Chapter 26
Maddy
My parents have party planners running around everywhere until an elaborate dinner is served, and no one sits down to eat it but Jennifer and Sid.
As punishment, my siblings have to be their dinner entertainment, telling them everything they need to know about the Morningstars.
As soon as the rest of the rock royalty starts arriving, Jett’s parents, who really aren’t as cool as mine, like he said, get tuckered out, and we call them a car back to their hotel.
As they’re leaving and I’m hugging Jennifer, I catch his dad telling him, “Don’t lose her, she’s a fucking star.”
I am floating around on cloud nine after that for so long, I don’t realize I’m drunk.
Jett is deep in a conversation with two-thirds of Metallica, and I’m trying my hardest not to give my mum’s bestie, Kate Bush, spoilers as she’s talking to Mum about my show.
I feel warm hands on my waist and nearly jump out of my skin before spinning around to see her.
“Mickie!” I scream and throw myself on her, squeezing until she has to break free like a final girl buried alive in one of my beloved horror flicks. “Come with me, darling, I have something to show you!”
I ask the bartender to deliver appetizers and cocktails to us in the pool house, and as soon as he does and no one’s in sight, I break open the bag I snuck in through the side gate.
Her face is electric red as I toss a full-body leather harness on the couch next to her.
I decide just to pull everything out and ask, “Hot or not?” But Mick is too intellectual for that, and has to tell me what kink is associated with each outfit, and all the reasons why someone would want to be submissive or dominant and how it can be perfectly healthy when done well.
I have the restraint system in one hand and the bejewelled collar in the other. “Why am I like this, Mickieeeee?!”
She explains everything Jett already said at Nobu, and I interrupt to tell her how it was the most romantic dinner of all time and how incredible it felt to let him call the shots, plan the date, regulate my blood sugar, and decide how many orgasms I was going to have.
“Forget my psych lesson, girl, I think you just needed a real man to step up after pathetic Asshole Archer spent two years asking you where you wanted to go for dinner every night and if he could pretty please have a blowjob three days a week while he gave you approximately one orgasm a year.”
I hug her and ask her how I could’ve been so blind.
“Jett has always been cute, and funny, and a surprisingly good kisser from what I remember of that dinner party eight years ago. But girl, he is hot as fuck now. It’s not your fault you thought of him as just a family friend for so long, hello, he was! ”
She describes that I share the same kinks as Jett and how rare that really is. “You’re submissive to his dominant, you aren’t even grossed out by his cum kink or freaked out by his breath play. The breeding kink is surprising, but the daddy kink is definitely not.”
I down two shots of Jameson and have her stand by the full-length mirror to watch a scene. I reenact what it was like opening the bathroom door and seeing Jett for the first time, complete with the sleepy toddler eye rubbing like I was waking up for the first fucking time. Because I was.
“Mickie, you fucking saved my ass with that story. If I hadn’t read it, I might not have understood.
I might have gotten scared off. I wouldn’t have known what the fuck to say when he told me he wanted a good girl.
You gotta tell me, Mick, how did you know about all of this? Have you done this … stuff?”
We walk to the couch, but we don’t sit. She puts a hand on my shoulder and looks me deep in the eyes.
She sighs. “Maddy, I’ve been fantasising about a man like that, well, it’s called a soft dom, for so long, to be submissive only when I want to be, but also loved and cherished and possessed.
But I’m attracted to insecure nerds who could never get on board with it.
I … I love you, but I’m so jealous of you right now. ”
I don’t know whether to thank her or apologize or what to say, and one of my favorite things about my dream boy is that I don’t have to know because he is tapping on the glass pool house door, ready to take the lead. And it seems he’s picked out the perfect present for Mickie. Holy shit.
“I heard there were two beautiful girls hiding from all the old people out here in the pool house, and I’m so glad the rumour was true.”
A glorious, blue-eyed, heavily tattooed man looking like he strode straight off the cover of a naughty romance novel steps out from behind Jett, and Mickie trips over a strappy something that has fallen from the big bag.
She bumps into me to stop her fall, but after how many drinks I’ve had, I’m not prepared to keep her upright, and we both topple onto the couch, giggling, surrounded by sex accessories.
“And I thought the party in there was good,” the man says.
He’s easily four inches taller than Jett, with carved muscles, a bit more mass, and wavy brown hair that falls halfway down his neck.
His tattoos are loud and colorful, the complete opposite of Jett’s.
Then he laughs, grinning like he’s hit the jackpot.
