Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
See, that just made Greer smile like a dope. “That’s a compliment, sweetheart. My boys are obsessed with that show.”
Reese nodded with a dip of his chin. “Shay too. Not gonna lie, the Navy kid is fuckable. Shay’s more into, what’s his face, Rip or Trip or somethin’.”
I didn’t know what they were talking about. I hadn’t seen the show. Cam and I were currently heavily into Succession.
“You can take the Navy kid,” Penelope said to Reese. “I’ll make a move on his wife. She’s just…” She sighed dreamily.
“Anyway,” I drawled. “I should get back to my own boys.”
“Before you do,” Reese said, “we should settle on the next Game.”
Oh right. That was a good idea.
“If we vote on it right now, Lucian and I will finally get a win,” Greer said. “We want a TPE event.”
Absolutely.
“Finally get a win?” Reese laughed. “Are we gonna pretend you haven’t loved the brat shenanigans and primal play?”
“Of course I have, but I wanna show off my slave,” Greer replied. “We haven’t hosted anythin’ for the high-protocol crowd yet. Even the Academy event was taken over by brats.”
Oh, I didn’t know about that. Cam had loved the Academy event.
Reese shrugged and scratched his jaw. “No need to vote. We can do a TPE event. Any suggestions?”
“Stations,” I said. “That way, we can cater to everyone. We have TPE slaves who are Littles and brats too, for instance.”
“That’s a good idea.” Penelope nodded. “Off the top of my head… Human furniture, predicament bondage—”
“A bake-off with judges,” Greer added quickly. “Let us Owners get a treat.”
“This is gonna go swell for Shay,” Reese chuckled.
“We could have a station where the subs take initiative as well,” I suggested. “Call it a final exam or a presentation of some sort where they have to impress us with a skill.”
Reese snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “I like it. TPE for the win—and you didn’t hear me say that.”
I smirked.
“All right, I’ll start a group chat for the event,” Greer said. “And we’re doin’ the masquerade ball in May, right?”
Penelope and I nodded.
“Early May,” Reese said. “Colt, Luke, and Kit have plans for the end of the month, if you catch my drift.”
That certainly had my interest. “They’ve finally set a date?”
He inclined his head. “We can expect invitations in the mail next week.”
“Aww, I can’t wait.” Penelope smiled.
“At long last—there better be bachelor parties,” Greer said.
I was very happy for them. Once again, I’d gotten the details from Cam, who’d gotten them from Kit. And Colt and Lucas were getting married in a private ceremony with family, before they hosted a second ceremony and a party for their friends out here.
It was a reminder of my own hope to marry Cam. I’d had everything planned when my damn stress had gotten in the way.
“I don’t know their bachelor party policy,” Reese chuckled. “I don’t even know if they’ll have any best men. It’s not like they’re getting hitched out here.”
Greer put his thinking cap on, that much was clear.
“I take it Kingsley and Tate are up next,” I mentioned.
Reese exhaled a laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah. They’ve talked to me too. June 20th. And they actually will get married here.”
Oh, that was lovely. And very soon.
“They better send out those invites.” Penelope straightened and looked a little confused. “When my friend got married, I got the invitation seven months before the big day.”
That was my limited experience as well.
Reese shrugged, but then he smirked a little. “If my brother’s right, Kingsley and Tate have a reason to rush the day.”
I furrowed my brow—
Penelope gasped. “Their surrogate is pregnant!”
And now my eyebrows went way up there.
“Well, fuck.” Greer lit up too. “That’s amazin’. Good for them. Babies are a blessing.”
They were something, all right.
Reese showed his palms. “I don’t have shit confirmed. This is just River—he told me Tate looked like he was walkin’ on air, and Kingsley seemed very intent on makin’ sure they could buy internet access on the cruise.”
I didn’t know about the others, but that sounded like confirmation to me. Kingsley had to be our least active member online. Why did he care about internet access so much?
“You know, hon, River can be quite the gossip,” Penelope noted.
“I know. It’s a problem,” Reese replied. “I think he secretly loves drama.”
Greer and I cracked up.
CHAPTER 11
Cameron Jacobson
“Hold on, checking the mailbox now.” I trapped my phone between my shoulder and cheek and opened the mailbox. Bills, bills, insurance whatever—ooh, coupons… There! “I think I got it,” I said quickly, excitement bubbling up. “It’s a gold envelope.”
“That’s the one,” Macklin said with a smile in his voice.
I hurriedly opened the letter and couldn’t help but grin widely. It was official. Master Kingsley and Tate were getting married in June!
“Wait—oh, holy crap…” I took a breath when it dawned on me that they were getting married with a kink theme. The invitation was addressed to Master Lucian Leroux and Sir KC Hayles, and they each got a “plus-one slave.” It was a high-protocol wedding.