I laugh again. “I think so.”
“Lincoln told me some stuff about his rule,” she announces. “I don’t think it’s my place to tell his story, but I can understand where he’s coming from now. He said he’d try to be with me, alone. I’m not sure when, but that’s the newest.”
“Well, that’s a start, I suppose.”
“Yeah, but I think maybe you should get him to talk to you about it. I honestly think you could help him with the issue he has.”
“How so?” I ask, my interest piqued.
“I don’t really think I could tell you my theory without giving his story away. Just talk to him when you can.”
“Okay.”
“Anything else new?” she asks.
“I’ve taken a break from being an escort.”
“Really?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, for one, I’m out of town,” I joke.
“Well, that makes sense,” she laughs. “So you’re just taking a break, not quitting?”
“Nah. I’m not quitting just yet.”
“Well, okay.”
“I have more I want to talk to you about, but I’ll talk to you when I get back into town.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Good. I guess I’m going to go. My brother’s coming over and we’re having dinner soon.”
“Okay, Marc. Have fun while you’re there. We’ll talk soon.”
“Okay. Bye, Nathalia.
“Bye, Marc.”
I toss my phone on the bed and start for the stairs. I hear my brother’s voice floating through the room and up the stairs.
“So, what’s the big surprise?” he asks my parents. He must have just got in.
I quietly make my way through the living room and lean against the brick beam that separates the kitchen from the dining room.
“Who’s this bum?” I joke.
Garrett turns towards my voice, his face breaking into a grin. “Coming from this troll face,” he retorts.
We laugh while my mom just shakes her head. She’s used to us always calling each other names.
“It’s good to see you, man,” Garrett says as we embrace.
“You too.”
Garrett’s hair is more brown than blonde, and he wears it longer than I wear mine. His eyes are a slightly darker blue than mine, and he’s about two inches shorter than my six feet. He’s also five years younger than me, at twenty-nine.
“What brings your ass to Oregon?”
“Ah!” my mom scolds him.
“Sorry. What brings your butt to Oregon?” he asks, rolling his eyes.
“Mom’s delicious food, of course,” I say, walking towards my mom at the stove. I try to dip my finger in the sauce she’s making.
“Uh-uh, Marc. Not gonna work. Keep your fingers out of the food.”
“Stop being a suck-up,” Garrett laughs. “She never lets anybody taste the food until it’s on their plate.”
“It’s not perfect yet!” she squeals.
“I just wanted to get away, that’s all,” I answer my brother.
“Relationship problems,” my dad says, trying to whisper.
“What’s that?” my mom asks.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, Nance. Just men stuff. We’re going to go out onto the deck,” my dad states.
“Mmhhmm,” she replies.
“The woman’s not deaf yet, Dad,” I say.
“And you speak louder than you think you do,” Garrett chimes in.
Dad swipes his hand through the air. “Just come on.”
When we all sit down on the deck, my brother looks at me first.
“So, relationship problems, huh? You haven’t had a relationship in a while.”
“I know. That’s probably why I have problems.”
“So, is it girl problems or guy problems?” Garrett asks.
I look to my dad and then back at Garrett. “Both.”
“Both?” my dad asks, sitting up. “What does that mean?”
My brother’s eyebrows have shot up into his hairline and his eyes are as wide as saucers. It’s almost laughable.
“Like, you can’t make a decision?” my brother asks.
I sit back and run my hands through my hair. “I need a fucking drink.”
“That bad, huh?” my dad muses.
With a sigh, I sit back up and move my gaze between both my dad and brother. “There’s this woman. She hired me, and while that was all well and good, she began breaking through my walls. One night she brought up the idea of a threesome, but with a guy.”
It’s at times like this that I’m very grateful that my family is as cool as they are.
“Okay?” my brother questions. “So, what happened?”
“Well, the guy was a guy I had met when I first went out with her. They know each other and are close, but I don’t really know him all that well. I know that I’m attracted to him, but that’s about it. Anyway, she asked if I was into men. I told her I was. That in itself is crazy, because I’ve never told a client that. It’s risky, but she’s so cool about everything.”
“So, a woman who I assume you’re attracted to as well, asked you to have a threesome with a man that you both are attracted to? I still don’t see the problem,” my brothers says, shaking his head.
“Garrett!” my dad scolds.
“It’s okay. It’s just that now she’s brought up the idea of us all being together. Like, in a relationship. The three of us.”
The silence that follows that statement is heavy. I look between them both, waiting for someone to voice an opinion or give advice.
“Well,” my father starts, clearing his throat. “How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know how to feel. I like her a lot, and I’m sure if given the time and attention, her and I could have a good relationship. I’m attracted to her personality as well as her beauty. And with Lincoln, I’m attracted to him as well. I don’t know him as well as I know her, so beyond looks, I don’t know what’s there.”
“Maybe you need to spend time with them separately. See if you get along with them for longer amounts of time, but one on one. If that works, and since they have an established relationship, then the three of you could work,” my dad states, surprising me. “But if you find that you don’t have feelings for one like you thought you might, then it won’t work as a group, and it may ruin the other relationship as well.”
