Dream Spinner (Dream Team Book 3), Kristen Ashley [reading eggs books txt] 📗

anything but amused now.

Nevertheless, I kept going.

“He was definitely sweet. Treated me really well. Had a nice house, a flashy car. Was decent in bed, but it could be good. A couple of months into it, he shared that he wasn’t a one-woman guy. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be a one-woman guy. He was seeing two other women as well as me. And he wanted to continue seeing me, but he didn’t feel it was right to do that unless I knew what the future held. I liked him and he treated me great. But I wasn’t a big fan of feeling like a number instead of feeling special. I ended things with him. He was disappointed and told me so. Said if I changed my mind, all I had to do was call. But he wasn’t too broken up about it, even though I kinda was. And even if I was, that said I’d made the right decision.”

“And before him?” Axl asked when I quit speaking.

“No one of note,” I answered.

“You’re sure?”

“I’ll think on it, but yeah, pretty sure.”

He nodded.

Then he launched in.

“I had a girlfriend sophomore through senior year in high school. We didn’t last through basic training, and that was mostly on me. I loved her in high school, but halfway through basic, I knew my feelings were in a way high school was where they ended. I’ve dated a lot but not as much as other guys I know because I find the game playing annoying. If I ask a woman out, I know her and know I definitely want to know more about her. Not know how many days she makes me wait to get a return text. Being active military isn’t conducive to relationships, but I saw a woman at the base who was also enlisted. We broke it off before I got out. Had one long-term relationship since, that lasted nearly a year. She wanted marriage and babies and made that plain. I wasn’t ready, which made it plain to me she wasn’t the one. And that’s it.”

I stared at him, liking that he leveled the playing field straight off the bat, making something awkward and not fun at this stage in our relationship something that was quick-hit sharing.

I gave, he got.

He gave, I got.

And he continued doing it.

“I’m not into kink but I am into being creative. That will range from the fact we will not only fuck in a bed, but anywhere we feel like it to light bondage and me willing to talk through shit you might want to explore. And I have a life philosophy. That being, you shouldn’t just be aiming to do it right, or not at all, you should aim to excel at it. And that includes sex.”

Oh my.

“You not into kink?” he asked boldly.

“I, uh … really …never gave it much thought from a practical standpoint.”

“Either of these guys or any guy you’ve been with try to introduce it and you shot him down?”

I shook my head, going on to say, “Which is probably why I didn’t give it much thought. It wasn’t introduced and I’ve never been with a guy long enough to uh …as you say, explore.”

A short nod, no commentary, more questions.

“Any guy tell you he wanted to take you to a sex club? Watch BDSM porn with you?”

I shook my head again, but shared hesitantly, “Though, I watch porn.”

His ear dipped to his shoulder and his voice changed. “Yeah?”

I nodded my head.

“You watch with a guy?” he asked quietly.

I went back to shaking my head.

“You want to?”

“I’m into gay porn,” I told him.

“Well, shit.”

He grinned.

But I sat up straight.

And Axl didn’t miss it.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, I watch BDSM gay porn. Some of it is pretty hard-core.”

“And it’s a watch thing only?”

“If you mean on my laptop, yeah.”

“I mean you don’t go to clubs?”

Back to shaking my head.

“Conventions? Shows?”

More shaking of my head.

“So you haven’t met anyone in that world,” he stated.

“No,” I confirmed.

“You watch it with your curtains open, say someone can see in?”

God.

This was humiliating.

“No, in bed.”

“Right,” he whispered, lips twitching.

He knew I did it, and I touched myself while I did it.

Ugh.

Someone kill me.

He kept at it.

“So online pay-per-view?”

Yes, I needed someone to kill me.

“I have a subscription.”

No more twitching, he smiled.

“Atta girl,” he murmured.

“This is mortifying,” I murmured back, turning my attention to my forgotten bagel.

“Baby, look at me.”

I didn’t want to, but I looked at him.

“It’s natural. It’s healthy. And just so you know where I’m at with it, I find it attractive. You know what you like, you got the courage to seek it out and get it.”

“It’s probably not what you like.”

“No, but women dig man-on-man like men dig women-on-women. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Do you dig women-on-women?”

“Absolutely.”

A giggle erupted from me.

He smiled at me while it did.

After it was done, he said, “When we get to that point, and we’re in a mutual mood, we’ll go to our corners to get our thing and meet in the middle.”

He’d said “when.”

And also, I mean, having a porn deal with the guy you haven’t quite started seeing yet was pretty awesome.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He bent in, and this time I didn’t get a neck kiss. I got a lip touch.

But that was nice too.

He moved back, took a bite of his bagel, I took one of mine.

But when he swallowed, he asked, “It’s an outside shot, but your subscription, you have to give a cell number for that?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Sorry, Hattie, I gotta know the site just so we can rule that out as an avenue to you.”

Fantastic.

I told him the site.

He just nodded and did nothing else.

“Well, one can say this quick ride home has been a, not so quick and b, eventful,” I mumbled to my bagel, before taking a bite.

“Hattie?”

I looked to him, chewing. “I’ve wanted this for months, being with you, and it’s safe to say I wouldn’t have started with your porn preferences, but I’ll take anything I can get