Chapter 9 #3
“You’ll stop when you’re out of tears, sweetheart.” He hugged me to him right under the lukewarm spray. The water felt really good, just not good enough to get me to stop weeping.
It was like the hits just kept coming. First, Daddy had announced we needed a nice shower so they could inspect all my ouchies. Second, Rigger told me we’d cuddle and have snacks afterward. Third, James had pulled me close and said he couldn’t wait to fall asleep with me in his arms.
This was my brand of aftercare.
Daddy inched back and cupped my face in his hands. “You did so good tonight.”
I smiled and teared up all over again. “I really let go.”
“You sure did. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and felt another set of arms hug me from behind. Rigger.
He kissed my shoulder.
James was next. He moved closer to the spray, and I threaded our fingers together.
Daddy leaned in and kissed him slowly.
I exhaled.
And sniffled.
“Are you asleep, honey?” I croaked through a whisper.
I sounded like death! My eyes felt super heavy too, as if I’d spent all of last night crying.
James barely stirred, but he did tighten his arms around me.
I drew a deep breath and stretched out. The curtains by the balcony danced in the wind, and each gust sent fresh air into the room. It felt nice and cool.
I had no idea what time it was, but it had to be in the middle of the night. It was pitch black outside the windows, and I was fairly sure Master Lucian was busy fucking Cam.
I yawned and glanced over there. Someone was riding someone anyway. And the Finlays were winding down with pillow talk.
Goodness, I was sore. Every time I moved around, something ached or twinged.
“I’m just saying, the cabin is so close,” someone whispered. I had a theory—it was Corey. I’d picked up a few words in the past ten minutes since I’d woken up. “Daddy, are you up?”
“Let him sleep, baby boy,” Greer muttered drowsily. “C’mere. Cuddle with us.”
“I wouldn’t turn down one or six tea cakes right now,” Archie mused. “You made me hungry, Master.”
I grinned to myself.
Greer chuckled sleepily. “One of the few nights we don’t have a kid wakin’ us up for no reason, and you two can’t stop yappin’.”
“And also, they’re not called tea cakes,” Corey replied. He was no longer whispering.
“I’m not saying it in Danish, love,” Archie said dryly. “It sounds like you’re about to throw up.”
Greer found that funny. “Let’s be honest. It ain’t the sexiest language.”
“I wanna hear it!” Welcome to the show, Noa. “Talk Danish to me, Corey.”
“Here’s how you say cream in Danish, Noa,” Archie said. “Fl-uuuuhh.”
Noa cracked up hard.
“That’s so not it!” Corey exclaimed.
“Christ, I just got him to fall asleep, boys,” KC grumbled.
I snickered behind my hand.
“Sorry, buddy,” Greer chuckled. “Wrong venue for peace and quiet, I’m learnin’.”
“Why does Nora poke fun at Danes?” Archie wondered.
“Because she’s Swedish,” Corey huffed. “It’s what they do. They’re jealous because we’re better.”
Greer yawned. “I met some Swedes in Afghanistan. They’re pretty badass in the field, but it’s tough to get them to unclench.”
“Hard to unclench with a big stick up your butt,” Corey quipped.
“Why are you being so loud at three in the damn morning?”
“Yay, Daddy! You’re up!” Corey was happy again.
“So is Uncle Lucian,” Noa sang. “He’s close. He’s got his orgasm face.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Cam laughed through a moan.
“Goddamn brats, the lot of you,” Lucian bit out.
Okay, I couldn’t even pretend to be asleep any longer. I disentangled myself from James and sat up.
The faint glow from a single light in one of the windows was enough to see shapes and shadows. Someone waved from the Leroux-Hayles bed—fairly sure it was Noa—so I waved back.
“Hi, Jordan. Did we wake you? Blame Master Greer.”
I giggled.
“Boy, don’t even,” Greer drawled.
“I’ve been up a while,” I said. “I’m waiting for Daddy and Rigger to get back. I think they’re downstairs.”
