Adam & Max – 4

Max stopped raising the coffee cup to his lips. Instead he set it back down and kept his gaze on the tablecloth.

“I’m so sorry, it’s the detective in me.” Adam winced at his thoughtless words. Not the best way to get a second date. He’d never get into Max’s bedroom if he kept this up. He reached over and placed a hand over the one Max had on the table. “You don’t have to answer.”

“No. No it’s okay.” Max cleared his throat before freeing his hand from Adam’s grip and taking another sip of his black brew. “She was killed by her boyfriend.”

Adam sat back in his seat and stared. “Did they catch him?”

“Sort of.” Max ran his index finger along the top of the chipped coffee cup.

“What does that mean?” They either had the guy behind bars or they didn’t there was no halfway when it comes to catching a criminal.

“They caught him but he escaped.” Max sighed and lifted his gaze to meet Adam’s. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough,” Adam agreed quickly. His detective instincts were screaming at him to pursue the conversation but Max apparently didn’t wish to discuss murder during their dinner date and Adam could respect that. “If you ever need me to make a few phone calls don’t hesitate to ask. Okay? I doubt there is anything I can do but they might be willing to give some extra information to another cop.”

The faint smile on Max’s face warmed Adam. “Thanks. I appreciate the offer.”

Adam puffed out a breath. “Now that I’ve ruined dinner want to go for a walk?”

The restaurant he’d chosen was on the beach. They’d watched the waved crash against the sea walls during their meal, the view was breathtaking even in the setting sunlight.

“You don’t think it will be too cold?” Max asked.

“This is where I make a suggestive comment about keeping you warm,” Adam teased.

Max laughed. “Well, in that case how can I resist.”

“You can’t.” Adam raised a hand to get the waiter’s attention. Within ten minutes they had their bill paid and were walking on the sand in awkward wobbly steps.

“I’m taking my shoes off,” Max announced before following his words with actions. Using Adam for balance he pulled off his right shoe then his sock and tucked it inside before doing his left ones. He wiggled his toes in the sand with a contented sigh.

“Not too cold?” The wind had picked up a bit, not enough to be freezing but there was a definite chill to the air.

“No, I’m pretty warm blooded.” Max’s teasing smile had Adam grinning in return.

He didn’t know what it was about the young researcher but Adam always had a boost of happiness whenever Max was near, almost as if he could sense him.

“Thank you for going out with me. I hope you’ve had a good time.” He needed Max to enjoy himself. It was the first step in getting Max completely dependent on him so they could settle down together and eventually get married. Despite what Jaimie said he wasn’t a stalker.

“I enjoyed dinner,” Max said. “I always like kabobs.”

“I like how they cooked them at the table.” Adam always liked to see where his food came from. “Even if you like yours way to rare for my taste.”

“I just like to scare them with the flames then eat them.” Max said.

Adam grinned. “I like this side of you.”

“What side?” Max gave him a sideways look from beneath his lashes.

Swallowing back a needy moan Adam pulled Max to a stop. “Relaxed and enjoying yourself. I’d like to see it again.”

Max’s eyes shone oddly in the fading sunlight. “I’d like that too.”

My Subby Valentine – 5


To make up for my neglect.

Mase tilted his head indicating Sean needed to leave things alone. He didn’t want Kit to feel uncomfortable with his relative’s curiosity even though he knew it would be all over the restaurant in a few minutes that he was on a date.

After Sean left, Kit pinned him with his green eyes. “Your cousin is very protective of you, isn’t he?”

Mase took a deep breath, marshalling his thoughts as he tried to find the right words. “Philip isn’t the only one who still gives me problems about who I date. When Jeff died several people blamed me.”

Kit placed his hand back over Mase’s. “Tell me.”

Mase didn’t really want to discuss his dark history over a nice dinner but Kit deserved to know what sort of man he was dining with. At least then he could leave before Mase became too invested in him.

