Manties in a Twist (The Subs Club Book 3) (2 page)

I grabbed some animal crackers and a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet and went to the table.

My phone made a lightsaber sound. I took it out of my pocket and checked. Text from Dave:
Hey, buddy. Wanna come with Maya and me laterz for location scouting?

For a few seconds I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I texted
What are you talking about?
and then I realized he probably meant the kink fair, and then he was like,
The kink fair
. It was cool he was asking me, even though I figured it was mostly because Miles was getting ready to bring a kid into his life, and Gould was working. I wasn’t really anyone’s first choice to handle club business.

Basically, last year, my friends and me had formed the Subs Club, an online group where submissives and bottoms could talk about stuff like BDSM safety and watching out for doms who sucked. We’d started it because our other best friend, Hal, got killed a couple of years ago by a dom named Bill Henson who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

I bit the head off a hippo. Animal cracker dust got on my screen as I thought about how to reply.

The club had run into some trouble at first, because we’d kinda violated the privacy of a bunch of local doms by reviewing them on our site. So we’d taken down the review blog and started a discussion forum called the Sounding Board. But a few months ago, Dave had decided we should take the Subs Club on the road. We’d given a talk about safe BDSM at a local college, and then Dave wanted to host a kink fair in the spring and make it free to the public. So he’d asked an all-female kink group called Finger Bang if they’d help us plan it. Maya, who was in the Subs Club
and
Finger Bang, was kind of being a liaison.

I texted back:
In like flynn.

I opened the peanut butter and started dipping my animal crackers in it.

Then I remembered something.

I texted Dave again.
Shit sorry forgot Ry and I are going to look at curtains.

I waited, but Dave didn’t write back.

Ryan returned a few minutes later and stole a camel from me, and we made out a little more.

“So Trips B tonight? For real?” I had to work the next two days, but I’d totally find time to put the curtains up if it meant our place would look awesome for Saturday.

“You bet.” He bit my lower lip and held on, but then I stood, which meant he either had to release me or do tiptoes. He chose tiptoes. Dude never gives up.

We stared at each other for a moment and laughed, and then he let go and went to the fridge to check the Capri Sun sitch. I got out my phone.

He rummaged in the fridge. “We’re out of Pacific Cooler.”

“Yeah, dude.” I started a text to my mom. “We should hit up Giant Eagle after curtains.”

He straightened, letting the fridge door fall shut. “Did you ever find your Giant Eags card?”

“It was in the washing machine. Looks okay, though.”

I texted Mom that the housewarming party was set for Saturday. She wrote back that she’d be there, and then I got this, like, intensely mommish text that she was proud of me, with lots of exclamation points.

It was nice to have one person who was a hundred percent on board with my choice to move in with Ryan, since all my friends had been like,
Too soon, man
. Ryan and I had only known each other four months, and I guess they all figured I hadn’t thought this through. But when I’d told Mom, she’d said it was great that I was always willing to take risks and try new things. Which I wasn’t even sure was true, seeing as how I’d pretty much lived in the same place and done the same things my whole life, except for when I went to college for a hot minute. And even then, I’d picked a school an hour away.

Mom also texted that my dad would be visiting town next Tuesday through Thursday. Which was random. Dad lived in Oregon, and he hadn’t come here to visit in years—always paid for me to fly out and see him. He and Mom got along okay, but not great, and he and I were . . . I mean, I missed him, but not to the point where I couldn’t wait until Christmas to see him.

Ryan came over to the table with a strawberry-kiwi Cap Sun. “You look very serious.”

I glanced up. “My dad’s coming to town.”

“I thought he never came here.”

I focused on the screen again. “Yeah. The last time was, like, four years ago.”

“When’s he coming?”

“Tuesday.” I hovered my thumbs over the keyboard. “Think I should invite him to see me play?”

I was playing at Pitch, a local bar, on Wednesday night. Mostly covers, but I was thinking of debuting a couple of original songs too.

“Yeah.” Ryan peeled the straw off the side of the foil packet. “I don’t know your dad. But he’d probably love to see you play.”

“Well, now you’ll get to meet him.” Ryan and my mom were already ridick in love, and I figured my dad would probably like Ryan a lot too. My dad loved anyone who knew how to jerry-rig stuff. And Ryan was nothing if not a jerry-rigger.

“Cool.” He stabbed the straw into the foil and took a sip. “This tastes like car air freshener.”

Amanda came into the kitchen, and we hung out with her for another hour and a half while she waited for her laundry to finish. Between the three of us, we ate basically all the snacks in the house. By the time she peaced out, Ryan and I were in too much of a food coma for Bed Bath & Beyond.

“How about we take our pants off instead?” Ryan was already unzipping his jeans.

I groaned and undid mine too. Slid them down and stepped out of them. “This feels sooo much better.”

“Your boxers have a hole in the back.”

I glanced down over my shoulder. “That’s on purpose. It’s my easy-access hole.” I stripped off my shirt too, because it was hot as balls. I rubbed the hair on my stomach to make it fuzz up.

He walked behind me and put his arms around me. His chin didn’t even reach my shoulder, and his tiny hands laced over my abs. He was a friggin’ adorable doll who’d come to life, and nothing was going to stop me from thinking that, even if I didn’t say it out loud.

His size had taken a little getting used to. I was six four and still had my jock muscles from high school. I’d tried a million times to explain to Ryan how much I loved his tininess, but he was sensitive about it, so it was hard to find ways of, like, expressing my enthusiasm that didn’t sound insulting. For instance, I’d learned not to say, “It’s like when you have a Chihuahua and you’re always afraid you’re gonna accidentally sit on it.” Which I’d
meant
as a compliment, because Chihuahuas are cute as fuck and tough little assholes, but Ryan had kind of been like,
“Hey, bend over and we’ll see if you feel like sitting on anything ever again.”

