The Mormon and the Dom Read Free Page B

rotund tummy, a balding head under his leather hat, and oddly intense green eyes. Tony was friendly, professional, and never once made an inappropriate comment. It was obvious within minutes that Tony wasn’t even remotely interested in hitting on him.
    Feeling safe in his presence, Noah had happily moved their meeting to a corner booth. After the lunch rush was over, he felt they had a surprising amount of privacy. Noah picked Tony’s brain about BDSM in general and how people hooked up in specific. After another round of drinks, this time a much less sweet margarita went down easy and made him feel marginally relaxed, and Noah finally summoned the courage to ask about Ronan.
    “Ronan?” Tony’s smile had widened. “Aim high, Blue-Eyed Surrender.”
    Tony had been using Noah’s screen name because he was still a little leery about giving out his real name. Noah wasn’t that common a first name. Not like Tony. Not that Noah believed that was even his real name. Then again, he did have a business. He’d even given Noah a card so he could come in and get measured for his gear.
    “He wouldn’t want someone like me?” Noah wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t special. He was the typical boy-next-door with his light blond hair and big blue eyes. In the white-bread, corn-fed world of Utah, Noah didn’t stand out at all.
    “He’d fucking love someone like you.” Tony laughed and then ate another buffalo wing.
    “I don’t understand.” Noah had to twiddle his thumbs as he waited for Tony to finish dipping the appetizer into a small bowl of blue-cheese dressing.
    “You look like innocence personified.” During the shift change, they got a new server, who promptly asked for Noah’s ID. He’d had to show his driver’s license a second time because the woman simply didn’t believe he was older than eighteen. Noah was twenty-two, but no matter how he dressed or styled his hair, he always looked painfully young. “Definitely Ronan’s type.”
    “But?” Noah sat in agonizing frustration as Tony ate another hot wing.
    “But he’s not into the scene anymore.”
    Noah thought he might burst into tears. Setting his sights on Ronan, a man he’d never met, was ridiculous. So what if every sub he’d ever been with rated him eleven stars out of ten and swore they’d give the man a kidney if he needed it? Obviously, it wasn’t meant to be. If it was, it simply wouldn’t be this difficult to place himself in Ronan’s hands.
    “Look, kid, you’re new to all this, right?”
    “Does that matter?”
    “To some.”
    Noah waited for Tony to go on. He was learning there were a lot of pauses in the man’s communication style. It was frustrating, but there wasn’t anything Noah could do but wait.
    Eventually, Tony explained. “Some Doms don’t like to train a newbie. It’s time-consuming.”
    “So Ronan wants someone who looks innocent but knows everything?” It was totally perverse yet made sense somehow. Noah considered going to another Dom to get some experience, but he knew he wouldn’t. There was something about Ronan. Noah wasn’t foolish. He recognized that he might have deliberately set his sights on an unobtainable Dom to prevent himself from ever having to take a risk and do what he most wanted to do. But that didn’t mean he was going to be able to drop his idea overnight. Maybe with some time, he could find another and try again.
    “Well, yeah, that sounds kinda stupid when you say it that way.” Tony picked up another wing and coated it liberally with dressing. “Why him?”
    “He’s the best.”
    “And you deserve that?”
    “I do.” Noah straightened his spine.
    “I like you, kid.”
    “Then please stop calling me kid.” Swallowing down his inner mother who warned him of all dangers real or imaginary, Noah said, “Please call me Noah.”
    “Noah.” Tony nodded. “Good for you.”
    Noah didn’t think Tony was commending him for his given name but for the fact he’d finally gotten