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)
I glanced behind me, up the stairs, where Daddy waited. Macklin and Walker had walked ahead.
I was gonna fall in love with Santiago too. I’d already started.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. “We were just discussing cake and chocolate.”
“And wine,” Dean added.
“And wine,” I echoed.
Daddy grinned, part confused, ’cause his forehead wrinkled a little. “I guess you have your priorities in order.”
Dean and I chuckled. We totally did! We could resist wine.
On the way up, Dean diplomatically explained our metaphor to Daddy, who instantly frowned and went, “Well, I need something else. Wine’s too good. Maybe pizza or Chinese food. That’s a hankering I get a few times a year.”
I gasped.
“How are we dating?” Dean asked, brow furrowed.
“He’s so healthy,” I claimed.
That made Master snort. “Boy, he just quit smoking a couple months ago. He’s not that healthy.”
Whoa! Daddy used to smoke? “And you got on Master’s case about his blood pressure,” I laughed.
“Oh fine, that’s enough outta you,” he chuckled and threw an arm around me. “My little brat. Let’s go eat pizza.”
“Let’s have a glass of wine,” Dean corrected.
I grinned and nodded.
Being wrapped up in our bubble helped so much with the nerves, even when we stepped into the room—and it was big! Holy crapamoly. It was lined with couches on all sides, and the floor was covered in foam mattresses. The theme was black and purple, and the lighting was dimmed, which I totally liked. Not necessarily because of body issues but because it created a cozy atmosphere. I spotted lit candles too, on narrow side tables between the couches.
The Tenley triad looked comfy on one of the couches, where they’d stripped down to underwear. And it was a little funny to see River drinking coffee and reading a magazine, as if this was something else, something casual. Reese and Shay were looking at something on a phone.
Oh—Franklin. I blinked. Umm. He was acting like a table or footrest for Jack. Okaaay. Franklin was naked; Jack and Kingsley were not.
Santiago ushered me over to an empty couch once we’d taken off our shoes and left them outside, and we ended up next to Macklin and Walker’s couch.
“KC and Noa will be here in five,” Reese let us know. “Noa asks that Franklin doesn’t slut around too much.”
Jack let out a laugh. “Yeah, and we can make pigs fly too.”
Kingsley smirked lazily and leaned back, threading his fingers together across his stomach. He was an interesting Dom. Quiet and often blending in, usually dressed in well-worn jeans and ratty hoodies, but there was no question about his kinky identity when he spoke up.
He was similar to River that way, only River was much scarier!
“Let’s get some of these clothes off you, little one.” Daddy helped me get rid of my sweater, pants, and socks, leaving me in a tee and briefs. After that, I sat down on the couch and just kept looking around me.
It seemed every time I scanned the room, I saw something new. Like bottles of lube here and there, condom dispensers attached to the walls, and half a bar was spread out across the side tables. Macklin came prepared. He poured a glass of whiskey or something like that for Walker, then offered everyone else a drink too.
The alcohol bottles might come from right here, but it was Macklin who’d brought a cooler with ice, lemons, limes, and chilled mixers.
“Can you make this Irish?” River held up his coffee mug.
“I wouldn’t mind a gin with ice and lemon,” Jack said.
“Would you like a drink?” Daddy murmured to me.
I thought about it as Master poured himself a glass of vodka with ice, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to take the edge off with a little bit of something. So I turned to Macklin.
“Sir? May I have a drink that’s not very strong?”
“You got it, pet,” he replied. “I have just the thing for you.” He shot me a quick smile before he carried a drink for Jack and a bottle of whiskey over to the other side of the room. On his way back, he picked a couple different bottles from two tables—and a tall glass. One of the bottles was a lemon vodka, and it made me a teensy bit nervous. I wasn’t a fan of strong drinks.
I curled up in the corner of the couch and watched him fill the glass with ice first, then a small amount of vodka. Phew. I totally ignored Master watching me with amusement in his eyes as he sipped his vodka. He was joined by Walker, who said something too quietly for me to hear. Whatever it was, Dean chuckled and shook his head.
“Not a chance,” he also said.
I side-eyed Macklin when he poured something labeled Passoa into the glass, and I shifted my attention to the brothers.
“Are you whispering about me, Sirs?” I narrowed my eyes.