Twice the Touch by Cara Dee Read Free Book Online

the world. Doctors Without Borders—an honorable man for sure. "Damn, it's good to see ya, buddy."
    "You too." He grins and takes a sip of his draft. "It's good to be home." When he pulls out his wallet, I wave it off. "Cheers, mate." A geographical cocktail, that’s what he is —with looks to match. With a half-Brazilian mother, an Australian father, and one grandparent who is Irish, he's inherited a bit of everything. Black hair, alabaster skin, striking green eyes, and his own little accent. It's mostly American since he actually grew up in the States, but there are definitely a few quirks. "And I just got back yesterday." He answers my previous question. "For good."
    My eyebrows rise. "For good?"
    As far as I knew, those two words didn’t exist in his vocabulary. Unless it's saying that he'll be a vagabond for good. He used to work at a private hospital here, but when his fiancée died in a car accident five years ago, he left it all behind and joined Doctors Without Borders. I don’t think he's still mourning her, but there's been a definite change in his behavior. A bit more subdued. Quiet. Detached.
    He shrugs and eyes a laughing sub being chased by his Domme. "I'm getting old." His gaze travels back to mine. "And my last stint made me miss home."
    I scoff . "Old. You're what, thirty-five, thirty-six?"
    He smirks and tips his glass at me. "Cheers—but it's forty in a couple months."
    Eh. Still not fucking old. Christ, people are too obsessed with numbers these days. If my mother's not complaining I haven't settled down yet, it's my sister-in-law who wants cousins for my niece. It's like every time I see them, they remind me of my age. As if I've forgotten.
    "So, you're going to look for a job here, then?" I assume. He's a trust-fund baby, so he might not need it, but the years I've known him have shown he's a hard worker.
    "I'm in no rush, but…yeah, eventually." He giv es the club an appreciative glance. "Nick's really done well with this place. I've missed it." He points to a few stalls. "Good idea—this expansion."
    I couldn’t agree more, and we keep talking a little about this and that; I also introduce him to Kevin, who started working here a year and a half ago, right after Rio took off for…Cambodia, I think.
    We fill Rio in on what's new, mainly Nicholas meeting Kayla, and I chuckle my way through the story of how they met. Nick told me earlier this evening that they're flying up to Oregon this Christmas to see Kayla's family, which will be the first time since his ex's sister's wedding when he came with one woman and left with Kayla.
    "Sounds like drama to me." Rio shakes his head in amusement. "Is he around? I looked for him, but I didn’t see him."
    "He's playing." I jerk my chin toward the original club area.
    At this point, several subs have been found by their Doms, and the laughter of those who are running mixes with the sound of owners staking claim. Some scream out in pleasure as they get fucked publicly, some beg for mercy, some plead for more.
    It's heady and reminds me once more of the fact that I'm stuck behind the fucking bar instead of playing.
    Next time , I vow to myself.

Chapter 5
    The day after, I make my way toward my big brother's house in Sausalito and park outside, seeing all the cars I expected to see. My younger brothers—Ted and Seth—are here, as are my parents. An unconventional family. Only our immediate family is here. Because my siblings hate the others.
    Walking up the path littered with Abby's outdoor toys, I steel myself for another dinner with the family. God knows I love them, but sometimes I don’t know how I put up with their shit. I'm talking about my conservative brothers, not my parents. Mom and Dad are the opposite. Here at my brother's place, we get white picket fences, the suburban feel, and the all-American dream sprinkled with a few extra zeroes in the bank account. All my brothers are the same.
    Greg followed in Dad's footsteps first and became a