“I don’t know what you heard, but I became involved with a young man who was new to BDSM. Unknown to me, he was also mentally ill. He wanted me to show him the ropes. After doing a few scenes together, we progressively sank deeper into the lifestyle, but he couldn’t handle it. One day he snapped and ended his own life.” Mase didn’t go into the details of how he’d found out too late that Jeff was manic-depressive and had stopped his medication. It was one of the reasons the jury had deemed him not guilty.

“That wasn’t your fault,” Kit gripped his hand tightly.

“How do you know?” That question haunted Mase. He should’ve seen the signs…something.

“Because from what you said he already had problems. Add that to questions about his sexuality, and apparently it was enough to push him over the edge.”

“But if I hadn’t pushed him…” Mase could feel the hollow ache begin in his chest—the pain that grew larger each time he spoke of or thought about Jeff.

“Did he have a safe word?”

“Of course.” Mase never played with subs who didn’t even know the basics like a safe word.

“Did he use it?”


“Did you stop when he said it?” Kit took a drink of water, his eyes never leaving Mase’s.

That was an easy question. “Absolutely. I would never not accept a safe word.”

“Then I don’t know how you can think you’re responsible.”

Mase sat stunned. No one had ever presented it to him that way before. Sure, he’d known intellectually it wasn’t his fault, but deep down lived a kernel of blame heavy enough to crush a house.

“I keep telling him it wasn’t his fault.” Sean set down the salads in front of them. “Maybe he’ll listen to you.” He gave Kit a friendly smile before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Maybe I chose the wrong place for our first date,” Mase growled.

Kit laughed—a happy sound that made Mase want to smile with him. Where Jeff had been all doom and gloom, Kit had an inner light that gave a sparkle to his eyes and a perpetual upward tilt to his lips.

“Our date could still have a happy ending,” Kit’s smile went from slightly sweet to decidedly wicked.

“Hmm, maybe.” Mase wasn’t going to commit to anything further, but he was enjoying dinner with Kit. Whether or not he planned to take the other man home was still up in the air. Choosing a mentally imbalanced sub once was a mistake…twice would be sheer stupidity on his part.

While eating the cool crisp lettuce, they moved away from serious discussions to talk about Kit’s job as a graphic designer. The sub shared some of his funny stories about client demands and soon had Mase chuckling over Kit’s impression of one of his high profile clients.

“Oh, I’m sorry I missed that.” He brushed back tears of laughter as Sean arrived with their pasta.

“I see you two are having a good time.” Sean looked between them as if trying to assess the level of their attraction. Mase could’ve spared him the trouble. Kit’s appeal was off the charts.

Mase nodded but didn’t say anything else. Kit gave the chef a sweet smile. Sean got the hint and served the food without further comment.

Mase observed Kit as they polished off their meal. As sexy as he found the sub, it was the man’s sense of humour that had Mase entranced. Would Kit still have his perpetual smile and sparkling eyes when Mase had him tied to his bed and a cock ring fastened around his erection? Somehow Mase thought so.

They finished the pasta and split a serving of tiramisu before leaving the restaurant.

Mase walked Kit to his car and saw the flash of disappointment in the young man’s eyes when Mase opened the driver’s door for him.

Despite his vow to keep a distance between them, he found himself writing his address on the back of a business card and handing it to Kit.

“Follow me. If you get lost you can meet me there.”

“Okay.” Kit’s smile could’ve lit up the night.

Max & Adam -3

Yes I am off day. LOL This is just a filler section. More exciting actions next time.


It took him a while to decide where to take Max. After taking an informal poll at the office he settled for a Turkish restaurant. Apparently Max loved kabobs. Now he just had to not come off so strong. He didn’t want to scare Max away before he had him. Best alert him to his possessive behavior after it was too late to run and hide.

After a quick shower, Adam pulled out a nice pair dark jeans and a grey button up shirt. Not the most dazzling of color palettes but he looked presentable enough. He resisted the urge to put on a tie. He could just imagine the teasing he’d get if he showed up to pick up his favorite nerd with a tie on.

Unfortunately he’d lost the battle for picking Max up from his place. His cautious boy had told Adam he’d meet him at the restaurant. Apparently Max already was anticipating a bad date and wanted an exit strategy. Adam tried not to take it too personally. He appreciated a cautious man.

