Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Walker and I stayed quiet and followed at a safe distance while the boys took our pizza boxes to the kitchen. On the way, we nodded hello to fellow kinksters who were looking forward to their Friday night at Mclean House.
“I feel bereft! Bereft, I tell you!” Lane laughed.
“Oh, please. You would’ve been a horrible hostage.” Macklin was just as amused. He set our wineglasses in the dishwasher. “How long do you think it would’ve taken him to break you? Honestly.”
Lane simmered down and pondered his answer. “I guess it would’ve been the most anticlimactic kidnapping ever since I was already broken.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Still—who doesn’t have a kidnapping fantasy?”
Noted for the future.
Walker had assured us we could borrow his brother’s cabin another time. It definitely hadn’t happened yesterday. Lane hadn’t wanted to leave my house, and I’d obviously wanted to keep him to myself. And had it not been for the fact that we had plans to spend the whole weekend by ourselves—aside from the event tomorrow night—we’d probably be at his or my place tonight too. But when Macklin and Walker had suggested pizza and drinks at Mclean, we’d agreed it was a great idea.
Man, had Walker and I collected some stellar information tonight. As it turned out, it’d taken the boys two glasses of wine and a cocktail to loosen their tongues. Macklin had confessed a new cuckolding fantasy, though it was exclusive to our little foursome. He wanted to see Walker and me tear Lane a new one. Macklin was also intrigued by a double-date interrogation scene, which had made my boy nod furiously. And now we could add a kidnapping scene for Lane.
“How hot would it be if we got kidnapped together?” Maybe Macklin too, then.
Walker and I remained half hidden just outside the kitch—
“Hello, Ty and Master McKenna! Who are you spying on?” someone asked loudly.
I shot a glare at—fucking Shay. He came up behind Walker with a bratty grin.
“You little shit,” Walker said. “Where’re your Owners?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Shay retorted.
At the same time, Lane and Macklin flew out of the kitchen and looked all accusingly at us.
The fucking nerve.
“You’re my property now—I’m allowed to spy,” I told Lane. “It’s a Dom thing.”
Lane snorted and couldn’t hide his grin.
Walker furrowed his brows at me. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to explain yourself to them.”
Oh, okay. Cool. “Still learnin’ here.” I glanced back at Shay, who was making his escape. Smart. He literally ran away from us, back toward the club area.
That was all right, for now. It wasn’t only the Tenleys and Walker who wanted to see our boys together. One day. Neither Lane nor I was interested in outsiders at the moment, for which I was insanely relieved. In many ways, this lifestyle was new to me. Walker and Macklin were plenty enough.
I’d been somewhat prepared for Lane to want to be more open, but he’d said hell no.
Then I’d fucked him stupid.
We were happy with “down the line, some hot group play, sure.”
“That’s twice today you’ve scowled at me, pet,” Walker told his boy.
Macklin widened his eyes. “I sent over cupcakes to you and your staff—and you ate ’em all, Sir!”
Lane and I laughed, and I pulled him close.
“That’s my prerogative,” Walker replied stiffly. “Now, I warned you. Two strikes and you get a taste of the new cat-o’-nine-tails I made last Sunday.” He snapped his fingers and pointed down the hall. “We’ll use the whippin’ post in the club. Get to it.”
Oof, this could be fun.
Macklin made a smart choice by keeping his mouth shut, and he followed his Master toward the club.
Lane, my dork, thought it would be fun to use me for an actual piggyback ride, so he jumped up on my back and wrapped his legs around my middle.
“You’re fuckin’ weird sometimes, baby.”
“I am what you made me, Daddy.” He dipped down and licked my neck.
I grinned. My cheeks were fucking sore at this point, I’d smiled so much the last forty-eight hours.
For being nine PM on a Friday night, the club area wasn’t crowded. Maybe a dozen or so people shared the vast space, and that suited me just fine. Colt covered the bar, while Luke and Kit—and their new puppy—had a movie night in their cabin in the backyard. Macklin had introduced us to Franklin and Jack, who were waiting for their turn in a specific playroom upstairs, and then…I didn’t remember the others. Wait, Penelope. I remembered her from last weekend.
I zeroed in on the two sofas where we’d had pizza, and that was where I shook Lane off me. He landed on his back with a funny squeal-like sound that cracked me up.
“I wasn’t prepared!”
“Not my problem,” I chuckled. After nudging aside his legs, I got comfortable at the center of the couch and draped my arms along the back cushions. “You can go get Daddy a gin with ice.”