Bringing Nicky Home

Bringing Nicky Home

by Sean Michael

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Overview

Can the magic Whip and Nicky found at the Gay Riders’ Carnivale continue when they return to their regular lives?

With the Gay Riders’ Carnivale over, Whip brings Nicky home with him to his converted warehouse condo in Ottawa with the hopes that what they started at the Carnivale will grow into something they can both live with forever.

All is going well, the two of them learning more about each other and playing hard between Whip’s returning to work as an EMT and Nicky finding a job at a coffee shop.

When Nicky’s former master, the abusive Dirk, steps back into Nicky’s life, it threatens their very lives.

Can Whip and Nicky survive both real life and Dirk?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781786515216
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 01/03/2017
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 183
Sales rank: 144,056
File size: 985 KB

About the Author

Bestselling author Sean Michael is a maple-leaf-loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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Copyright © Sean Michael 2016. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

Whip attached his new saddlebags to the bike and made sure he’d stowed all his stuff. The fact that Nicky only had a pair of jeans spare and a couple of T-shirts because Whip had bought him a few things over the weekend was criminal.

They were about to leave for home, though, a brand new relationship that had started so hot and heavy here at the Carnivale, and he didn’t want to mar it with thoughts of the asshole who’d been Nicky’s so-called master. He was going to focus on the good, which Nicky was. He was why this year’s Carnivale had been the best ever.

Whip did up the straps and grabbed his helmet, plus the extra, which he handed over to Nicky. “You ready to come home with me?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please, Sir.” Huge blue eyes looked up at him from above a large fading bruise. “I swear you won’t regret me.”

“I know I won’t.” He cupped Nicky’s cheek, then put the helmet on his pup’s head and grinned wildly. “We have a four-hour ride back to Ottawa. Make sure you hold on tight.”

“I won’t let go, I swear.”

He took a kiss, sucking on Nicky’s tongue for a moment. “That’s to tide us over until we’re home.”

Then he straddled his ride, waiting for Nicky to get on behind him. It took a second to adjust to the weight, to get his balance, but the sensation when Nicky’s hands slipped around him was just right.

He started his bike and eased off the brake, moving slowly until he’d wound his way out of the parking lot and onto the road. From there, he opened her up and let her rip. It felt great, having Nicky clinging to him, plastered to his back.

They headed east, zipping down the highway, traveling toward home, and the whole scenario made him a breathless. He couldn’t remember if he’d made the bed or picked his underwear off the floor before he’d left the house four days ago. He supposed it didn’t matter. He wasn’t the neatest biker in the bunch, and Nicky would have to deal with that.

They hit rain about three-quarters of the way home, the squall bad enough that he pulled off, heading for the neon lights of a diner. He was hungry anyway, and he knew Nicky needed more of a break than a gas pit stop.

He stopped the bike, put down the kick-stand, and waited for Nicky to get off before joining him. They ran together to the diner, shaking off when they got there, and took off their helmets, shucked their jackets.

“You doing okay, baby?” Whip didn’t know how well Nicky traveled and getting caught up in the rain was nasty no matter how experienced you were.

“Yeah. Yeah, totally. That was exciting, huh? All the lightning.”

Whip laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Might have been a little more fun from the loft windows at home, but yeah.”

“You can sit anywhere, guys. I’ll be by with coffee and menus in a second.” The waitress gave them a smile and hurried on to deliver the plates of food she was carrying.

“That looked good,” Whip noted as he led them to a booth with hooks on the side where they could hang their wet leather jackets.

“Totally. Loft windows, huh? That would be so cool, watching a storm.” Nicky was buzzing, bouncing and young and alive and interested.

This was how it was supposed to be for Nicky. The world was supposed to be full of promise, exciting. As was his relationship with his Dom. Whip was glad he’d found Nicky when he had. Doubly glad, really. He was happy Nicky wasn’t with the asshole anymore just on its own. The fact that Whip had fallen in love too, made it awesome.

