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)
Goodness, I would watch that! Two switches, two subs, four primal prey.
“Yes, that possessiveness—I’ve discovered a thing or two about that lately.” Dean was watching me when he said it, and it made me squirm in my seat and feel all warm.
“I can imagine.” Reese shot me a quick wink and started making his way out again. “Take your time. Not everyone’s here yet. KC texted to say they’d be late.”
“Are the rest upstairs?” Dean asked. “Not counting Walker and Macklin. They’re coming up the path now.”
“Yessir.” Reese flashed the same kind of two-finger wave I’d seen Shay give the other day. Like Daddy, like Middle? “See y’all up there.”
Pizza, pizza, pizza, focus on pizza.
I should’ve known Macklin was going to kill most of my nerves, though not before my Daddies had reassured me they had zero desire to stray too far away from me tonight. It was my first time, and they were more focused on my comfort. But yeah, Macklin’s subtle flirting while we ate also worked.
He and Master Walker had brought takeout from Macklin’s restaurant, which seemed to make Santiago slightly envious. Master and I, however, we loved the pizza! As long as I ate it slowly and didn’t think about what was to come.
“If Macklin weren’t here, I would’ve offered you my meal for a couple slices,” Walker told Santiago. And that made Macklin narrow his eyes. “But my boy is here, and I appreciate his concerns for my diet oh-so much.”
“I’m not going to apologize for wanting you around till I’m ninety, Owner,” Macklin stated.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek and dropped my crust in the pizza box.
“That might be asking too much, my love.” Walker reached over and kissed Macklin’s cheek.
I didn’t wanna think about those things, and I could tell Macklin didn’t like it either.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dean said quietly. He was sharing an exchange with Daddy. “If it makes you feel any better, my father didn’t die of natural causes, the odds of my getting breast cancer like my mother are certainly in our favor, and two of my grandparents lived to see ninety-seven. The other two lived to see Soviet soldiers.”
Macklin and I spluttered, and it was one of those super-funny, then instantly feeling horrified, macabre joke moments. But Dean was smirking, evidently pleased with his dark sense of humor. Walker had no qualms about laughing either.
Only Santiago was unswayed. “How’s your blood pressure?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Probably better than yours. My last checkup, it was 124/75. My eyesight is better than Walker’s, my insulin dose is fairly low, my kidneys and cholesterol are fine, and I let a doctor stick a finger up my ass every three years. Can we please move on now?”
I let out a breath and felt some tension leave me. Regardless of the atmosphere that was split between Dean’s mild frustration and Daddy’s worries—plus some mirth between everyone—I did feel relief. Not to mention more understanding toward Kit and Cam, who were beginning to get more involved in their partners’ health. Because we were dating men who were so much older than us, so we had to catch up on the things that were relevant for men in their forties and fifties.
“Better than dirty talk. Thank you.” Santiago leaned in and gave Dean a smooch, and that sure improved his mood.
Macklin bit into a piece of carrot. “That was the realest conversation I’ve ever witnessed right before an orgy.”
Pre-orgy ice: broken!
I couldn’t help but laugh.
It was impossible not to get nervous again as we climbed the stairs to the third floor.
Master hugged me from behind and spoke quietly in my ear. “I wasn’t joking earlier about my possessiveness, baby peach. No matter who we play with, you’ll always feel my ownership of you.”
I drew a quick breath and turned around, and as if he sensed exactly what I needed, he pulled me in for the tightest of hugs. I locked my arms around his middle, and he all but enveloped me. His warmth, his claim on me, his fragrance. Which, at the moment, was far too clean to let his natural scents come through.
We’d scrubbed good and proper! Everywhere.
I peered up at him. “You and Daddy always come first—no pun intended. I just want you to know that. I love your possessiveness.”
His smile reached his beautiful eyes, and he dipped down and rubbed our noses together. “Just like you and Joshua come first for me. You’re the cake, and you’re the icing. The others are that extra glass of wine you only want sometimes.”
I giggled. “Or the extra chocolate bar?”
“Hmm.” He narrowed his eyes, thinking. “No. Chocolate is far too tasty, kind of like you. The wine, I can easily resist.”
Gosh, I was gonna fall in love with this man.
“You two comin’, sweethearts?” I heard Santiago ask.