So I kept my admiration secret. I loved that he looked sort of frail, like those ghost kids in
The Others
who can’t go into the sunlight, but was actually so fierce that he surprised me sometimes with his strength. I loved that I submitted to him even though he couldn’t have physically overpowered me. I felt like his fucking dragon on a chain. I’d do anything he told me, but also I’d murder anyone who tried to hurt him.

He kissed my shoulder. “Let’s pass out on the couch for a while, then I’ll access your hole.”

He was all romantic-as-tits like that. I put my hands over his and squeezed. “Love you.”

I’d said “I love you” to him for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and he’d said it back like it was no big thing. My friends all made this huge deal out of
When’s too soon to say that shit?
But I didn’t care. I didn’t think you had to wait a certain amount of time to love somebody. You could love him right away and then change your mind later if he turned out to be a dick. And if you knew you loved him, why not tell him?

“Love you too.” He hip-bumped me toward the living room. We waddled side by side, heading for the couch.

He stopped. “Oh shit. Look.”

I turned to him, then glanced at the floor where he was looking.

There was a pair of red lace panties on the carpet, a dryer sheet clinging to them.

“Huh.” I wasn’t sure what to do.

He poked them with his toe. “Amanda must have dropped them.”

“We can give them back to her at the housewarming thing.”

We stared at the panties. I didn’t know much about girls’ underwear, but these looked
nice
. Deep red and not too frilly, and the patterns in the lace were, like, intricate. I got a little hypnotized by them, and my stomach tightened, which was either something to do with sexual feelings or with a whole package of Chips Ahoy.

Ryan reached down and grabbed them. “I’ll just . . .”

I didn’t want him to take them away yet. “Are those Victoria’s Secret or something?”

“Uh . . .” He checked the label. “I don’t know. They’re like a French name?”

“Can I touch them?”

He looked at me like maybe I had a guy-with-the-lotion-in-
Silence-of-the-Lambs
past I wasn’t telling him about. “You want to touch my friend’s panties?”

“You’re touching them right now,” I pointed out.

He handed them to me.

“They’re big.” I stretched them between my fingers.

I kept waiting for Ryan to be like,
Seriously, enough perving on my friend’s panties
. But he was just gazing at the red lace in my hands like he was under some kind of spell too. “Those would look hot on you.”

I jolted.
Hot on
me
?

That was . . . I didn’t . . . I wasn’t . . . These weren’t even . . .

We stared at each other for a moment, and then it was like an eighties power ballad started to play, and suddenly my boxers were off and I was pulling on the panties. And Ryan was on his knees all, like, making me turn around for him and squeezing the parts of my ass that were hanging out the back of the lace. And then he pulled my dick over the waistband and put it in his mouth, and that’s all I remember.

We woke two hours later on the floor, disoriented and covered in jizz.

Ryan lifted his head. “What happened?”

I looked at my dick, on which hung the shredded remains of the red lace panties. “Either an angry hamster was in these panties . . .”

“Or you looked so hot in them I tried to tear them off you so I could get more of your dick down my throat.”

We made eye contact, and I swallowed.

“I think it was the second one.”

He nodded. “Me too.”

“It was so fucking hot.”

“The way you
look
in them—”

“And the way they feel . . .”

He rose onto his knees. Crawled over and straddled me. “I want you to get a pair.”

I grinned and sat up. “Seriously?”

He nodded and splayed a hand on my chest, pushing me back down. “I want you to wear them
a lot
.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“I want you to wear an actual dress.”

“Uh, okay.”

He tugged my chest hair and leaned down to kiss across my collarbone. “And I want you to wear the panties underneath the dress.”

“Yeah?” He was blowing my
mind
.

“Yeah.” He ran his hand over my crotch. “And then I want to lift your skirt up and pull your panties down.”

I tilted my head back, panting. I was gonna come just thinking about this. “
Yes
.”

“Then I want to stick my fingers in your cunt.”

We both froze.

I lifted my head and stared at him. He stared back.

I frowned. “I, uh . . . don’t have . . .”

His face turned pink. “I know. I just got carried away.”

“You shouldn’t use that word.”

“I know. Can we just drop it?”

I didn’t say anything else. Just let him pull me up and spin me around and push me against the ottoman. I folded my arms and rested my chin on them as he ran his hands up and down my back. All I could think about now was panties. And dresses. And . . .

“Then I want to stick my fingers in your—”

“Tonight,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck and pressing his dick against my ass, “we’re gonna go shopping.”

I had a feeling he didn’t mean for curtains.

Later we were lying on the couch naked, watching
The Return of the King
. Ryan was curled under one of my arms, and I was messing around on my phone.

Ryan shifted to look up at me. “Do you have to text? We’re watching a movie.”

I glanced at the TV screen. “We’ve seen this a hundred times. Dave and I are talking about the housewarming party.”

We were actually playing this game we’d invented where you picked two random things that belonged to the other person and said you were gonna come all over them. Dave had threatened to come all over my slippers and thighs. I’d told him I was gonna come all over his couscous and lamp. Then he’d threatened my Kindle and wig. Now I was looking around the room for ideas.

Gonna come all over your afghan and lint
, I typed.

“You guys text all day, every day.” Ryan dug his elbow into my side. “Let’s watch.”

“Sure.” I sent my text and set the phone aside, yawning. Tried to focus on the movie. “Legolas always states the obvious.”