Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Oh, right. His Daddies were getting married this year. I thought that was super cute. He’d convinced them and everything. Colt and Lucas had been together for nearly a decade, and Kit was the kind of guy who wanted to celebrate his Doms’ love for each other, not just the love they shared as a triad, which was nothing short of dreamy. And selfless.
I’d read most of Kit’s wedding updates online. They didn’t have a date yet, but I was happy to follow along with the planning. I mean, talk about relationship goals.
Even though it was Colt and Lucas getting married, they were including Kit in everything. They would go on the honeymoon together, Kit would be up there at the altar with both of his men, and the day after the church thing that involved only family, they were doing a special party in Mclean for kinkster friends. Where they would have a second ceremony to exchange rings with Kit as well.
Since there was only one chair at the front desk, Kit handed me two paper plates with cake, and he grabbed two as well, and then we walked over to sit in the café area. I almost dropped my soda on the way because I’d trapped the can under my arm, and I was such a klutz sometimes.
“Okay, I want to know everything,” he said. “Don’t leave anything out.”
I grinned. Oof. Where did I start?
With impeccable timing, a customer or client arrived just when I’d finished rambling, so Kit rushed over to the front desk to help the man, who had an appointment with Ty.
“Of course, sir. I’ll take you to him. He’s on the second floor right up here.” He gestured for the man to follow, and then they trailed up the stairs on the other side of the hangar.
Kit had told me he was going to take on some PA duties at both Colt’s work and Lucas’s, but I hadn’t known he’d already started.
I took a big gulp of my soda, feeling parched from all the talking, and eyed the cake on the table in front of me. I’d really liked the lemon cheesecake. The filling was so fluffy and not too sweet, and it had several layers of graham crackers. But maybe it wasn’t wedding material. I didn’t know about such things.
Kit hurried back to me, the sound of his shoes hitting the metal stairs echoing across the hangar. “Okay, let’s tackle my questions before Colt and Santiago are done,” he said, out of breath. He sat down across from me again and took a spoonful of chocolate cake to shove it into his mouth. “What’re you gonna do about Dean? You indicated he was interested in both of you.”
“He’s definitely interested in Santiago,” I answered. “With me, it’s just playtime.” Which was plenty, of course. I’d never dared dream he’d even want to go near me.
“That you know of.” Kit butted in. “Maybe he wants more.”
Let’s not go there. It felt presumptuous and farfetched.
“Oh! You know what you can do?” He leaned forward, excitement flashing in his eyes. “Drop out of his class. You already have the reading material, right? And if you’re in a dynamic with the professor, I bet you could get the knowledge from him anyway—it just won’t be official and come with tests. Win-win, if you ask me.”
Drop the class? The best professor in the world’s class?
You could also have the best professor in the world fuck you into next week.
I sucked in a breath and scratched the side of my head.
If Dean and Santiago got together, chances were I’d—aside from enter a playtime dynamic with Dean—be on very good terms with him, and he seemed to have enjoyed our chat at my place. Maybe we could do more of that. Talk for hours about history and…
It was the perfect plan.
“You’re a genius, Kit.”
He beamed at me.
A door opened somewhere, and Kit glanced behind me—
“Gael? We gotta go, baby.”
I turned around, and I didn’t like the tension in Santiago’s posture. Something was wrong.
“What happened?” I rose from my seat and started grabbing my used spoon and soda, but Kit stopped me and said he’d take care of it.
Colt came out from the conference room too, and he looked just as tense. “I’ll call Reese right away, buddy.”
Santiago nodded subtly in thanks. “I’ll explain in the truck,” he told me.
Kit and I exchanged a wary glance. We’d talk later.
By the time I reached Santiago, he’d grabbed my jacket on the front desk for me, and he held it out and helped me put it on.
“Is it very bad?” I asked nervously.
“No.” He pressed a firm kiss to the top of my head, and I wasn’t sure I bought his response. “Your ex is just makin’ me a bit homicidal.”
Oh God. Now what?! What had he done now?