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)
Exhausted and just plain uncomfortable, I dragged my ass out of bed and walked closer to the window. Damn, way too bright. My eyes welled up, and I squinted harder. Half a dozen people were in or around the pool. Kit was easy to spot, coincidentally just as his other Daddy Dom, Colt, threw him into the water.
There was another couple all over each other, making out—wait. Was that River? River was making out with someone! Fucking hell. I mean, not that I cared, but what the fuck. I scowled at the two, then blinked and blinked again. And then I spun around when I heard footsteps on the stairs.
It was…River. No neck tattoo. That meant River.
“You’re here,” I croaked. A discomfort disappeared from my chest.
“And you’re awake.” He cocked his head at me. “How you feelin’?”
“Tired. Hot. Gross. Thirsty.”
He smiled a little. “Reese and Lucas should be back with food soon. You need to eat.” He nodded at the bathroom. “Maybe a shower will make you feel better.”
Yeah. I twisted my body to peer out the window again. It hadn’t been River at all. Or Reese, for that matter.
A shower did sound nice. “Um, can I borrow some more clothes?” I asked hesitantly.
“Sure.” He gestured at the dresser across from the bed. “Choose whatever you want.”
“Thank you.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and opened a couple drawers. A tee and another pair of boxer shorts were easy enough to find.
“It’s cooler downstairs if you wanna join me after you’ve showered,” River mentioned. “I just put on a movie.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.” I felt awkward, and I wasn’t sure I was the only one who felt that way, but watching a movie with him sounded strangely appealing.
Twenty minutes later, I felt marginally better—physically. Mentally, I was in heaven. River had poured me a big glass of ice-cold Coke, another glass of ice-cold water, and he’d brought a bag of chips to the couch. No weird flavor of chips, just plain salt, which happened to be my favorite.
Their couch looked like it had been found next to a dumpster, but it was huge and comfortable and currently my new home.
“This was everything I needed right now.” I threw another handful of chips into my mouth and reached for my Coke.
River chuckled quietly and put his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his legs at the ankles. “Just don’t tell Daddy when he gets home. He doesn’t approve of chips before breakfast.”
I smiled quickly and took a gulp of the soda. Fuuuck, the cold felt good. I didn’t believe I’d shaken all of the fever yet, though. I still got chills every now and then, and I’d jumped at the opportunity when River had offered to grab the covers from what he called the “subbie bed.”
Said covers were draped around me, making me feel like I was seven again.
The awkwardness had faded. The silence between us now was comfortable. We didn’t act like strangers, even though I sensed there were things left unsaid. It was as if we existed in a space where we just waited for Reese to take charge.
I guess it wasn’t so bad being out here.
I’d sent Weasel a text, letting him know I couldn’t fight tonight. Right now, I was only a little annoyed by that.
“Are you a Daddy Dom like Reese too?” I asked.
River shook his head. “Just a sadistic bastard.” He linked his fingers across his stomach. “When I was younger, I wanted to push every limit there was, especially with physical sadism. These days, my passion is in the mental arena.”
Mindfucks. Great. I’d read tons about it, and I was admittedly intrigued by it, but there was no way I’d allow someone to go that deep. Giving up my mind to be toyed with…? Nuh-uh.
However, it wouldn’t hurt me to admit some fantasies. “I have so many fantasies about interrogation play and psychological torture.”
“Yeah?” River lolled his head along the backrest and smirked lazily. “Happens to be two of my specialties.”
In an attempt to keep things light, I patted his leg. “You keep those specialties of yours far away from me.”
He chuckled.
“What’re some of Reese’s specialties?” I wondered.
He hummed, thinking about it. “He’s on a broader spectrum. Natural caregiver, impulsive predator, very creative… There hasn’t been a masochist in the past ten years he hasn’t been able to push into subspace. You’ll probably love his pain sessions.”
No, I wouldn’t, because I wouldn’t request the pain I was addicted to. I’d ask for the kind I deserved.
I could barely remember a time when I’d received the kind of pain that just drove me wild with lust. It didn’t exist in my life anymore.
A pang of guilt hit me squarely in the chest. Being here with River and Reese, having them take care of me, wasn’t right. It felt too good. On the other hand, I was sick.