After making sure he had his wallet, phone and keys, Adam left his apartment.


The line out the restaurant door surprised him a bit. He knew the place had opened a few months ago but hadn’t known it was so popular. He mentally congratulated himself for calling ahead for a reservation.

While he was examining the line Max sidled up to him. “Good to see you detective,” he said, flashing a grin.

“I think on a date you can call me Adam.”

“Hmm.” Max stroked his chin as he pretended to think about it. “That might be too informal on a first day maybe I can move from detective to sir and work my way down.”

Adam smiled. “I’m sure there are many instances where calling me sir will work out very well.”

Max snorted. “In your leathery whippy fantasies.”

“Exactly.” Adam grabbed Max’s hand before he could say anything else and dragged him to the front door. He didn’t stop until they got to the little podium where a girl was writing down names. Adam gave her his name.

“Your table will be ready in just a few minutes if you want to stand over there,” she said pointing to a spot by the bar.

They nodded and went to stand where pointed. “I wanted to thank you again for your help with the report.”

“Hmm, is this a thank you dinner?” Max lifted his left brow at him.

“No. This is an I want to get to know you well enough to get you naked kind of dinner.”

“Long name,” Max teased.

“Yes, but it gets the pointa cross.”

“It does indeed.” Max opened his mouth to say something else but the waitress interrupted with news their table was ready.

“Thank you,” Adam said following her. He pulled Max after him since he’d never let go of his hold.

Once they were seated and given their orders Adam could focus on his date. “You look adorable tonight. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

“Thank you.” Max wasn’t dressed up but he wore a red top that accentuated a firm, flat stomach.

“You must work out a lot to be in such great shape working at a desk.”

“I run a lot,” Max said. “I’m still not certain about the whole dating someone from the office but I’m willing to see if there is a spark between us.”

Adam was pretty sure there was an entire forest fire worth of attraction but he wouldn’t say so. It would be foolish to tip his hand too early. “We’ll have a better understanding after a couple of dates.” He’d lure him date by date if he had to. Max was too adorable to let go without a fight. Adam was more than happy to fight for him.

Over dinner he learned Max had two sisters and was the baby of the family. In return he shared he was an only child. Finally curiosity and his cop senses had him asking.

My Subby Valentine – 4


“You might not have killed him yourself but you might as well have,” Philip snarled at Kit. “Don’t let him kill you too. Get away while you still can.”

Kit swallowed, trying to get some moisture into his suddenly dry throat. He opened his mouth to respond but Mase spoke first and he didn’t want to interrupt him.

“I’d suggest you continue on your way before I have you arrested for harassment. I do have the ability to have you hauled out of here.”

The blond sneered at Mase. “You should remember, Mase…the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” A large man in a chef’s uniform came up behind Philip.

The angry blond sneered at him. “Of course you do. He’s probably your best customer.”

“Actually he’s my cousin.” The chef folded his arms over his chest.

Philip snarled. “Of course he is. Otherwise, decent people wouldn’t welcome him in their restaurant.” With a final glare at Mase, he stomped away.

Kit hid his hands on his lap, not wanting Mase to see them shaking. The entire encounter had unnerved him.

“I’ll make sure he’s gone.” Mase’s cousin followed after the angry man.

“I’m sorry about that,” Mase said to Kit. “That’s why it’s a bad idea to get involved with me.” The Dom’s beautiful blue eyes were as serious as a heart attack, melting Kit’s heart and calming him. Despite still having some reservations, he was a sucker for a brooding, slightly tarnished hero. That came from reading too many romances.

“Because assholes will warn me you’re the spawn of Satan?”

Mase smiled, banishing the sadness from his eyes. “Something like that.”

Kit shrugged “I don’t generally take advice from random people off the street. I like to make my own decisions.” Even if they were potentially bad ones. The future would determine if Mase turned out to be a huge mistake, not the ranting of some jerk he didn’t know. All the subs who’d ever played with Mase at the club cooed over how he treated them. To their chagrin, he never chose the same one twice. Kit had decided a few weeks ago when he’d first spotted Mase that he’d be the one the sexy Dom decided to keep. From what he had seen a minute ago, Mase might need Kit even more than Kit needed him.