Holy, holy shit! He’s Australian. “Sorry, ladies, I just met James Hetfield and Max Morningstar. I’m a little starstruck, and now I’m struck again. ”
“Silas, this is Mikayla and Matilda,” Jett says in a ludicrously formal way.
“Mickie and Maddy!” I snort. “Oh! Silas? Your tattoo artist?”
“Mickie and Maddy, meet Silas, yeah, he’s my tattoo artist but also one of my best mates. He had his last appointment cancel, and reached out to see what I was up to—I’m sorry, did we interrupt something, darling?”
Mickie is redder than a tomato, and I grab the nearest paper to fan her with.
“No!” she squeaks. “Just two totally normal besties checking out a perfectly average shopping haul!”
Jett leads Silas in front of the couch, where the floor is littered with lingerie and bottles of lube. The boys shake their heads as they sit in front of us in black velvet armchairs, looking better than any porn video I’ve ever watched. Mickie takes the paper and starts fanning me.
“Don’t be shy, girls.” Jett grins. “Did you miss the part about Silas being one of my best mates? That means he isn’t interested in normal; he’s most definitely one of us. Sy, do show them your calf tattoo I like so much.”
Silas pulls up the leg of his dark jeans and turns his leg to show us the back of his calf, and Mickie and I legit gasp.
A hyper-realistic full color piece of a redhead with big blue eyes looking up through wet lashes with a ball gag in her mouth.
A carbon copy of Mick, I swear to fuck. I look at Mickie, and her chest is literally heaving.
I jump up and immediately bring whiskey and ice back to the couch.
She doesn’t even like it, but she needs to chill out. I am not letting her blow this.
Silas drops his pant leg, gives Mick a sizzling glance, then grins at me.
“Maddy, you have no idea how much I’ve heard about you from Jett.
Are you sure you can’t get just one or two pieces done?
” He takes my arm and studies it. “Your skin is so silky, Maddy, I-it’s screaming for me to put ink on it.
” I take a long slug of whiskey to cool down, and Jett chuckles into his glass.
Silas is looking intently at Mick now, and I’m concerned she may spontaneously combust.
Why does she look so much like the sub on his leg? This is insane!
“Mickie, please tell me you’re close to finishing?” Silas asks.
Mickie coughs up whiskey through her nose and sputters. I pat her back, and Jett rubs his forehead like he’s accidentally entered a loony bin. “Finished?” she repeats, clearing her throat.
“Finished with book three? Final in the Palace of Lies series? I’m a huge fantasy reader and I love your books. Love Maddy in your show. I sat down to write one myself, but I kid you not, it came out more like sci-fi. Six hundred pages of insanity.”
“Y-you’re a writer?” Mickie downs the rest of her drink, and I pray she can keep her cool a bit better now.
He grins like she’s been personally designed for him by God or maybe even the devil. “Looks like it. My agent is starting to shop around for publishers next week.”
They start talking about novel writing as if it were foreplay, and Jett pulls me aside, “What do you think, babe? Mick likes my gift?”
I do my best whisper, “Are you kidding me? What even a little bit straight woman wouldn’t like that? He’s seriously a single soft dom, likes her books, and is a writer himself? Is he just saying that or—”
Jett rolls his eyes, “Darling, I don’t associate with liars. So … how kinky are we going tonight? All the old people are starting to head home. Mum and Dad will probably be passed out in an hour.”
“Like, use the new bed restraints or hot tub sex?”
“Like, they use the restraint system in here, and I fuck you in the hot tub. Or, if you like, all four of us go in the hot tub and see what happens.”
“Like, he fucks Mickie in the hot tub on one side and you fuck me on the other?”
“Only if you’re into that, Baby, we have plenty of lube and the hot tub is enormous.”
Jesus Christ, this kinky boy. I peek over to see Silas slide his tattooed fingers over her knee and rest on her thigh.
I want Jett to myself a thousand percent, but having that while hearing those two enjoying themselves is kind of hot.
The idea of playing maybe truth or dare or something, and then things start to happen, it doesn’t sound bad.
It’s not like we’re sharing or anything.
“I’m willing to go in and hang out and see what happens,” I whisper, trying to stay cool, wondering where Mickie’s boundaries start and end, and where mine do.
“My dirty little princess, do you know how badly I want you?” I sneak my hand down to search for Keane, and I’m rewarded with a thick, heavy erection under my fingertips.
“Badly enough,” I smirk, telling myself I can wait till everyone’s asleep, hoping I’m right.