Maybe they went to the bathroom. Or they took a romantic stroll to the kitchen. I didn’t know.
“Oh, they’re out on the balcony,” Archie replied. “I saw them sneak out earlier.”
Ohhhhh. That was my next stop, then!
I scrambled off the bed and put on my jammies while the others got lost in a conversation about possibly deciding a breakfast order for later. I announced that I wanted in on that action with my three men, right before I ducked behind the curtain.
The air was way cooler here, and the moon cast a pale glow across the front lawn.
I stopped and hid behind the doorway when I spotted Nathan and Ash sharing a comforter that they’d wrapped around each other.
Stupid! They were obviously having a private moment. Kissing unhurriedly, holding each other, smiling a little, whispering…
I wasn’t gonna disturb. In fact, I’d leave—
“…think it’s natural to catch feelings eventually,” Nathan was saying quietly. “We want our dynamic with them to be meaningful, don’t we?”
I perked up. Couldn’t help it.
Ash hummed. “We do. I’d say it already is.” He sighed contentedly and leaned in to kiss Rigger. Nathan. Rigger. The lines blurred. Like our worlds. “I don’t need any more reassurances, baby. We’ve got this. James and Jordan belong under our skin. And in our everyday lives.”
I beamed and covered my mouth with my hand.
Mister Ash started dropping his kisses lower and lower. “I’d imagine Hallie will become mildly obsessed with Jordan once she learns he’s a makeup artist.”
Oh my gosh, I hoped so. I could teach her whatever she wanted. But she might not like me when I told her girls her age shouldn’t cake their faces in thick makeup.
“Dylan already enjoys it when we shoot hoops with James and his nephew,” Ash continued, kissing his way down Rigger’s chest. “They’ll be right next door.
I’m thinking mandatory barbecues and holidays.
Birthdays and occasional breakfasts. A movie night here and there…
” Just then, he sank to his knees in front of Nathan and peered up at him.
“You and I aren’t made for keeping our lives separate. We’ll find a way to combine them.”
Nathan drew a deep breath as Ash sucked him into his mouth, and he wove his fingers through Ash’s hair. “Maybe we can go away together for a weekend sometime too.”
Ash hummed and nodded.
I couldn’t believe this. I had to tell James! We’d officially won the lottery. Nathan and Ash weren’t looking for simple playtime. They wanted exactly what we wanted.
This called for a celebration!
I’d craft them something amazing when I got home tomorrow. Fridge magnets for everybody!
I hurried back to the bed, pausing by our overnight bag to stow away my jammies. I couldn’t very well sleep with clothes on.
What’s that?
I squatted down when I saw something shiny in a side pocket, and I picked it up.
Huh.
Curious.
A cute, tiny balloon animal. A dog, more accurately. How adorable! What was it doing in our bag?
“Darlin’, come back to bed,” I heard James mutter. “You need your sleep.”
Right. Sure. Sleep.
I could make a list for Daddy’s and Rigger’s magnets tomorrow.
“Harder, Daddy… Please…”
“Mmm, are you being a baby slut again?”
I rolled over.
Earthquake?
It felt like the bed was trembling.
“Corey…are you being greedy?”
“I can’t help it, Dominus!”
“Be a good boy and service him, little one.”
I made a sleepy noise and tried to open my eyes. Hell no, I wanted to sleep more.
I managed blinking a few times and… Were Daddy and Rigger spit-roasting James?
Good God, but they were old. How had they not crashed yet?
“Daddy, it hurts!”
“You asked for this, freckles.”
“May I please come?” James panted.
Daddy and Rigger chuckled.
Ugh, no, screw that. I rolled over again and threw a pillow over my head.
James Hackett
Did people around here not know about the concept of sleeping in?
Good Christ.
I scrubbed my hands over my face and rolled over, where I spotted Jordan and Noa lying down and working on something. Jordan had his notebook out—and his feet were crossed in the air. Too damn cute.
I smiled sleepily.
“So, a red balloon on River’s magnet…” Jordan made more notes. “And ramen?”