Mase watched the expressions crossing Kit’s gorgeous face. What was it about the pretty man that made him happy? Just seeing the sub enter the restaurant had made the depression he carried in his heart feel lighter.

What was he really doing here? Could he dare take a chance on another inexperienced sub? What if in the end Kit found that being a submissive made him feel dirty or suicidal…or a combination of both? Mase would never forgive himself if he changed this happy young man into a sad shadow of his former self. Having destroyed one life was more than enough, thank you.

“I should leave you alone.” Even as the words passed his lips, his heart ached. He’d rather wrap Kit in his arms and keep him safe than set him free to go out into the world to be grabbed by the next willing Dom who might not take proper care of him. Mase hadn’t been attuned to his last lover as much as he should’ve been, but he’d never purposely harmed a sub before.

Kit’s hand reached out and grabbed Mase’s fingers where he was tapping them on the table. “No you shouldn’t. You should do the opposite of let me go.”

The sub’s sincerity glowed in his dark green eyes. Damn he was beautiful.

“Keep you?”

Kit shrugged. “I’d be happy if you fed me, took me home and fucked me through the mattress.”

The brunet’s candid talk made Mase’s cock jump up and take notice. The idea of sinking into Kit’s lean sexy body made him harder than stone. He held back his moan only because he didn’t want the Mase to think he was a pushover. If he planned to be the needy sub’s master, he had to show him who was truly in control…

Crap, when had he made that decision? What happened to throwing him back into the dating stream and running far, far away from the tempting man before Mase ruined his life?

“If we go back to my place, it will be because I made that decision.”

Kit swallowed as if trying to hold back a protest. He removed his hand from the table and Mase refused to look where he put it.

“Understood, Sir.”

Oh yeah, he liked how that sounded from Kit’s soft lips. They were nice lips too. Full, and pink and he’d bet his fortune they’d look amazing wrapped around his cock.


He shifted in his seat as his pants became tighter. If they were in the club, he’d already have Kit under the table and sucking him off, but in a restaurant owned by the few remaining members of his family he couldn’t misbehave. He’d never hear the end of it.

The sub gave him a wicked smile. “Anything I can help you with?”

Mase glared. “Don’t think I won’t make you pay for that later.”

He got a wide-eyed look of anticipation that did nothing to help his prick behave.


“You might not be so eager when I paddle your ass so hard you can’t sit down.”

Instead of worry, he got a soft moan as lust glowed in Kit’s eyes. Only the sound of someone clearing their voice allowed him to tear his eyes away from Kit.

“Did you decide what you wanted to order?”

Damn. His cousin Sean looked down at him with amusement.

Mase scowled back. As much as he appreciated the help with Philip, he’d just known his cousin was going to give him shit. “When did you become a waiter?”

Sean smirked. “Since my waitress came and told me my hard-assed cousin was looking all starry-eyed at someone. I didn’t think it was true. Luckily I came over in time to throw that asshole out.”

“I appreciate that, but now you can go.” He wasn’t a young kid who needed his big cousin to protect him.

“Mase!” Kit gave him a reproving look. “Be nice. The man is looking out for you.”

“Yeah Mase, be nice. I have sensitive feelings.” Sean gave him a patently fake hurt look that made Mase roll his eyes.

If his cousin hadn’t just kicked Philip out of his restaurant, Mase would’ve thought of doing something evil to him. Instead he took the menu from Kit.

“Do you have any food allergies?”

Kit shook his head.

“We’ll both take the lobster ravioli.”

Sean flashed Kit a glance then confirmed with Mase, “You’re not going to let him order.”

“And two dinner salads with Italian dressing. No he doesn’t need to order.” Mase was the Dom—it was his job to take care of Kit, and from what he’d seen so far, the younger man needed a firm hand. Besides, his cousin made the best ravioli he’d ever eaten…but he’d cut off his arm before he gave Sean a compliment when he was teasing him.

Sean gave another quick glance between them before reluctantly taking the menus. “Have you two known each other long?”

