Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“No, you’re the steak.” I placed a hand on his lower back and started walking in the direction of the house. “But yeah, also that other thing. With a bit of luck, you’ll be too ill to fight tomorrow—not to mention too weak to go home.”
River laughed behind us.
“There’s something wrong with you,” Shay told me.
“I’ve never given a doctor the satisfaction of finding out,” I admitted. And I had no plans to change that. “We’re going up here.” I pointed toward the side of the big house. No need to walk through a loud club area when we could just pass the house and go straight to the cabins. “You’ve never been here, have you?”
Shay shook his head and eyed the group of five or six people on the porch. “When you announced the first themed event last month for that Game thing you’re doing, I wanted to join.”
We’d had a fantastic turnout. Several couples in our community had joined us for a savage takedown event, appropriately named The Hunt. Predators had hunted down their prey one by one, and Riv and I had been mildly annoyed by the fact that we hadn’t been able to participate.
Shay huffed. “Then someone told me about the vetting process, and I was out.”
Absolutely. It’d been the reason my brother and I had stuck to being organizers and monitors. We didn’t have any partners we trusted to that extent. At the moment, we didn’t have any partners at all.
River walked up beside me and squeezed my arm briefly, and I cocked my head at him. He nodded at Shay, then in the direction of the lawn in the back, and he wore a wry little smirk for me. I smirked back, ’cause fuck yeah, my change of plans earlier—about the event—was already paying off.
“Maybe you can be here for the next Game,” I mentioned to Shay.
“What’s the theme?” he asked.
“We haven’t gone public with it yet, so you gotta keep it to yourself,” I told him.
Once he’d agreed, River and I both observed him.
“There’s gonna be a cage fight,” I said.
His eyebrows flew up, and he flicked his gaze between Riv and me. “Shit, for real?”
He was getting sick. As we passed a lit-up window on the ground floor of the house, I could see Shay’s pallor had changed.
River cleared his throat. “We could use your help, kid.”
“It would do you some good to become more active with us.” I raised my hand to Shay’s neck and rubbed it gently. “I guess the only problem is you might actually grow to care for the community. You might even make friends.”
The boy rolled his eyes but didn’t seem to have the energy for much else. By then, we’d reached the corner of the house, and Shay came to a stop once the backyard became visible.
It wasn’t as loud as it sometimes got, but there were plenty of people around. Colt and his Little stood by one of the grills and made hot dogs. They were accompanied by a few others, and I spotted Greer as he slung a joke to Colt’s boy, who laughed and glared playfully at him over his shoulder. It felt nice to have the boy, Kit, visit more often with Colt and Lucas. If I wasn’t mistaken, Kit and Shay knew each other somewhat.
Half a dozen kinksters were in the pool. Most of them were fucking.
“Daddy!” Kit hollered. To Luke, I assumed, as he left their cabin with a hoodie in his arms. “Colt says I have to go to bed soon. Tell him he’s mean!”
I smiled.
Luke stepped up on the deck. “Have you asked him to define soon? You know he loves to rile you up, little one. Try not to take the bait so easily.”
River and I chuckled.
I was happy for my friends. Colt and Lucas finding Kit had completed their dynamic. Together, they’d become frequent visitors here, and no longer just as monitors or buddies. They had a whole kink world to show their boy.
I could admit, it was waking up a desire within me I thought hadn’t existed. I’d always been perfectly satisfied with my brother by my side and the casual partners we brought home. On the second floor of our cabin, which consisted of a bedroom and bathroom, we’d even added a spare bed for subbies to sleep in. A symbol that said we had our own thing, but we looked after the play partners and wanted them close.
When I caught Shay swaying in place, I quickly hiked a hand under his arm and steadied him. “Sweetheart, you’re not feeling well. Come on.”
For once, he didn’t argue. He looked queasy and let me guide him toward our cabin. It was the first one in the row of the A-frames, and on the outside, they all looked the same. But since River and I had turned our cabin into our permanent home, we had a more equipped—albeit small as shit—kitchen in the corner of the front room. We also had a proper bathroom upstairs. The others had half-baths under the stairs.