Chapter 35 #2
Then he drew back and she sighed happily. “God, you’re beautiful. So fucking precious. I can’t believe you don’t think you’re special when I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
Wow.
These guys were spoiling her with all their lovely words and sexy touches.
Then his face grew stern. “But you are not to leave the bed again without permission.”
Oh heck no.
“Spencer Hensley, you are out of control. And that is not going to be a rule.”
“Oh yes, it is. Me, in charge.” Spencer pointed to himself then to her. “You, do as you’re told. Because you’re my world.”
Damn him.
If he kept saying stuff like that then she was going to give in and let him have his own way.
And she couldn’t do that.
She had to draw some lines in the sand with these guys, right? Or they would take her over.
They’d mean well, of course.
And she’d probably be more pampered and protected than ever.
Hmm . . . not necessarily a bad thing .
“I never realized you were so bossy and . . . Dominant,” she said to Spencer.
“You know I’m a pleasure Dom, right?”
“Yeah. And Slade is a Daddy Dom and Rock . . .”
“Rock is a Daddy Dom too,” Spencer told her.
“But he’s never played with any of the Littles at the club.
He’s very, very loyal to one Little. And don’t be fooled by the fact that I’m a pleasure Dom.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like to be in full control.
And that I won’t have rules or enforce them if needed.
I like spending time in the Littles room, too.
I’ve been doing a lot more monitoring in there. Well, I was until a few months ago.”
A few months ago?
Had that changed after they’d kicked her out of their lives?
“You shouldn’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do,” she told him.
“Oh, I’m not. I want to be everything you need and desire. Besides, I make a very good caregiver and isn’t that what a Daddy Dom does? Takes care of his Little?”
He was right.
A Daddy Dom was often a caretaker who enjoyed looking after their Little. Maybe dressing them, cooking for them, feeding them, putting them to bed.
All things he did for her.
They provided a safe space for their Little. Something she thought that all of them could be for her . . . eventually.
“You cook for the others,” she blurted out.
“Yeah, but he definitely doesn’t put us to bed or feed us,” Slade said. “Well, not unless he wants another black eye like he got from Rock.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “It was one little choo-choo train. It’s not my fault if that’s a threat to his masculinity.”
“Is not,” Rock growled at him.
Her lips twitched and then she noticed Slade watching her closely. He moved toward her.
Spencer carefully turned her so she had her back resting against his chest. Her legs were over his as he drew them apart so Slade could kneel between them.
What was happening right now?
It felt like her body was on overload. She was pressed between the two of them.
Not that they were leaning any weight on her. No, they were being very careful with her.
Slade placed his hands lightly on her thighs. She was only wearing a pair of thin pajamas.
They were Christmas pajamas with images Santa flying on his sleigh with his reindeer.
She loved them. She didn’t care that it wasn’t December yet. She’d wear Christmas pajamas all year round.
But they weren’t sexy at all.
However, these guys didn’t seem to care. In fact, Slade was now looking at her like she was lemon meringue pie.
“Do you think your Little would like to come out and play, Boo?” Slade asked. “Do you think you can trust us to take care of her?”
“I . . . I want to. But I . . . just don’t know what I’m doing.”
Be brave.
This is what you want and if you turn them away you’ll always wonder about what could have been.
That thought helped settle her nerves.
It had taken her a long time to work up the courage to leave Billy. Being brave could get her . . . it could get her everything.
“Rock and I have been working on a surprise for you,” Slade told her. “We’re not going to show you yet. It’s not quite ready. We weren’t expecting to have this conversation yet.”
She grew more heated as he moved his hands further up the inside of her legs. Then he cupped her mound. She moaned quietly, trying to thrust her hips forward.
Then she moaned for a completely different reason as her ribs protested.
“Shit!” Slade said .
“Careful,” Spencer added as Rock moved closer, hovering over her protectively.
And now she had three of them surrounding her.
Holy. Heck.
How was this her life?
“Shit, I’m sorry, Boo. Are you all right?” Slade asked worriedly.
“It’s all right. I’m used to the pain now.”
Well.
Turns out that was the wrong thing to say. All three men glared at her.