“It’s our first date.” Kit fidgeted with his silverware not meeting Sean’s eyes.


My Subby Valentine – 3

Sorry I missed yesterday. Valentine’s day of all days. I thought I’d set it to go but apparently I didn’t. I’ve posted a little longer than before to make up for it. Yes, I will have a Max & Adam posting a little later. I’m running behind if you can’t tell. LOL!

* * * *

Some days all he could focus on were all the things he should’ve done differently. He’d turned to writing to pour out his sorrows and guilt and had found, to his surprise, that he was good at it. His first mystery book had been well received and his second novel had become a bestseller. Gay fiction with tortured characters apparently sold well.

All the thoughts of should haves and would haves spun around in his head as he tried to think of who would call him pretending to be Jeff. He doubted his sub had come back from the dead to torture him.

No suspects came to mind but the more he thought about it, the more he doubted he should be starting anything with Kit. The sweet man deserved someone with less baggage than him. They’d go on one date then Mase would set him free. After all, dumping the younger man before their first date would just add to Mase’s mystique—the opposite of what he was trying to accomplish. Let Kit learn what a total bastard Mase was and then go on his merry way, happy to escape such a domineering asshole.

* * * *

Kit slicked back his hair letting out a soft curse when the strands sprang back up into their usual riotous curls. He looked young. There was no way around it. He knew he’d get carded if he even thought to order alcohol.

“There’s no way he’s going to take me seriously,” he told his reflection. All the other subs he’d seen at the club were sleek and elegant with smooth, easy moves. While Kit might be slim, his limbs were all awkward and there was no way he could put the word grace anywhere near his name without bursting out laughing.

In his family he was known as ‘the klutz’. Hopefully, Mase wouldn’t notice until it was too late and he’d fallen for Kit’s charms. “Of which I have so many,” he muttered at his mirror image.

After throwing up his hands in defeat, he slipped on a pair of dress slacks and pulled on his favorite button up shirt. He decided to go for casual dressy. He didn’t want to be too fancy for the restaurant but he didn’t want Mase to think he didn’t give a damn either. Dating an older man required a fine line between trying to appear hot, but not looking inappropriate when they went out in public. Not that Kit had ever dated someone like Mase before. Hell he hadn’t done much more than a few rushed encounters in clubs and alleys. He’d almost dropped his phone when Mase had agreed to date him.

He hoped the Dom didn’t give up on Kit because he’d never been a sub. If things went according to plan, he wouldn’t stay inexperienced for long.

Stepping outside, he locked the door then headed for his little green Honda. He punched the directions to the restaurant into his phone as he walked since he had absolutely no idea how to find it. His sense of direction was poor on a good day. On a night where he was stressed over making a good impression, it was worse. The sound of someone calling his name had him jerking around. He scanned the areas on both sides of the streets.

No one was there.

Squinting against the dim glow of the streetlights, he still didn’t see anyone.

“Hello?” A sliver of fear spiked up and down his spine.

No response.

“Huh, must’ve imagined it.” Another quick look around didn’t reveal anyone nearby. Somehow not seeing someone made him even more nervous. The tingly feeling of being watched had him hurrying to his car.

Tossing his phone onto the passenger seat, he locked the car door, snapped on his seatbelt then started the engine. He’d figure out where he was supposed to go on the way.

* * * *

He was late.


Biting his lip, Kit rushed to find a parking spot. This was not how he hoped to make an impression on Mase. He didn’t need an Idiot’s Guide to pleasing Doms to know arriving late was not a good thing. As he approached the entrance, he hoped Mase hadn’t given up and left.

Kit had never eaten at this particular restaurant. It was a bit out of the way of his usual haunts and it appeared to be a bit more of a date-night place than the dives he usually ate at with his friends, even if he could afford better. The aroma upon entering the eatery was incredible. Walking into the lobby, he saw Mase—standing tall and handsome by the bar. Looking at Mase’s dress slacks and polo shirt, he was glad he’d dressed up a little. He’d do whatever it took to keep this man’s attention.

