Parts of Us (The Game #14) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
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“The few times we’ve had the time to meet up, everyone has to be there,” Colt added. “Greer and his three have sharing problems too.”

“Well—problems isn’t the right word,” Lucas amended carefully. “We’re just not interested in playing around.”

I got that. Back when I gave fewer fucks—outside my responsibility to see a play partner through a session safely—I could have fun with just about anyone. These days, my interest in engaging with other Littles was close to zero. If it happened, I needed them to have good chemistry with Noa, like Gael and Macklin. But even when I’d participated in an orgy with them, my interactions with Gael and Macklin had been limited. I’d been more interested in playing with Santiago and fellow Tops.

I’d always liked co-topping, so maybe that played a part too.

“Sloan is my exception.” Colt smirked and took a swig of his coffee. “Having him and Luke all over me…?” He let out a whistle.

I grinned. I’d watch that.

“Sloan and I have decided that it’s because both you and Greer must be masochists,” Lucas said. “You always have to piss off Sloan first, and it’s the exact same way Greer is with me. Infuriating bastards.”

I tilted my head. Didn’t that make…

“That makes you the masochist, darlin’,” Colt drawled. Exactly. That. “We get off on having two stubborn Daddies unable to resist us even when we infuriate you.”

Lucas smashed his lips into a tight line and checked his watch. “Well, it’s five o’clock…in London. I need wine.” With that said, he rose from his seat and headed inside.

I was highly entertained.

Lucian still had curiosities, it seemed. “What about Archie? And do you interact with Corey at all?”

“Nope.” Colt leaned back and clasped his fingers across his stomach. “I mean—well, no. Not really. If we’re all in a pile together, fine, I’ll obviously help Greer hold Corey down—shit like that. Spanking, grabbing, spotting someone, no problem. It ain’t like we’re allergic to each other, but—” He shrugged. “I have no interest in goin’ there.”

Lucian hummed and sat back too.

“Why?” Colt glanced at us. “Are y’all changing your boundaries?”

“No, not at all.” Lucian shook his head. “I’m only fascinated by how others make things work for them. Cam and I probably have the most clear-cut limits.” No lie. They were monogamous, not counting what we shared as a foursome. “KC and Noa are a different matter.”

“But I’ve noticed that too.” I nodded at Colt. “The lack of interest these days—or how it’s shifted, rather. When it comes to bottoms, it’s more about who I wanna see Noa with. And Cam.” I put a hand on Lucian’s arm. “Sorry, but I do drag him into my fantasies with others.”

“As long as it stays at that,” Lucian chuckled.

Colt lifted his brows. “Our problem is that Macklin knows all this. We didn’t sway him for shit at the playtime after the event. He paid attention to how Greer and I didn’t get too close to others, how Kingsley stuck to KC, and Ty was only there for Walker and their boys.”

Very true.

I scrubbed a hand over my jaw, wondering what other card we could play. Frankly, we weren’t used to Macklin being on the brats’ side.

Timing wasn’t on our side either. We had less than twenty-four hours in Fort Lauderdale before we boarded the ship for a week in the sun, and we had almost nothing to go on. We had suspects but no clues.

“What do you think about that spot over there?” I pointed at a random wall in the dining room, and Noa looked so I could steal a few of his fries.

I’d finished mine.

“What spot?”

I chewed and reached for my ice water. “I guess it disappeared.”

He whipped his head around, eyes filled with suspicion. He looked at Lucian and Cam, both amused, then at his plate.

“Daddy! Did you steal my fries again?”

“Why would I do that?” I retorted.

He huffed and gave me a look, all while he took another bite of his burger that was sort of falling apart. He couldn’t sit still, so he had lettuce and onion flying every time he made a jerky movement.

Feeling particularly hungry tonight, I started raiding the extra sides Cam had ordered. Onion rings, mozzarella sticks, and chicken fingers.

Cam finished his burger and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “May I just say this is an odd way to celebrate that Master’s blood pressure has come down a bit?”

I chuckled.

“Not odd. Wonderful.” Lucian spoke with his mouth full. He was classy that way.

Noa scrunched his face in confusion. “I thought we got takeout so we wouldn’t have dirty dishes.”

“I was making a joke,” Cam replied.

“Oh.” Noa swallowed what was in his mouth. “Be funnier.”

“Be nice,” I told him pointedly.

Cam snickered. “He’s just mad I changed my ringtone for him. I saved a snippet from the tickling video where Noa’s laughing so hard he’s screaming and choking.”


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