“Wait until I tie you to the St. Andrew’s cross that faces it.” His playroom was very well equipped and, while he might choose to start more slowly with Nicky, he definitely wanted to work up to using all the equipment at some point.

Nicky blinked up, the sudden rush of arousal showing in his cheeks.

Whip grinned, his own leathers going from a little tight due to having his hog between his legs and Nicky’s body pressed against him to fairly tight at the images his own words had brought forward.

“Let’s figure out what we want to eat before we get too distracted,” he suggested.

“I want the roast beef and mashed potatoes, if that’s okay with you. It smelled like heaven on a plate as it went by.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s cool. I’m getting the blue light special. I love a good diner meatloaf. And this one comes with the mashed potatoes too. And green beans. And a vanilla milkshake to drink.” Whip’s stomach growled. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until they’d started talking about food.

“Oh… Oh, that sounds good too…” Nicky grinned at him. “I’m sorry. I feel like… Like life is starting again.”

“Well, it is in a lot of ways and you should never apologize for enjoying the things life has to offer. Tell you what, you get the beef, I’ll get the meatloaf and we can share. You’ll have to get your own milkshake, though, unless you’re good with vanilla. I don’t like any other flavor.”

“No?” Nicky’s blue eyes danced. “Just vanilla?”

“When it comes to milkshakes, yes. It’s my one food weirdness. Otherwise, I’ll eat pretty much anything you set in front of me. As you may have noticed at the Carnivale.”

“Good to know. Vanilla master,” Nicky whispered.

Whip had to laugh at that, the sound bursting out of him. “As long as it doesn’t give you any ideas that I’m going to go easy on your ass, you can call me vanilla.”

“I think I want a strawberry shake. Or coffee. Ooh. They have salted caramel.” Nicky looked like a kid in his first candy store. Whip was willing to bet good money that Dirk had always chosen Nicky’s meals for him, and he’d add a side wager that he’d never chosen anything fun or exciting for Nicky—only the basics.

“Now see, I like salted caramel. But not in my milkshake.”

The waitress arrived at their table and he ordered for Nicky, getting him a salted caramel milkshake to go with the roast beef. He figured they could have coffee with their desserts. And, given the number of pies he could see listed on the board over the counter up front, they were definitely going to have dessert. The only question was how he was supposed to narrow it down to one?

Nicky watched him the entire time, like he might disappear any moment, like this was only a dream.

He turned his attention back to Nicky after he’d ordered, stretching and letting his foot touch Nicky’s. One day Nicky would be confident of his place in Whip’s life, but he hoped he was always this pup’s dream.

“So, uh, do you think I’ll be able to find work close by?” Nicky asked. “I know I have to pull my own weight, help with rent and stuff.”

Whip would have been happy to have Nicky helping around the loft with cooking and cleaning in place of contributing financially, but he knew it was important to Nicky to be earning, for his pride’s sake, so Whip didn’t say anything to discourage Nicky’s plans. Besides, Nicky might feel better if he actually had money of his own coming in, just in case. From what Whip understood, he’d been beholden to Dirk for absolutely everything, and that was a shitty place to be when the man who was your master and provider was such an asshole. Was an abuser.

“There’s a bunch of restaurants downtown and I’m always seeing help wanted signs, so I imagine you’ll find something you like fairly quickly. And I can wait on rent until you have something.” He didn’t want Nicky grabbing the first shitty position he found, just to have a job.

“Cool. I’m good at cleaning and stuff, too. I’m a laundry whiz.” Nicky stretched out the ‘zed’ sound.

“Oh yeah? I’m not a fan of laundry, so you could have that job around the house. We can divide the work and financial contributions so that we’re both happy in what we’re contributing and feeling like we’re doing our share. That work for you?”

“Of course. I’m good at taking care of things, at paying attention.”

He’d bet Nicky was. That was how abused people survived.