“Dad’s pretty smart,” Garrett says with a grin.
The sliding glass door opens. “Boys, dinner is ready,” Mom announces, wiping her hands on her apron.
Dad and Garrett walk in first, and as I’m crossing the threshold, my mom grabs me gently by the arm.
“Are you okay, honey?” Her eyes are full of concern.
“I’m fine, mama,” I say as I bend down and kiss her cheek.
“You and I are going to talk before you leave. You know that, right?” she says, pinning me with eyes that match my own.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a grin.
“Alright then, go eat.”
After we’ve all finished dinner, my parents retire to their room and my brother and I go out onto the upper deck. It’s the length of the back of the house and we don’t have to worry about being too loud while the parents are asleep since they stay on the main level.
“So, you sound like you got yourself quite the situation there,” my brother says as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
“You’re telling me.”
“What’s the girl’s name?”
“Nathalia.”
“Ooh, sexy,” he laughs.
“She’s definitely very sexy.”
“Maybe I need to come down to good ol' Sin City and find me a woman.”
“First of all,” I laugh. “'Good' and 'Sin City' don’t go together, and nobody says they’re going to Sin City to find a woman.”
“Maybe I’ll become an escort,” he says, waggling his brows.
> “Oh God, Mom would kill us both. You know how she reacted when I told her.”
“I know. She took you being into men much better,” he laughs.
“Yeah, she did. Well, you know you can come stay with me anytime you want.”
“Thanks, man. I could use a change of pace soon, and maybe I’ll get to meet this guy or girl, or both? Depending on what happens.”
“Don’t remind me of what’s waiting on me,” I say with a groan.
“Are you really that concerned about it? It seems like a good deal for you.”
“I know, but there’s so much that could go wrong. So, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll take Dad’s advice, but I’m not sure how they’ll feel about that. I mean, it’ll be like I’m cheating on one with the other.”
“Not if they know about it, plus you’d be doing the same type of thing if you all had a relationship. It makes sense to try it out one-on-one first, before automatically jumping into a three-way relationship.”
“Well, aren’t you just the pro on three-way relationships? Is there something I don’t know?” I joke.
“Ah, whatever, man,” he says, laughing. “Really, though. I’m glad you’re here. How long are you staying?”
“I forgot how much I missed this place,” I reply honestly. “I’ll probably be here for a week.”
“Good, we’ll have plenty of time to hang out.”
My brother and I stay outside for a few hours, just catching up, joking around, and reminiscing about growing up in the house with our parents. He ends up leaving around midnight, and I jump in the shower and then climb into bed.
My phone still lays there from before dinner. I grab it and find a couple texts from Jace and Troy, mostly about club stuff. Another name stands out. Lincoln.
Lincoln: I hope your trip is going well.
A smirk crosses my lips. I text back before I even take into consideration the time.
Me: Careful. It kind of sounds like you care.
A couple minutes later another text comes through.
Lincoln: It’s a scary thing.
It’s been a few weeks since I went to Oregon. The time away from Vegas was much needed, and it was really nice being with my family again. My mother did end up pulling me aside to talk to me before I left. I told her about my situation, but with plenty more edits than when I told Dad and Garrett. She was sure to tell me I needed to be careful with whatever decision I made, because I didn’t just have my own heart to think about. She just wants me to be happy.
Since I’ve been back in Vegas, my club has opened and been quite successful so far. Troy, Jace, and I are really excited about it, and already talking about opening another one. Jace has been going through his own relationship dramas, but I think him and Adrienne are going to work out. They are perfect for each other.
I’ve talked to Nathalia and Lincoln both about this relationship thing, and told them I’m willing to try it out, but I am going to be spending time with them without the other around. However, I decided to do it in a different kind of way. I’m going to date Nathalia first, without seeing Lincoln. I’m not going to see one one day, and the other the next. So, I’m giving Nathalia my undivided attention for a while. Lincoln is not too happy about that. Of course he’s not, but he has agreed.
I haven’t told the guys yet that I’ve taken a break from the escort game. When I’m caught up with Nathalia, I say I’m with a client. I’m not ready to explain to them this unique relationship when they don’t even know that I’m bi, and when I don’t even know if this will be a relationship.
Tonight I’m taking Nathalia out to a nice dinner for her thirtieth birthday. I put on my navy blue button up shirt, a slightly lighter blue tie, and my black suit coat.
We’re going to the fifty-sixth floor of the Palm Resort, eating at Alize; a restaurant known for breathtaking views of The Strip, and also for the phenomenal French cuisine. I’ve requested a table near one of the windows to ensure Nathalia has one of the best views while we eat.
When I get to her door, I knock and wait only a few seconds before she opens the door. She looks stunning wearing a silver dress that falls a little past her knees. It’s a v-cut that comes to a stop a few inches above her belly button.
