Riveted by SJD Peterson Page B

to working his schedule at the other club that it had taken him a while to get used to the new one. Ty still loved teasing him about it.
    “Ha ha ha. Bitch, please.” Micah scoffed. “Your Dom was doing the begging for a change.”
    Ty looked back over his shoulder toward Blake, who was still chatting with Tackett. “I take back what I said about you,” Ty said, unfazed. “If you got Blake to beg, then you’re a better man than I am.”
    That made Micah laugh. “Yeah, he begged me to cover your shift tonight. You know he would only beg for you, you smug bastard.” Micah froze, eyes going wide. “Oh sweet Jesus. Now there is someone I’d love to beg for.”
    Ty followed Micah’s gaze. It was directed toward where Blake sat. “You mean Tackett?” he asked.
    “Tackett,” Micah echoed.
    “He’s like twice your age,” Ty said incredulously.
    “Spank me, daddy!”
    Ty nudged him with an elbow. “It’s official. You’re even more perverted than I am.”
    Micah shrugged. “I can live with that. So introduce me.”
    “I will if you tell me why Blake has you covering my shift. What’s he up to?”
    “Don’t know, but I’ll make something up if I have to.” Micah never took his gaze from Tackett.
    “Lot of help you are. C’mon.” Ty huffed and handed Micah a towel. “Here, sop up the drool from your chin.”
    Micah grabbed the towel from him, tossed it aside, and shoved Ty toward the end of the bar where the two men sat.
    “Pushy bastard,” Ty grumbled. “You sure you don’t have any dominant tendencies?”
    “Why don’t you bend over and find out.”
    Ty just shook his head at Micah’s antics. Once he reached the bar where Tackett and Blake sat, he stopped and waited for Blake to address him. He could feel Micah vibrating behind him. Ty had seen many men come and go, but he’d never seen his friend so affected before. Ty had begun to suspect that Micah wasn’t really into the scene at all. Micah knew all the proper ways to address the Doms with respect, eyes lowered, flirting and teasing them, but Ty had never seen Micah go any further than that. As far as he knew, Micah wasn’t seeing anyone so maybe he was just picky. Tackett certainly was a step above most men in the looks department.
    Blake met Ty’s gaze and waggled his brows. “Hey, you sexy beast! Got any plans for the night?”
    “Well, Sir, I’m not really sure. Apparently, my new boss has just given me the night off.”
    Micah tugged on the back of his shirt.
    “Sounds like you owe your boss a really big thank you,” Blake said with a sly grin.
    Tackett chuckled, and Ty bit his lip to keep from joining him. “Do you have any suggestions for a suitable ‘thank you’ gift I could give him?”
    Micah’s tugging grew in strength and speed.
    “I do,” Blake said confidently. “But I think we should discuss this in private. It’s a very, very special kind of gift.”
    The hungry look in Blake’s gaze sent a tingling sensation racing down Ty’s spine and made heat pool in his groin. “Then it’s a good thing I’m off work so we can privately discuss this gift.”
    “Micah, could you call and ask Thomas to bring the car around?”
    The club employed a driver and provided a black sedan for taking home patrons unable to drive either because they were too drunk or, because they were too exhausted and/or sedated. But he and Blake never used the car. Blake didn’t drink and, while they occasionally played at the club, his lover preferred their own home. Ty found it odd that Blake was asking for the car, but he didn’t comment on it.
    Micah didn’t respond either, just continued to stare at Tackett and kept up his insistent, irritating tugging.
    “Micah,” Blake said louder, making Micah jump and the hand on Ty’s shirt halt.
    “What?” Micah snapped and then turned red when he realized how he’d responded to Blake. He glanced quickly between Tackett, Blake, and Ty, the color in his cheeks deepening when he realized