He reached out and grabbed Nicky’s hand, curling his fingers around Nicky’s. “You’re going to be a great help to have around the house. You know that’s not why I’m bringing you home, though, right?” He wasn’t looking for a maid—he was looking for a pup of his own. He was looking for Nicky.

“I know,” Nicky insisted. “You’re bringing me home because we have this big thing. It’s new and a little shaky, but it’s real.”

He beamed at Nicky for nailing it on the head. “You really do pay attention. And you’re smart, too.”

“I try.”

And that was enough, wasn’t it? Nicky tried. That was all any master had a right to ask of their sub. Effort. Whip approved.

“You do, and I notice you doing it.” That was important too, Whip knew, that Nicky didn’t feel invisible. And it was another reason not to exchange doing all the grunt work at the loft instead of rent. He didn’t want Nicky stuck with it all. “I’d like to make my room our room, but if you need some space of your own, there is a spare room and I won’t kick you out for using it.”

“I guess we’ll have to figure out what’s right, huh? I mean, you’re pretty good at telling what you want.”

Whip chuckled at that. “That’s kind of in the Dom job description. I’m more concerned that you tell me what you want and need. I won’t take advantage of you.”

“Me either. I’m not a bitch, no matter what anyone says.” Nicky raised his chin.

“I know you’re not. I know who you are better than that asshole you’d taken up with. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you like that again.” Dirk had treated Nicky like dirt and made him believe that was what the lifestyle was, that that was what Nicky deserved. Now Nicky knew better.

And if Nicky slipped, then Whip would drag him right back up.

Their milkshakes arrived. “Your meals will be along shortly, boys,” the waitress told them as she headed off again.

He called out a ‘thank you’ to their waitress and dove in, loving that the shake was thick enough he really had to suck. That was his favorite thing about milkshakes, the thickness, needing to suck and suck before the liquid would flow up the straw.

Nicky used his straw as a spoon, scooping bites out, licking the straw clean. Whip groaned as he watched, his cock reacting immediately to his sexy, oral pup. He could sit there and watch Nicky eat the entire shake just like that.

“You want a bite?” Nicky asked when he noticed Whip staring.

“Nope.” He wanted to watch Nicky use his tongue.

“‘Kay.” Nicky scooped up another bite, lapping at the straw. Little tease.

Whip groaned softly. He could get used to this. He wanted to. That was the plan. His mind babbled a little to distract himself from pouncing Nicky. He didn’t think diner management would approve. They’d been spoiled at the Carnivale, where finding a couple of guys making out in the middle of everything wasn’t that unusual.

Still, anticipation was a lovely thing and it would make the last leg of the trip amazing. He could already imagine what it would feel like, to be fully hard, the bike vibrating along his cock and balls, Nicky pressed up tight against him, firm cock digging into his back as if Nicky were drilling to China.

The waitress came back with their meals and it smelled amazing. Like real food after a long weekend of eating from food trucks. Not that this was actually homemade, but it came damn close.

“Damn, I think we might have to put this place on a perma-stop any time we head out in this direction.” It was only an hour from Ottawa, so it was always either right at the beginning or right at the end of his trip, and those weren’t ideal stopping times. Looked like the storm had done them a favor.

“It’s…wow. Wow.” Nicky waited for him to start, before digging in happily.

It was delicious and he almost forgot to share with Nicky. He did remember when he was through nearly half of his second piece of meatloaf, so he cut off the edge and gave the rest to Nicky, along with a few green beans. “You have to taste it—it’s delicious.”

“Thank you. I saved you roast beast.” Nicky chuckled. “This is our first restaurant.”

“It is. I bet we have many more together.” There were lots of different restaurants downtown near where he lived. They’d have their pick and he was sure they’d soon have favorites they would enjoy together. At the same time, he was anticipating having home-cooked meals with his very own pup.

He took the roast beef from Nicky’s plate, and they dug into each other’s meals. He thought maybe he liked his meatloaf a little bit better, but it was splitting hairs really, because the beef was delicious.

“Oh, the meatloaf is great. I think you made the best choice,” Nicky told him.

