Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Are we headin’ to our cabin too?” Colt asked.
“You bet.” Lucas worked as quickly as his fingers allowed. “Kit and I have needs, honey.”
So did Archie. He plastered himself to me and pulled me down for a heated kiss that stole all my focus.
“What can I do for you, Master?” he asked, his voice shaky and filled with urgency.
“You can join Sloan and Corey in the cabin.” I cupped his cheek with my free hand and kissed the corner of his mouth. My beautiful man needed something from me, and I had no intention of denying him. But even when he was desperate, his priority was to satisfy me. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I want you naked on all fours so I can bury my tongue in your tight little asshole.”
He sucked in a breath and nodded once. “I’ll prepare a hot beverage and turn up the heat for you too.”
“Good slave.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, and then he hurried toward our cabin.
“Kit, sweetheart, you can go put on coffee for Daddy,” Lucas said. “Haul out the extra duvet from the chest upstairs too, please.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kit replied, looking fairly anxious. “Just—hurry, please? I’m super-super needy.”
I grinned.
“Look at the effect we have on people,” Colt murmured. If he was half as smug as I was, he’d be obnoxious all night.
I fucking would be.
But a beat later, the pain won out. The sheer fucking agony when Nathan undid the ropework around my bicep and shoulder was out of this goddamn world. “Jesus fucking Christ!” The discomfort shot through me in sharp bolts, mingling with a dull throb that descended over me more like a heavy blanket.
“Flex your fingers,” he told me firmly. “Any numbness?”
“How about I flex my fist in your face, man? Christ.” I groaned and carefully rotated my shoulder.
It looked like Colt was about to ask how bad it could be—when Lucas removed the last of Colt’s rope too, and then he was joining in. He knew now. He fucking knew.
“Fuckin’ lord almighty, you fuckin’ ruined my fuckin’ arm,” he bitched.
“Oh, you big baby.” Lucas rubbed Colt’s arm and repeated Nathan’s request. “Flex your fingers and stretch out your arm slowly.”
I flinched at the stabby twinge in my neck and armpit.
“Gorgeous marks, though.” Nathan donned his Sadist cap and grabbed his damn camera again. “Stand still for one second, Greer.”
No, I would fucking not. “You’re gonna have to excuse me,” I said. I cursed at the pain as I bent down to grab my clothes. “I have an asshole to tongue-fuck and hopefully three men to drape over me. I’m a fuckin’ popsicle.”
“Amen,” Colt agreed.
With all my shit gathered in a bundle, and pain radiating from my shoulder, I gave Colt’s ass a pat, and then I kissed him quickly.
“You’re an even better kisser now than you were six years ago. See you two later.”
Colt chuckled. “Same to you, buddy.”
“And what am I, chopped liver?” Lucas pretended to be offended.
I grinned slowly and had no issue whatsoever advancing on the man—until I was right in front of him, gripping his chin. “No, I trust you’re still Colt’s sexy cock-slut, ready to bend over for both him and Kit whenever they look your way.”
I wasn’t sure what ticked him off more, what I’d said or Colt’s rumbling laughter.
Before Luke could tell me to go choke on my arrogance or something, I brushed a kiss to his lips and murmured, “I’ll never forget how desperately you begged us for more cock.”
“Jesus—you damn oaf. Get out of here.” He eased away from me and did his best to compose himself. “Remind me why I hitched my wagon to one of your kind?”
Colt chuckled and hugged his man to him. “Because you can’t resist our kind.”
“Insufferable, is what you are,” Lucas scoffed.
“The Daddy doth protest too much, methinks,” I responded smoothly. “That’s Shakespeare for ya.”
Lucas had gone into hiding, burying his face against Colt’s neck, so Colt and I exchanged a smirk and a two-finger wave before my naked ass and I trailed over to my cabin. And just as I was about to open the door, I caught sight of Kit standing on their porch a few cabins over, hands on his hips, a scowl on his face.
“Ugh! Next time you kiss my Daddy, I want to watch, you sadistic…man.”
I coughed around a laugh, having sort of expected to run into trouble about boundaries first. But of course, he had to surprise me. Kit was good at that. “Duly noted, little one.” I nodded. “Just be careful, or I’ll lay one on you too.”
His expression screamed “eep!” and he blushed and ran back inside.
Bless, as Sloan said.
Colt and Lucas—with Kit now—had one of those dynamics where I instantly knew they’d spend the rest of their lives happy with monogamy. But it was fun to see them flirting with the edges of their boundaries. It wouldn’t surprise me if they eventually opened a window for a little bit of exploring. They knew they could do that safely here. Besides, we had too much history for any of us founding members to worry about anything.