Free Catching Eagle's Eye by Samantha Cayto Page B

way for the better part of the last three weeks, although only at night. During the day, it behaved, lying dormant and compliant. As soon as his shift was over, however, it roused from its slumber, eager to play in the limited way allowed.
    Will had followed the plan set by Dane just as Dane had followed the plan set by Will. Of course, Will gave Dane a new plan as he progressed in his rehab. The SEAL hadn’t seen fit to do the same for Will.
    Every night, Will set his phone alarm for ten minutes. During that time, he stroked and teased his cock and balls unmercifully. When the time was up, he let go, unfulfilled and desperately wanting. It was torture, although he slept surprisingly well in spite of the teasing, or maybe because of it. It was worth it, though, no matter the case. At the beginning of every therapy session with Dane, he’d ask his patient how he had progressed since they’d last seen each other. Then Dane would do the same with him. He was proud to report he had followed his orders to the T.
    So it wasn’t so much the sight of all the available flesh in the room that made him stiff. It was the anticipation of what was to come once he settled into bed for the night. That was a long way off, though. Carlos was out on the dance floor with some hot twink, having a great time. Will would be a sucky wingman if he left the guy or made him cut the night short just because he had a standing date with his own hand.
    Resigned for a long wait, Will mentally sighed and took another swig of his beer. At least they had taken a cab, so he didn’t have to stay sober.
    “Hey, baby. Nice to see you again.”
    Will turned in response to the accented greeting and found himself almost nose-to-nose with the Hispanic guy who’d blown him weeks ago. Will gave him a quick smile. “Hi. How’s it going?”
    He didn’t want to strike up a conversation, and he wasn’t going for a repeat performance given his commitment to Dane. He could see, too, the voyeuristic boyfriend hanging a few feet away. The thought of putting on a show for anyone other than Dane didn’t appeal to him, either. Christ, he had it bad for the SEAL. But then that was the way he was wired. He hadn’t ever been under the control of a Dom before and as simple as the play between Dane and him had been so far, it was satisfying on a deeper level than he’d experienced before with any other guy.
    The other man took Will’s greeting as an invitation and stroked a finger down Will’s cheek. “Let’s go in back so I can suck your pretty cock again.”
    Will gave him a contrite look. “Sorry, but I’m kind of in a relationship and my man doesn’t share.” Even though he was stretching the truth a bit to kill the invitation, the sound of the words gave him a thrill. Besides, while calling what he had going with Dane a relationship might not be true, the rest was. Dane had laid claim to Will’s body for the time being.
    The man frowned. “You mean him?” he asked, nodding in the direction of where Carlos danced.
    “No, he’s a friend I’m hanging with, that’s all.” Will stood up straighter, a little annoyed that the guy wasn’t taking the “no” at face value.
    The man shrugged. “So where’s your man?”
    “Not here,” Will replied tersely.
    The man broke out in a feral grin. “If he’s not here, then he won’t know if we play. Come on, baby,” he added, reaching to stroke Will’s face again. “You know I can make you feel real good.”
    Will dodged the touch and stepped back. “No. I’m not available. Sorry.” Politeness was ingrained in him from both his parents and the Navy, but if this guy didn’t back off, he was prepared to get mean.
    He didn’t have to. Out of nowhere, a hand shot out, grabbed the wrist, and yanked the hand away from Will. As the guy turned to confront the man holding him, a torrent of Spanish flew out fast and harsh. Will could only stare as he watched Dane castigate Will’s erstwhile lover in a dialect