disappointed when he saw the hotel had only Pepsi. Yet the kid barely blinked. I had to look very closely to see how he felt. He gets two little lines between his brows, but otherwise he schools his face completely.” Jake drank some of his beer.
“I like it. It tastes like regular Coke instead of diet. I drink it all the time. I don’t like beer.” Caden took another sip.
“A former soldier who doesn’t like beer, that’s unnatural,” Bull told Caden.
“That’s why I live with Johnny and not you.”
Bull hurmpped.
“Could we get back on topic? Davey texted me. I have to leave to pick him up at Caden’s which means I’m going to have to follow you home to Jackson. I have a GPS in the car but sometimes it’s unreliable in farm country.”
“He’s a sub. Whether or not he decides to explore his submissive side is up to him. He looks gun shy, as if he’s been beaten for no reason and that’s going to make convincing him to take even a spanking difficult, and spanking is what you do.” Bear used his napkin to wipe some mustard from the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah, my frustrations build up all week then I take it out on some sub’s ass on the weekend.” Jake sighed.
“If he’s as good a paralegal as you claim, won’t you be less frustrated?” Caden asked.
Jake’s face brightened. “That’s true.” Then he shook his head. “But I’m still a Dom, that’s not going away.”
“True. So, if you want him, he’ll have to learn to accept what you give out. You’ll find out a lot about how he feels about you if he’s willing to try.” Caden took another bite of his sandwich.
§ § §
Saturday Lunch at Johnny’s
Greg, Davey and the others arrived at about the same time despite traveling in separate cars. Mrs. Mills was at the door. “How nice to see all of you boys again! Oh, there is one more of you, and who are you, dear?”
“My name is Davey Howell. I came with Jake Cohen for the weekend.” Davey blushed.
“Jake’s that the lovely lawyer who drew up Harvey Thomas’ new contract of employment. He doesn’t bother Johnny as much. I’ll call Johnny.”
Johnny came down the stairs, hair mussed and black glasses perched on his nose.
“Someone’s been coding again on a Saturday. Does Caden know?”
“No, and nobody’s going to tell him. It’s that scheduling app for the Army he thought the government needed and it’s a surprise. He still has friends over there and it looks like things are blowing up again in the Middle East. I listen to the news now, Caden’s in the reserve for two years yet. It’s like being an indentured servant. Caden’s done enough he shouldn’t have to go back.”
“Don’t worry, Johnny, Caden’s not going back even if I have to shoot him in the foot to keep him here. He did three tours. Enough is enough.” Danny was dry-eyed and determined.
Fifteen minutes later all of the boys were lounging in the great room. Davey’s cat was playing on the floor with Johnny’s, batting a rolled up ball of aluminum foil Aubrey made back and forth.
“Davey, have you decided what to do about Jake?” Johnny played with his cat helping him bat the aluminum ball back to the Balinese.
“I think I’m going to stick my toe in the water as Robbie suggested.”
“Lunch is ready, boys,” Mrs. Mills said as she came out wiping her hands on a towel.
Greg turned to Davey. “You ready for the inquisition?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Everyone rose and went to the dining room.
Mrs. Mills set a beautiful table. She had placemats and cloth napkins out with a floral centerpiece. She’d brought out the good china and silver.
“You were expecting maybe Pope Frank, Mrs. Mills?” Jim raised his eyebrow.
“Shush, she doesn’t get much of a chance to show off,” Johnny whispered.
She came back with a lovely cream of mushroom soup in a large silver tureen. Johnny served the soup. “Mrs. Mills, soup is perfect for a day in late September.”
She also
“I like it. It tastes like regular Coke instead of diet. I drink it all the time. I don’t like beer.” Caden took another sip.
“A former soldier who doesn’t like beer, that’s unnatural,” Bull told Caden.
“That’s why I live with Johnny and not you.”
Bull hurmpped.
“Could we get back on topic? Davey texted me. I have to leave to pick him up at Caden’s which means I’m going to have to follow you home to Jackson. I have a GPS in the car but sometimes it’s unreliable in farm country.”
“He’s a sub. Whether or not he decides to explore his submissive side is up to him. He looks gun shy, as if he’s been beaten for no reason and that’s going to make convincing him to take even a spanking difficult, and spanking is what you do.” Bear used his napkin to wipe some mustard from the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah, my frustrations build up all week then I take it out on some sub’s ass on the weekend.” Jake sighed.
“If he’s as good a paralegal as you claim, won’t you be less frustrated?” Caden asked.
Jake’s face brightened. “That’s true.” Then he shook his head. “But I’m still a Dom, that’s not going away.”
“True. So, if you want him, he’ll have to learn to accept what you give out. You’ll find out a lot about how he feels about you if he’s willing to try.” Caden took another bite of his sandwich.
§ § §
Saturday Lunch at Johnny’s
Greg, Davey and the others arrived at about the same time despite traveling in separate cars. Mrs. Mills was at the door. “How nice to see all of you boys again! Oh, there is one more of you, and who are you, dear?”
“My name is Davey Howell. I came with Jake Cohen for the weekend.” Davey blushed.
“Jake’s that the lovely lawyer who drew up Harvey Thomas’ new contract of employment. He doesn’t bother Johnny as much. I’ll call Johnny.”
Johnny came down the stairs, hair mussed and black glasses perched on his nose.
“Someone’s been coding again on a Saturday. Does Caden know?”
“No, and nobody’s going to tell him. It’s that scheduling app for the Army he thought the government needed and it’s a surprise. He still has friends over there and it looks like things are blowing up again in the Middle East. I listen to the news now, Caden’s in the reserve for two years yet. It’s like being an indentured servant. Caden’s done enough he shouldn’t have to go back.”
“Don’t worry, Johnny, Caden’s not going back even if I have to shoot him in the foot to keep him here. He did three tours. Enough is enough.” Danny was dry-eyed and determined.
Fifteen minutes later all of the boys were lounging in the great room. Davey’s cat was playing on the floor with Johnny’s, batting a rolled up ball of aluminum foil Aubrey made back and forth.
“Davey, have you decided what to do about Jake?” Johnny played with his cat helping him bat the aluminum ball back to the Balinese.
“I think I’m going to stick my toe in the water as Robbie suggested.”
“Lunch is ready, boys,” Mrs. Mills said as she came out wiping her hands on a towel.
Greg turned to Davey. “You ready for the inquisition?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Everyone rose and went to the dining room.
Mrs. Mills set a beautiful table. She had placemats and cloth napkins out with a floral centerpiece. She’d brought out the good china and silver.
“You were expecting maybe Pope Frank, Mrs. Mills?” Jim raised his eyebrow.
“Shush, she doesn’t get much of a chance to show off,” Johnny whispered.
She came back with a lovely cream of mushroom soup in a large silver tureen. Johnny served the soup. “Mrs. Mills, soup is perfect for a day in late September.”
She also
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