Needing Harte (1-800-DOM-Help) by Marilu Mann Read Free Book Online Page B

silently. With Master Jason and Leo standing in the hall just outside the door, the energy in the room had gone from heated to downright chilly. Ramey’s confusion threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to stay with Harte, he wanted to be home. He needed a cocktail and some loud, pounding music forcing every other thought out of his brain. Maybe he just needed to work out.
    He needed Harte. Instead he stood silently as Master Jason clipped the borrowed leash to his collar and then to his belt. The three of them made their way through the club to the dressing room and then to the car. Ramey curled into the corner of the backseat and closed his eyes.
    “Ramey, faking sleep is only going to postpone the inevitable.” Leo’s voice drifted from the front.
    “Let him be, boy. He needs some time.” Although Jason’s voice was soft, even Ramey heard the steel. He was thankful for it. He did need space to sort things out. Anything that moved him beyond this place of feeling so lost.
    Instead of just stopping and dropping him off, Master Jason got out of the car in front of his building. Master Jason held his chin after they hugged. “Ramey, I am available for discussion after six tomorrow night. Please come see me.”
    Nodding, Ramey wrapped his arms around him again. He reached out to squeeze Leo’s hand then let himself into his building. The elevator seemed too closed in so he opted to run the stairs just to let some steam off. He reached the third floor easily.
    Once inside, he turned on his computer. He cranked some trance music then poured himself a glass of red wine. Ramey flopped down on the couch but popped back up restlessly.
    What was it about Harte that had him so wound up? He massaged his head with both hands while trying to get into the passive state of mind this music usually transported him to.
    A glance at the clock told him it was just after two in the morning. He wondered what Harte was doing. Had he stayed at the club? Found another sub to practice on?
    What was he thinking anyway to get involved with a cop? That could only lead to trouble.
    His parents had always distrusted cops and they’d passed that on to him with their nomadic lifestyle and lack of any real parental guidance. They’d essentially kicked him out of the house when he was just sixteen because they just weren’t interested in him being there anymore, and because they couldn’t deal with his BDSM tendencies.
    From there he’d had a few run-ins with cops himself. He didn’t trust them even though there’d been one or two who had tried to help him. He had the feeling that Harte might be one of those cops, the good ones. He’d shown some compassion when his partner had told Ramey about Kevin’s death. He had taken the initiative to learn about being a Dom before coming to the club, and he’d done a damn good job of it for someone new to the lifestyle.
    Ramey wanted to spend more time with him, in or out of the club scene.
    “Damn it. I don’t even have his number.” Ramey set the glass of wine down hard enough to slosh a bit over the edge. “This is crap.”
    Getting on his stationary bike, Ramey sucked in a deep breath as his recently paddled and fucked ass hit the hard seat. As he found a somewhat comfortable spot, he set the time for forty-five minutes and peddled like he could actually get somewhere.
     
    Harte stared at the closed door. What the hell had just happened? Could Ramey be that casual about sex? Then he laughed. Of course he could. He was a hot stripper sub who apparently was wanted by everyone, Dom or not.
    And Harte was just someone who didn’t know the first thing about Domination other than how it made him feel.
    Dragging a hand over his face, he decided he needed more information. Even after talking with Winters and Master Thomas and doing some research on the Internet, he didn’t feel that he knew enough. After dressing, he went back out to the bar. The club was still hopping but it felt empty without