He didn’t know the proper way to greet the imposing figure before him so he went with his instinct. After walking over, he placed a soft kiss on Mase’s cheek. He wasn’t bold enough for a kiss on the lips, and he didn’t want to embarrass Mase if the Dom didn’t like public displays.

“Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me. I’m sorry I’m late but I kinda got lost.” He didn’t want to mention that his phone had fallen to the floor as he’d pulled out of his driveway in a panic.

For a moment he shifted uncomfortably beneath the Dom’s regard, worried he’d be given a lecture. He silently reached the count of five before a reluctant smile crossed Mase’s rugged features. “You’re very welcome Kit, but next time, don’t be late.”

Kit blushed. Hopefully that meant the Dom would take him home. He remembered asking Mase if that meant he’d put out.

Mase held out his arm for Kit to take. “Let’s eat.”

The warm look in Mase’s eyes sent a shiver of pleasure down Kit’s spine. Hell, the man could scold him about anything as long as he looked at him like that. He slid his hand around the crook of Mase’s arm. The heat from the Dom’s skin spread through the fabric and warmed Kit’s cool fingers. Even inebriated, he’d been attracted to the other man. Now sober and feeling the warmth of Mase’s body beneath his fingers, Kit silently admitted to a complete and total case of lust.

The hostess gave Mase a fond smile and found them a secluded table. Any other time he’d have thought the staff were trying to hide two gay men, but the wink she flashed them before handing over their menus told him otherwise.

“Come here often?”

Mase nodded. “My cousin owns the place.”

“Ahh.” Well, that explained why Mase felt comfortable escorting him to his seat. “What’s good?”

“Everything.” Mase gave him a wide smile, setting Kit at ease. He’d always thought of Doms as hard-assed, scary men who spent their time stern-faced with a whip in hand. The man sitting across from him certainly appeared more approachable. He dipped his head to read the menu only to be interrupted by a hard angry voice.

“Mase! Corrupting innocent men again, I see. You should be ashamed to be seen in public.”

Kit looked up to find a tall blond glaring down at them, his face a mask of hate as he regarded Mase with contempt.

The Dom’s expression hardened and his eyes turned an icy blue. Kit hoped that look was never turned on him.

“Hello, Philip. I’d say it’s nice to see you again but it’s not. That’s why I have a restraining order against you.”

Philip turned to Kit. “Don’t fall for his lies. He’s already killed one man.”

A jolt of shock shot through Kit. He knew about Mase’s past but didn’t know people still blamed the Dom for his sub’s death. He instinctively trusted Mase…but he didn’t really know him. What if he was wrong?

Mase’s stern face didn’t show any emotion but Kit saw a tic jolt in his cheek, just a slight flinch. “Your cousin took his own life and despite your witch hunt, I was found not guilty.”

Max & Adam – 2

“Hi Max. This is Adam Calloway.”

“If this is about that report, I’ll have the revisions to you tomorrow.”

“You found something?” Hot damn, he knew his favorite computer geek would get him the goods.

“Maybe. There was an encrypted file buried in his database, easy to overlook. It’s a list of names and addresses. They don’t mean anything to me, but they might be of use to you.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at home, detective, some of us actually go home at the end of the day.”

Adam would’ve taken offense but the other man’s tone was teasing. Besides he did have a reputation for being there all hours of the night and day. “What time are you going into work tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there from seven to six. I’m working four tens for the next few months.”

“Why?” He wondered what it would be like to have a set schedule.

“Personal, detective.”

Adam growled. “You might as well tell me. There is no such thing as private when you’re dating a detective.”

“When did I start dating a detective?”


He said that out loud.

Well his mother always said in ‘for a penny, in for a pound’. “Since now. I want you to go out with me.”

There was a long silence on the phone. “I don’t know if it would be a good idea for us to date. It’s always bad when people who work together start a relationship and it goes wrong.”

Adam laughed. “We haven’t even started a relationship and you already have it taking a nosedive, and I thought I was the negative one.”

“I’m not negative, I’m cautious.”

“You don’t need to be cautious with me, handsome, I know better than to mess with you. You’d set me up as a terrorist in the national database.”

“I can’t believe Julie told that story. It was an April Fool’s prank. Hell I was only twelve I didn’t think they would arrest her.”

