’m game for whatever you want to do.”
Fuck.
Mack’s words were said in such a way that made it obvious he was offering himself, as well.
“We need to talk.”
He led the way toward the exit then stopped and glanced back to check on Saya. She was smiling at Winter, laughing at something she’d said. She’d be okay for a few minutes. His entire body was hyperaware that Mack was behind him, following obediently. Instead of heading out the front door, he took the back exit that led into the loading area. They’d been at Sprawl so often lately that the bouncers just nodded to them as they passed.
The door banged shut behind them and they were alone in the dirty alleyway, aside from a dumpster and whatever vermin made it their temporary home. Alone. How the fuck had this seemed like a good idea?
He was turned on just thinking about the fact that the last time they’d been alone things had gotten out of hand. That pissed him off. How dare Mack make him question such a well-known part of himself? Ramsay Park wasn’t into guys. Not even a little.
So why was this one driving him crazy?
“Man...” Words jumbled in his head. He was going to have to let him down politely. They worked too well as a band to have this fuck it up. As it was, he was sure that Mack’s priorities were the same. It was just a matter of addressing this now, before there were misunderstandings and tension. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t a drunk taking a piss nearby or something, but they were really and truly alone. It seemed like a good idea to start carefully.
“I’m...flattered that you’re interested in me, but I don’t swing that way. You know what I mean? No offense to you or anything.”
Mack’s smirk was sexy and
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