“Jesus Christ, Nathalia. You’re going to kill me tonight. How am I supposed to get through dinner while you’re wearing that?” I ask.
She grins. “You like?” she asks, swishing her hips, making the material flow around her.
“I love it. Now let’s go before I don’t let you leave the room.”
She laughs. “You can’t deny the birthday girl a birthday dinner.”
“I don’t think the birthday girl would mind if she knew what I had in mind for dessert,” I say with a sly grin.
“Oh really, now?”
“Mm, but I think you’re going to need some energy, so let’s get some food.”
“Alright, alright,” she says, grabbing her small purse from the table.
When we’re in the car, she picks up a gift bag I left on the passenger seat.
“For me?” she asks with excitement.
“Yes, but for later. Don’t open it yet,” I say, taking it from her and putting it in the backseat.
She gives me an adorable pout. “I want it now.”
“You’re gonna get I later,” I say with a wink before pulling off.
As the host is seating us, Nathalia marvels at the view.
“Oh my goodness, Marc. It’s gorgeous up here!”
“I figured this is a good birthday spot.”
“It’s like the best birthday spot!”
“So, how was the first part of your birthday?” I ask, knowing she was with Lincoln.
“It was good. We went and had brunch at this nice restaurant in a hotel, and then he took me to see David Copperfield. It was really fun.”
“Good. I’m glad you’ve had a good birthday. I hope to finish strong.”
“I have a feeling that you will do just that,” she replies.
I have something really special in store for her for tonight. After I got back in town she informed me that she was never able to show me her surprise for me when we went to California. Turns out it was some extremely sexy lingerie, but she also bought a small leather and fur paddle. To say I was shocked is putting it mildly. She’s been really pushing me to let loose and inflict some more pain on her. I think she really might be turning into a little masochist. Not that I’m complaining. I understand sometimes people don’t find out what they like until later in life once they’ve given it a shot. It’s easy to say you won’t like something when you haven’t even tried it.
She’s experienced pain from my hand, but she’s craving more. And to say I’m not looking forward to watching her smooth skin turn red after a swat from something else would be a bold lie. I don’t want to hurt her and scare her off, but she seems so eager for more, so tonight I’m giving her just that.
After we order dinner; Colorado rack of lamb and pork loin chop, we spend the night getting to know more of each other. Since she’s no longer a client, it doesn’t feel strange getting into the more personal stories. I’ve told her about my parents and brother, and what all I did on my trip. She offered stories about her father, and their work with the hotel industry. The more I learn about her, the more I realize how stupid it would have been to not give this a chance.
“Would you care for dessert, sir? Madam?” the waiter asks.
Nathalia looks at me, and I turn to the waiter. “No, thank you.” I slip my hand under the table and touch Nathalia’s knee. “I have dessert waiting for me.”
He looks a bit confused, but smiles and leaves to grab the check.
“And what would that be?” Nathalia asks flirtatiously.
“That, my angel, would be your delicious pussy.”
She squirms in her seat, obviously affected by my words.
“Well, we should get going soon,” she says, looking for the waiter.
“Be patient. We have al
l night, and I promise to take my time, and tease you until you’re ready to explode all over my cock as soon as I slide deep inside.”
“Shit, Marc,” she whispers, looking around the room. “You can’t say stuff like that here. I’m going to get arrested when I jump over this table and attack you.”
I grin at her. “Waiter’s coming,” I say, spotting the man walking over.
As soon as he places the check on the table, I pick it up and hand it back to him with my credit card.
“I’ll be right back, sir,” he announces.
“So, tonight I have big plans for you. For us.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“I’m letting loose tonight, baby. I’m giving you what you’ve been asking for and what I’ve been dying to do for a long time now. Are you ready?”
Nathalia bites down on her bottom lip briefly. Her eyes go wide and she nods her head.
“I need to hear you say that you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she says in a breathy tone. “I’m so ready.”
“Here you go. Sir, madam, I hope you two enjoyed your evening here with us, and I hope to see you again.”
I nod and smile politely at the waiter. “Yes, everything was great. Thank you.”
I sign the receipt, leave a healthy tip, and quickly stand to make my way to Nathalia’s chair. With my hand extended, she scoots back, puts her small hand in mine, and we hurriedly leave the resort, ready to get on with the night.
Pulling a smaller bag from the gift bag that I had in the car, I hand it over to Nathalia once we’re inside her house.
“You open this and put it on, and I’m going to go set up the other part of the gift in the bedroom.”
“You’re going to what?” she asks, confused. She begins opening her small bag.
“I have to do some setting up. Now, get ready, and I’ll be back for you soon.”
Her eyes widen slightly as she takes notice of what’s in the bag. Giving me a sexy grin, she kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Yes, sir.” And then she disappears into the bathroom.
Taking the larger bag, I make my way to her room and place the restraints around each leg of the bed, the opposite ends coming to rest on the mattress. It will tie her hands and feet to the bed, either on her stomach or back. Whichever I choose.
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