“I was kidding. Julie didn’t say anything.”

“Oh. Um, then never mind. Where did you want to go?”

Adam was still getting over the chill of the discovery his future boyfriend was a dangerous hacker. Of course that could come in handy too. Maybe there was more than one reason Max worked for the police.

“Did I scare you off?” The quiet question broke Adam out of his thoughts.

“Um, no honey. How about I call you this weekend and we plan something?”

“Any day but Saturday.”

Adam wanted to track Max down and find out what he did on Saturdays but he’d already filled his stalker requirement for the day.

“Sounds good. I’ll try for Friday night, but if I get a lead on my investigation I might not make it.”

“Fine. If you can’t make it I’ll go out to the clubs with my friends. Talk to you later.”

There was a click and Adam stared at the phone. “Go out to the clubs? Over my dead body.” The thought of his Max rubbing his lean, sexy body against other men made him grind his teeth. He didn’t care what was going on he wasn’t going to let the other man out alone at a club. Who knew what kind of scumbag might try to pick up his man.


Adam went to work the next day eager to see what Max discovered. He found the report and information where the file was to be found on the network server. It only took him a minute to realize his favorite nerd found a goldmine of information. Drug dealer contacts, sources, buyers, everything packaged in one tidy bow.

“I think I’m in love,” he said settling into his desk.

“Who are you lining up for your personal psychotic brand of affection,” Jamie, his partner of three years threw himself in the chair opposite him.

“Max from technology. He just tied up Brandoff in a bow for us.” He showed him the note and the file.

“Oh, if you don’t snatch him up I will. Wow, this is amazing. Was any of this in the file you originally got?”

“Nope. I took it to him yesterday and demanded a redo.”

“That takes balls. Last time I tried that Sherlyn the last manager handed me my ass on a platter.”

“She wasn’t there, it was just me and my favorite computer geek.”

“A match made in heaven. This could go a long way in making a dent in our case.”


The pair spent the rest of the day reviewing their material. At five Adam called it quits.

Jamie stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going home.”

“I know what you said. I just can’t believe it. You never leave on time.” Jamie watched Adam as if he were a strange new species of human he’d never seen before.

“I have a date,” Adam announced. He damn well didn’t plan to let Max declare him a no show and go out with his friends.

“With who?” Jamie leaned forward.


“Not our super duper computer nerd?” Jamie gave him a delighted smile.

“Yes.” Adam couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his lips. His body hardened at the thought of having Max to himself, preferably stretched naked across Max’s bed.

Traffic tried to keep him from his date but a little maneuvering and a couple of sidestreet shortcuts had him getting home earlier than he’d hoped.

My Subby Valentine – 2



Mase woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. “Hello.”

“Hello Mase…I mean, Sir,” a nervous voice muttered across the line. “This is Kit—you know, from the club…”

Mase squinted at the alarm clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. However, waking up had never been so sweet. The sub’s nervous, stuttered words were music to Mase’s ears. “Hello Kit, how are you this morning?” He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes as he listened to Kit ramble.

“Oh, hell. I woke you up, didn’t I?”

Mase laughed at the soft curse he was certain the sub never planned on him hearing.

“That’s all right. What did you call for?” He had a pretty good idea why the young man had called but he wondered if Kit had the balls to tell him.

“Umm…” There was a moment of silence and Mase wondered if he’d lost the connection. “You told me to call you. Didn’t you mean it?”

The sub’s sad tone made Mase smile. For a man who didn’t have a lot to smile about, he’d done more laughing since he met Kit several hours ago than he had in the past year.

“No, I meant it,” he reassured the worried man.

“W-would you be interested in going out with me sometime?”

Kit was so super sweet Mase could practically feel the sugar coating the phone. His heart melted a bit. He couldn’t remember the last time a guy had dared to ask him out even before the murder trial.

“Kit, do you know anything about me?” he asked in a gentle tone. He didn’t want to scare off the cute sub, but he didn’t think they’d make a good match. As attracted as he was to Kit, he didn’t want to be a source of misery in the younger man’s life.

