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)
Walker smirked. “You bet.”
“He correctly assumed we wouldn’t share you very often,” Master murmured.
Oh. I grinned. Damn right!
“Here you go, hon. Sweet, a little tart, with a small kick, just like you.” Macklin handed me the glass, and I beamed at him. He’d topped it with Sprite and pineapple juice.
“Thank you so much!” I sniffed the drink and swore I could smell passion fruit. I liked that! Then I took a tentative sip, and an explosion of tropical flavors burst in my mouth. Passion fruit, pineapple, lemon, lime, 100% yum! And like he’d said, a small kick from the vodka. Goodness, this was tasty. I sipped more and more—until Daddy laughed and grabbed the glass from me.
“Slow and steady, baby.”
I licked my lips. “But it’s delicious.”
“So are you, and we don’t want you to pass out before—”
“We’re here!” I heard Noa yell somewhere. “Hold on, we’re on our way!”
“Before everyone gets here,” Daddy chuckled.
Master, on the other hand, drained his drink completely. “Fuck. That oughta make me more brat-resistant.”
I laughed. He was being silly.
Soon enough, Noa strode in with his Daddy in tow, and KC was supporting himself on a cane. He was partially paralyzed from a skiing accident, I’d learned from Cam. Sometimes he used a wheelchair, sometimes a cane.
“Hello, all fuckable people and Franklin!” Noa exclaimed. “Look, Daddy, Franklin’s a table. A slut table.”
I grinned and leaned against Daddy. Noa was so funny, and he had zero filters. For once, also, I was not the shortest guy in the room. I had an inch or two on him.
“You hear that, Riv?” Reese said quietly. “The boy called us fuckable.”
“I mean, he ain’t wrong.” River eyed Noa and drank from his spiked coffee. “But I’m lookin’ forward to seeing someone shuttin’ him up.”
“I think we all are,” Walker said, amused.
“Form a line. I’m ready.” Noa clearly thrived being the center of attention, and he was visibly excited to see Santiago. “Hi, Santiago!” He followed KC to the couch next to ours. “Hi, Gael!”
“Hi, Noa.” I waved.
“Hey, brat.” Daddy smiled. “You up to no good as usual?”
The banter and lighthearted conversation continued in the room, making me wonder how these things went. Was there a start signal? Did someone eventually go, okay, let’s fuck? Or did we talk ad nauseum and ease into things? I mean, with River, for instance. Nobody who saw him now would guess he was about to look at men having group sex. No, he was casually chatting with Kingsley and sipping his coffee. Shay yawned and picked at his belly button. KC and Daddy were bonding over brats and how both knew Noa and Cam. Walker and Master were speaking quietly to each other, and Macklin…
Okay, Macklin was stripping down to boxer briefs. It was a start.
I stole back my drink from Daddy, then turned to Macklin again.
“Macklin? What happens now?” I kept my voice down.
“I’ll tell you what happens.” He sat down on the other couch and patted the spot next to him, so I hurried over to him and smiled at the flirty glint in his eyes. “First of all, orgies, in my experience, are never what you see in porn, at least not the lead-up. Last time, for instance…? I swear Master Greer and some other Dom were talking about car insurance until I told them to shut the fuck up. Which…I mean, that was a good way to get a beating, and we got the ball rolling from there.”
I giggled and sipped my drink.
“I think, ultimately, it’s best to go to the person you wanna start with.” He ghosted the backs of his fingers down my arm, causing me to shiver and go numb. Was he hinting? “I talked to Noa this morning, and he wants to see KC and Santiago together.”
That would be super hot. “It’s bizarrely sexy when Tops play,” I admitted.
He flashed a quick grin. “It is. I made it clear that I wanted Santiago between Master and Dean.”
Gosh yes, me too.
“One more thing—and you might call me a traitor for this.” He leaned in closer, and I hauled in a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. “Dean’s been waxing poetic about how beautifully you bruise, so I asked him to demonstrate a spanking session.”
J’accuse!
“You are a traitor. Switches get stitches!”
He laughed and pulled me to him, and he took my drink from me and placed it on the table on his side in the process. Before I could react, he kissed me, and it was nuts how everything changed within me, how I went from anticipation and curiosity to let’s get it on!
I shivered at how greedily he grabbed at me. He wasn’t shy, that was for sure. He squeezed me to him and deepened the kiss, and I couldn’t help but unleash all the wants. I climbed onto his lap, and he gave me a hum of approval and palmed my butt.