If anything, he was pinging my sub-dar hard even with the black band around his wrist-if sub-dar was even a thing. I hope you’re having a wonderful time.”įoster’s expression was so open and sweet that I was having a hard time picturing him as the sadist Spencer had called him. Guys, this is Marshall, the one I was telling you about and his little, Ollie.”įoster, aka the cute one, leaned forward and held out his hand. “Marshall, this is Foster and Carson, the owners of The Church. I opened my mouth to make our excuses and get out of there when Spencer started introducing the two forgotten men at his side. Not liking his position, he turned, wrapped his arms and legs around me, and pressed in tight with his head resting on my shoulder, which seemed to be his go-to position. Taking the spot next to Nolan, I pulled Oliver down into my lap. With five people in the booth, there wasn’t much room left, which wasn’t a problem. Oliver was starting to tire a lot faster than I’d expected. The other was more buff with short, clipped hair, blue eyes, and a military demeanor.īesides getting that brief impression, I didn’t pay them any more attention. One had that cute, boy-next-door vibe with his tousled chestnut hair, bluish green eyes, and a soft, easy smile.
They were both in their early thirties maybe late twenties but had completely different looks. Nolan was talking to a pretty, blonde girl while Spencer was chatting with two other men.
Thankfully, Nolan and Spencer were still holding down our booth although there were a few new people hanging around. It was getting late and the club was really starting to pick up. A primitive part of my being soared in primal satisfaction as if I’d successfully staked my claim. Everyone would know that he was owned and well taken care of. As I steered Oliver back to the main portion of the club, I knew everyone who saw his mouth would know it had been well used by his Daddy.
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