“Yeah.” Noa nodded. “Who’s next?”
“Ummmm, Mister Colt, I think.”
I yawned and glanced out over the room. With the sun trying to push through the curtains, the morning light wasn’t too bright. Nathan was chuckling and talking to Lucas and Kit by the door. And it triggered a memory from earlier. Had I seen Colt come up? And leave with Ash and Greer?
It’d been a weird night. A glorious, fucking incredible, weird night. Fantasies had come true—but I was gonna be a wreck all day. The night had literally consisted of several naps, and I needed my six straight hours of sleep.
“Jordan, you’re making me monkey bread today,” I grumbled.
He snickered. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Score.
“I love monkey bread,” Noa said. “Cam makes it sometimes.”
Speaking of… I was pretty sure that was Cam who reentered the room with Greer’s slave. I was still learning the names. Either way, they had coffee. A lot of coffee.
That made me drag myself up into a seated position, at least.
“Dude. Check out the body on your hubby, Jordan,” Noa said under his breath.
My mouth twitched. Don’t think I hadn’t noticed his own husband during the interrogation yesterday. Heavens.
“I know. He’s delicious,” Jordan replied frankly. “Focus. What about Kit?”
“Coffee and juice delivery!” Archie called out. “Master, Colt, and Ash are on their way up with breakfast, so please stop what you’re doing and get ready to eat. I believe they emptied the nearest diner.”
Well…we sure worked up an appetite, didn’t we?
I smelled the food about half a second before I heard the booming voices of those three Doms. Greer, Ash, and Colt appeared with takeout bags, and for once, I’d choose the food over any man.
My stomach growled at the scents of eggs, cheese, bread, and…
I didn’t even know, but the place suddenly smelled like a bakery and diner.
“Stay put. I’ll get you your order,” Jordan told me.
That was fine by me.
Noa ran back to his own orgy bed, naked as the day he was born, and Nathan made his way back to ours.
Both he and Ash would always be the hottest naked, but I had a thing for men who’d just woken up and pulled on a pair of sweats. Add the bed head and, in Nathan’s case, those black-framed glasses? I’d do anything he asked—as long as he didn’t ask me to give up breakfast.
“Good morning. Did the boys wake you up?” He bent down and kissed me, and he gripped my chin gently.
“I don’t even know.” I leaned in, needing one more.
He smiled into the kiss and gave me fucking goose bumps, just from that tongue-teasing.
Jordan and I didn’t stand a chance against these two.
Black-framed glasses and abs, fuck me twice.
“Jordan!” Ash hollered. “I talked to Greer. Do you happen to be curious about sounding?”
Oh hell. Nathan and I exchanged a chuckle and broke away, and he planted himself next to me and gave my leg a squeeze.
“I was, and then I watched a video with it, and I noped my way out of that real fast,” Jordan responded. “Next topic!”
“It’s actually mindfucky hot,” Noa said. “Greer’s done it to me.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” my boy huffed.
Ash smirked. “I don’t know… It could be hot to watch you—”
Jordan held up a hand. “It could be hot to watch? You wanna jam a rod down my dick on the chance that it could be hot?”
Most of the Sadists in the room found that funny.
“Of course not,” Ash laughed. Then he pointed to Greer. “He would do it.”
Greer smirked. “Just say the word.”
“I’m not saying the word! Sir!” Jordan stalked back to Nathan and me and actually hid behind us.
I shook my head in amusement. “Did you forget our order, sweetheart?”
“Change of plans,” he mumbled. “Daddy will get it for us.”
Change of plans.
Something told me plans changed a lot out here. Particularly for newbies who thought they knew exactly what they wanted, and then they met a whole bunch of people who showed that life could look a million different ways.
Not that long ago, Jordan and I had just barely dared to fantasize about possibly meeting up with Ash for some dirty fun behind closed doors.
And now…here we were, with him and his husband, all their friends, after an event where we’d fucked in front of voyeurs and gotten off to each other’s excitement. Every damn moan had fueled me.
And this was only the beginning.