Virgin Territory by Kim Dare Read Free Book Online Page B

shoulders and bent his knees slightly to look Trevor straight in the eye. Yep—one hundred percent sloshed. As drunk as only a cop working on a truly hellish case could get and, by the looks of it, Trevor was working on a doozy. “You got your car with you?”
    A submissive stepped forward and distinguished himself from the general crowd. “I have his car keys, sir. I’ll be more than happy to drive D.I. Saunders home whenever he wishes to leave.”
    The sub was vaguely familiar. Aaron was sure he’d seen him with Trevor before. Trevor made no objection.
    Aaron nodded. “Good lad.” He smiled, more than happy to hand over the job of designated driver.
    Turning away from the pair, Aaron was just about to set off in search of his own sub when he found it necessary to stop short. Danny was right there, standing so close to him that the toe caps of their boots almost knocked together.
    “I hear you’ve been looking for me,” Aaron said.
    Danny just smiled, his dimple clearly visible through his stubble.
    “Something about a marker?” Aaron raised an eyebrow and tried to look knowledgeable and sophisticated, rather than more nervous than any dom wanted to admit being.
    Danny’s lips quirked into a lopsided grin.
    “What, have you taken a vow of silence since last time we hooked up?” Aaron asked. The hush-hush routine was doing nothing for his nerves.
    Danny leant forward.
    His stubble rubbed against Aaron’s jaw.
    “The only words I want to say to you come in the form of commands. Do you want me to order you onto your knees in front of all your friends? I assumed that you’d prefer to keep your submission just between us, but if I was wrong…”
    Aaron pulled back far enough to meet Danny’s gaze. The boy meant it. Calling his bluff would be stupid. Making a joke would be asking for trouble.
    There was only one response Aaron could safely give. “Let’s go.”
    He led the way out of the club. For some reason it felt as if he was being chased rather than followed tonight. He instinctively walked slightly faster, sure that Danny would have no trouble keeping up.
    Reaching his bike, Aaron opened one of the panniers and took out a helmet. About to reach for the other pannier, Aaron hesitated, remembering the hulk of shining black and chrome outside Danny’s house. “Did you bring your own ride?” You don’t seriously expect me to ride pillion, do you? Aaron barely dared to breathe while he waited for the answer. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the idea of everyone seeing him ride behind Danny, or the way doing that might screw with his mind.
    Danny’s eyes sparkled in the light from a nearby street lamp as he let the possibility hang in the air. Finally, he spoke. “I’ll ride with you.”
    Aaron handed over his spare helmet and tried his best to hide his relief.
    “Get on.” Danny’s tone of voice was unmistakable. It was an order, not a suggestion.
    It was Aaron’s bike, but that didn’t change the fact that Danny was the man in charge.
    Aaron swung his leg over his bike and pulled on his gloves, his fingers just a bit clumsy. As he set his hands on the handlebars, Danny mounted the pillion seat behind him.
    The boy caught hold of Aaron’s waist in a firm grip and rubbed his crotch against Aaron’s arse. Already hard and evidently looking forward to the evening’s entertainment, he ground their bodies together. Even through their clothing, the sensation was enough to make Aaron’s cock reach full attention.
    Aaron didn’t ask where Danny wanted to go. He headed to his own house, damned if he’d get topped in any place where housemates might walk in on them at any moment. Danny offered no comment on the route they took.
    Aaron slowed down, rolling the bike the last few yards up the drive but leaving it outside the garage at the side of his house. Not a single word hit the air as they dismounted and took off their helmets. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep any nervous small talk to