There's an excerpt here (and one on the product page on Dreamspinner) but I'll do a smutty one on Saturday.
The Dom's Way
As they learn what works best for them both, Way has trouble obeying some of the rules Neal imposes. Like the no touching himself rule. Neal wants Way to learn control, but Way, after so long holding back, has trouble not indulging. The two men must work together to find the balance that brings them each the most satisfaction and happiness.
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Neal had spent the afternoon making love with Way. Now he was cooking a special supper while Way napped. He’d exhausted his boy.
Grinning, he flipped the steaks.
Way wanted to learn to be his sub. Way wanted to learn the lifestyle.
He wanted to howl with excitement.
How had he gotten so lucky?
He whistled softly as he moved the steaks into the oven. He was in love. His boy wanted to learn. It was totally time to do a little dance.
He heard Way shifting on the sofa, stretching out tall.
He filled a champagne glass with ginger ale and brought it out to Way, leaving it on the coffee table.
His boy was waking up, beginning to search for him, look for him. He loved that, how Way naturally turned to him, even in sleep.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, he watched Way’s face as sleep slowly chased itself off.
“Neal.” Way slid his hand over his leg, petting him. “Something smells amazing.”
“Steak. Fries. Broccoli.” Simple but yummy.
“Yum. Do you need help?”
“Nope. It’s all taken care of.” He took the champagne glass and offered it over. “Ginger ale.”
“Fancy!” Way smiled at him, obviously tickled. “Thank you.”
“I thought it would be nice to really dress things up. I feel like we’re celebrating.” The beginning of the rest of their lives. He’d known for a while that Way was it for him, but to know he wasn’t going to have to give up this side of himself, that Way was going to share it with him, was definitely cause for celebration.
“That’s neat. I’ve never celebrated naked.”
“No?” He tried to think of a time he’d done something like this. “I don’t think I have either, but I think we should consider it a regular thing.”
“Me too!” Way’s laughter rang out. “Do you have a glass too, so we can cheers together?”
He grabbed the other glass off the table and held it up. “Cheers to us.”
Neal took a sip, then wrapped one hand in Way’s heavy mass of dark hair, drawing his boy in for a kiss. It might have been fun to do it with actual champagne, but he wanted them to be sober as they began their journey together.
Groaning, he broke their lips apart and rubbed their noses together. “Did you have a good nap?”
“I did. I never nap, but you wore me out.”
He chuckled and petted Way’s chest. “I plan to wear you out a lot.”
Way pinked and blushed, head ducking.
He hugged his boy and had another sip. “So, did you want to talk about anything you’ve learned or are curious about?” Neal wanted Way and his innate curiosity to lead their relationship.
“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve seen lots.” Yes, Neal imagined so. The upper floors of the gym were devoted to physicality—sexual and otherwise.
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