“Your roast beef is really good too, though.” He appreciated Nicky’s instincts. His pup was all about loving on his Dom and treating him right. Good thing Nicky had him now to offer the same care and attention right back. “The only question left is, are we going to get one dessert to share, or two?”

“If you’re willing to share, that’s good with me. I ate a lot.”

“You feel like a rhubarb pie? I haven’t had one of those in ages.” He knew it was an acquired taste, but he’d learned to love them as a kid, visiting his grandparents, and he hadn’t seen it on a menu in… Maybe he’d never seen it on a menu.

“I’ve never tried, but sure, why not?”

That was his pup, eager to learn, to try. He didn’t understand how a Dom could squander such eagerness.

“It’s a little sour, but if you like sour candy, I bet you enjoy this. We’ll get it à la mode—it doesn’t need the ice cream, but that way if you don’t like it, you still have something sweet to eat.”

“That works for me, Sir.”

When their waitress came to clear their plates, he ordered dessert and coffees for both of them. “We need to stay alert for the rest of our ride. It looks like the rain’s stopping, but the road is still wet.”

“How can I help?” Nicky asked, eager as always to do his part.

“Stay alert, cling and move with me.” Whip had this, but it would be easier if he and Nicky moved as one, which was where the clinging to him came in.

“I can do that, no problem.”

“I know. You’ve been doing it all along. You’re a good rider.” He’d enjoyed the trip so far, despite the deluge.

Nicky pinked a bit and Whip knew Nicky was thinking of a completely different kind of riding. It made him chuckle and nod.

“Yes, you’re good at that kind of riding, too.”

“I hope so. I try.” Nicky winked.

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Bringing Nicky Home 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
ChristyDuke1 More than 1 year ago
I am so happy that Sean Michael listens to me. Actually, I have no idea whether the author does or not, but I asked for a longer story about Whip and Nicky, one that showed their life after the Gay Riders Carnivale weekend was over and they were back in the city trying to make their newfound relationship work. And, voilá, here is 'Bringing Nicky Home'. So, I'm going to imagine that the author listens to me. *grins* "He got Nicky’s fear, though. They’d had a whirlwind courtship, hot and heavy from the start, but away from home, away from the regular stressors of life. They hadn’t been tested yet." I could definitely understand Nicky's fear and worry. His first "master", if he could even be called that, treated Nicky like dirt, abusing him, and using him, all in the name of BDSM. Nicky keeps expecting to wake up from this reality of having spent the last four days with Whip and now being in his home, and discover the whole thing was a wonderful dream. I adored Whip even more for wanting to make sure he always praised Nicky and made him feel valued and loved. Watching these two men, who need each other so much, settle into their new life together was wonderful. I wasn't particularly surprised that the author brought Dirk, Nicky's abuser, back into the picture. Nicky is so sweet, so giving, so trusting and loyal, that I didn't think he'd be able to stay away. Being the nasty piece of trash that he is, Dirk tries to come at Nicky alone, and then he brings five other guys to try to beat Nicky to death. Luckily for Nicky, his self-confidence has grown while being with Whip and he isn’t going to take anything lying down. Of course Whip wasn't going to let his pup be hurt, either. A fabulous story showcasing two of my favorite characters. Thank you, Sean, and I really hope you plan more for this series! NOTE: This book was provided by Pride Publishing for the purpose of a review on Rainbow Book Reviews
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good read. I couldn't help thinking the way the MCS talked to each other reminded me of characters from the author's Chess series. It was kinda annoying.
edcsdc More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars! I thoroughly enjoyed getting to see Whip and Nicky once again. There is plenty of action and tons of spicy moments. Nicky is full of self doubt and worry that Whip will see his faults. He's really afraid of Whip leaving him. Whip is head over heels in love with boy, but he still sees Nicky's fear and strives in every way to prove to him that they are permanent. My favorite part was that Nicky, not Whip, was the one to propose. Adult read