Dom of Ages

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Authors: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
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and Jarod went into his office.
    “Take a seat,” Will called out over his shoulder, “while I see to your friend.” The door closed behind them.
    I sank into one of the comfortable chairs in the waiting room and closed my eyes, trying to let the panic recede. Little by little my heart settled down to its usual rhythm as my state of heightened anxiety diminished.
    About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Will came out, alone. He walked over to me and sat in the chair next to mine.
    “An accident?” His eyebrows arched.
    I let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what happened. He was distraught last night after an incident at the club, and he ran. He called me this morning, begging for help.” I paused to take in a deep breath. “How is he?”
    “Judging by the state of his clothing, he hadn’t lost a great deal of blood, thank goodness. Thankfully he didn’t cut too deeply, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.”
    I shivered. I didn’t want to think about that.
    “I’ve stitched him up and given him a sedative.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “That man is a mess, Eli.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He broke down. He was crying about how he’d disappointed you and dishonored someone called Phillip.” He shook his head. “There’s a lot of pain inside him.”
    I began to understand. Jarod had never healed from his loss, and it was eating away at him. Without talking to him, I could only guess the depths of his pain, the loneliness he’d suffered, and the soul-deep ache he felt. I was angry, not at all with Jarod, but with myself. I’d allowed this to happen because I was in a hurry to satisfy my needs. I thought about calling Ben, but what would I have said? He’d been right all along? Of course he had. He’d grown a lot as a man and as a Dom since he’d accepted Scott into his life. He’d stumbled, sure, but there wasn’t a Dom alive who didn’t at some point or other.
    It looked like I had some growing to do too. It was up to me to stand up, dust myself off, and make things right for me and for Jarod.
    “Can I see him?”
    Will glanced toward the door. “He’s groggy, and I wouldn’t take any stock in what he says. I think everything finally crashed in on him. How much do you really know about him?”
    “Not enough,” I admitted. “I’m going to fix that, though. At least if he lets me in.”
    A warm hand on my shoulder and a sympathetic squeeze. “He needs you, and I think this episode showed him the truth.”
    “Truth?”
    “We had a talk while I was patching him up. He’s lonely. All of his friends sort of fell by the wayside, and he was alone. He needs friends, a support network, and most of all, he needs to feel again. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    A light switch flicked in my head, memories of Jarod kneeling at my bed, of making me breakfast naked, of those amazing days where he simply existed to serve me. Yeah, it had been absolute bliss for me, but his needs were never addressed. What would he do if I hugged him? If I held him close and whispered to him that I wanted to know and take his pain as my own? That his fears were mine to address? “Yes, I know exactly what you’re saying.”
    Finally, after searching for something for the last year, I’d found it in my own kitchen, bedroom, and life, and I was ready to claim it.
    “Thank you, Will. Thanks for taking care of my—” I bit back the word that was on the tip of my tongue. My pet .
    Will’s eyes went wide. “He’s yours?”
    I gave a small smile. “He’s the one I want, yes.”
    Will’s face broke into a broad smile. “I never thought you’d find someone. Leave it to you to be untraditional.” He chuckled. “He can rest here for a while; then you can take him home.” He rose to his feet. “Come see your boy.”
     
     
    Jarod
     
    THE DOOR creaked a little as it opened, and I caught a glimpse of Eli stepping into the room. I turned my head away, not wanting

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