Some subs might want to flirt with a bad boy, but it was the accountant they took home to the parents.

“I-I know you were accused of murder but were let off due to lack of evidence. B-but that doesn’t matter,” Kit rushed to say.

“It matters,” Mase insisted. If Kit had anyone who loved him and knew what Mase had been accused of, they would take the innocent young man as far away from him as possible. Hell, Mase wanted to and he barely knew the kid. Okay…maybe ‘kid’ was pushing things a bit, but Mase definitely had a year or ten on the younger man. “How old are you, Kit?”



“I’m thirty-five. Don’t you think you should be looking for someone closer to your own age?”

A soft snort came across the line. “Why? So we can be inexperienced together? Yeah, that’d be a lot of fun.”

Mase laughed. Something about Kit charmed him. To Mase, a man who could make him smile was worth more than any amount of gold.

“Fine. I’ll agree to dinner but that’s all I’m promising.”

“Can I give you a blowjob under the table?”


“No. Just dinner.”

“If you let me buy, will you put out?” The teasing tone in Kit’s voice made him laugh. Shit, it was almost as if the past year of pain slid away beneath Kit’s vibrancy. Mase reined in his wild ideas. One young inexperienced submissive wasn’t going to put all of his troubles in the past, no matter how charming the man.

“Dinner only, take it or leave it.”

A long sigh came across the line. “All right. Where?”

Mase gave the name of his cousin’s restaurant—the man made a great lobster ravioli. “Meet me there at seven tonight. Be prompt or I’ll cancel our date.” He barely resisted the urge to tell Kit that there would be a punishment if he was late. He had a feeling Kit would show up an hour past their meeting time just to test him out.

“Yes, Sir,” Kit muttered before Mase hung up.

He didn’t want to give the tempting man another chance to coax him into anything more. Hopefully dinner at his cousin’s restaurant would prevent him from pouncing on the pretty young man.

His phone rang again. Without checking the readout, he answered, “Kit, you’re not going to change my mind.”

“I don’t want to change anything but your status from living to dead. I can’t let you kill another one. I’ll be watching you,” a cold, quiet voice said.

The words chilled him to the bone. It can’t be him. It’s impossible. His grip on the phone tightened as his hand began to shake. Taking a breath to steady his nerves, he asked, “Who is this?”

A whispery chuckle came across the line, frosting Mase’s spine with ice. “You know me. After all, you’re the reason I’m dead.”

Before he said anything else, the person disconnected. Mase sat there for several minutes. Bile rose in his throat. Tossing the phone down on the bed, Mase fled to the bathroom just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet.

After he gave a final heave, he slumped down onto the floor and stayed there for several minutes before his knees firmed up enough to hold his weight. Even with his muscles finally under his control, he couldn’t get his hands to stop shaking as he flushed the toilet. He stumbled to the sink, rinsed out his mouth then quickly brushed his teeth.

“He’s dead,” he told his stricken reflection in the mirror. Dead people couldn’t make phone calls. But why would anyone bother him now, after a year of blame and self-recrimination? It had taken a lot of counselling for Mase to realise that he hadn’t caused his lover’s death. He’d found out too late about Jeff’s instability—a manic-depressive who’d stopped taking his medication and hadn’t told Mase he’d ever been on it.

Mase had left the apartment that night to buy dinner and take a break from what he’d thought of as one of Jeff’s temper tantrums. He hadn’t known Jeff was having a psychotic episode or that he should’ve received professional help. When he’d returned, it was to find his lover had bled to death in his bathroom. Jeff’s family hadn’t taken his death well and had blamed Mase. Fortunately for Mase, they’d lost both the legal and the civil lawsuits. He’d finally had to get a restraining order against Jeff’s mother and brother, Philip, when they kept showing up at his condo and screaming at him.

He’d moved from Chicago to Seattle to be closer to his own family and to avoid Jeff’s relatives. Unfortunately, the BDSM culture was small and the rumours had followed him to the new city. Luckily the money he’d inherited, along with his investments, had made moving easier than if he’d had to find a job…but the freedom money gave him also allowed him plenty of time to think about his problems.