“Um. What?” she asked.
“I don’t like that you’re used to pain,” Slade told her.
“None of us do,” Spencer added.
Then Rock crouched next to her, reaching out to run his finger down her cheek.
Ooh. She liked that.
“Sorry I pushed things too far too fast,” Slade told her. “I’ll take things slower.”
A noise of dissatisfaction left her mouth. She didn’t want to take things slower.
But then he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue slid between her lips and she relaxed back into Spencer’s lap, letting Slade take the lead.
There was no time to think because as soon as Slade stopped kissing her, Rock moved into his place, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her properly.
She let out a murmur of pleasure. It was almost too much. An overload on her senses. They were all around her, holding her close, keeping her safe.
But at the same time they were turning her on so much that she could feel her pussy growing wet, her clit throbbing.
“Please,” she begged as Rock drew back.
Slade shook his head, but she could see the hunger in his face. “Not yet and not because we don’t want you. But you need to be fully healed for anything more than kissing. ”
Well, that sucked.
“Come on, back to bed,” Spencer told her. “We’ll stay with you. Keep you safe while you sleep.”
Quaid snuck into her room again. He was starting to wonder if this was a sickness.
Perhaps he should see someone about it.
Was he addicted to her?
Seemed like he could be. And he had no idea how he was going to overcome this.
This time there wasn’t just one man sleeping in her room, but two. And another one lying on the floor at the end of the bed.
What was going on?
Had something happened? Was she all right?
As he moved closer, Rock rolled over and opened his eyes, staring straight at him.
Shit.
How had he heard him? Quaid was always quiet. Silent on his feet. He’d had to be in his house to avoid his father and his wrath.
Then Slade moved from where he’d been lying on the floor. He sat and looked at Quaid. Then he nodded over at Rock who lay back down next to their girl.
Not his, though.
Never his.
Slade touched his arm, then gestured toward the door.
Fuck.
He really wished he’d been more quiet as he’d snuck in. Too late now, he guessed as he headed out after Slade.
They walked into Slade’s home office. He expected Slade to walk over to the booze cabinet and pour them a drink. To his shock, the other guy sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk and gestured to him to take the other.
“What? You’re not drinking?” Quaid asked .
“Trying to cut down.”
“Since when?” Quaid asked suspiciously.
“Since now,” Slade replied. “Since Indie agreed to enter into a relationship. With the three of us.”
Quaid sucked in a breath. Fuck. That happened quicker than he’d thought it would.
He’d been hoping for . . .
For what?
For them to take longer so he didn’t have to figure out what he was going to do? So he could stay here longer with them? Torture himself by watching her from afar while never actually having her?
Was that actually what he’d been hoping for?
He kept all of these thoughts off his face, of course. He’d never show his inner turmoil.
Instead, he nodded calmly. “Congratulations. I’ll make arrangements to move out.”
“Don’t be a fucking dickhead.”
“A dickhead?” Quaid drawled, starting to grow mad.
Keep it under control.
He didn’t want to become like his asshole father.
“Yeah. No one said you had to move out.”
“So you’d prefer I stay here while the three of you play house with Indie?”
Why did he say that?
Slade’s face grew thunderous.
Was he trying to make him mad? Was that why he’d said it? Maybe he wanted to make Slade so angry that he’d kick him out?
And then Quaid wouldn’t have to find the courage to leave on his own.
Yeah. That could be what was happening.
Fuck. That was cowardly.
“We are not playing at anything and you know it,” Slade snarled. “Indie is the one for us. For all of us.”
Quaid shook his head. “We’ve talked about this before. I’m glad that she’s forgiven all of you. That she wants you . . . wants this sort of relationship with you. But that’s not going to include me.”
“It could if you weren’t being such a self-sacrificing idiot. You are not your father, Quaid. We all know that. You just have to figure that out. But you are not leaving.”
“You can’t want me to stay,” he said calmly.
Inwardly, he was raging. How could he stay and watch them all be ridiculously happy together while he was on the outside, looking in?
“At least until Billy is caught,” Slade added. “You want her protected, right?”
Fuck.
He had him there.
The smart, smug bastard.
And that was why they were best friends.