Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I was just pointing it out—you couldn’t watch The Walking Dead on a TV covered in plastic.
“For as long as you’re here, you have a say in these matters,” Greer replied. “But it’s a good idea to give them Sloan’s room. Then we don’t have to do anything with the children’s rooms. They’ve moved around enough.”
Hooray, it was settled. I took a bite of the Babybel cheese and grinned when Kyla spat out her food. It dribbled down her chin.
“Thanks for that smashing review, darling,” Archie muttered. He gently scraped the spoon up her chin and tried to feed it to her again.
It worked this time.
“We’ll see where you end up, Corey.” Sloan cut a sliver of Brie for himself and placed it on a saltine. “It all depends on whether or not I can trick you into our bed.”
No tricks necessary!
But it was up to Greer. I wasn’t crowding their most intimate space unless everyone was okay with it.
“I take it you’ve talked already…?” Greer lifted his brows at Sloan.
“We have.” Sloan chewed and rubbed my leg under the table. “Corey and I have decided to start a Daddy/Little relationship. Which we decided when we realized we had no other option.”
I laughed and hugged his bicep. “Is it a decision when we can’t help it?”
“It makes me sound more in control if I say yes.” He narrowed his eyes playfully at me, and I couldn’t stop grinning. He was being funny with me. “Ironically, I already feel more in control.”
“I was just going to say. I don’t think that’s weird, Sir,” Archie answered. “It’s within the power exchange, you can take charge. And this makes me so happy. I must put together a celebratory dinner tonight.”
How was this happening to me? I couldn’t believe it. The whole thing felt like being brought back from the dead.
I remembered when Colt and Lucas began their relationship with Kit. I’d been in Denmark at the time, so I’d heard the details from Tate and Ivy, after which I’d started befriending Kit myself. Because he’d been a member for…huh, maybe even longer than I had, but he’d been so shy, and he hadn’t attended any events. Then Lucas had noticed something about the guy during our munches, and over a weekend, everything had changed. A single weekend.
Now they all lived together in Georgetown and were planning a kinky Christmas party.
Apparently, they were going to Florida with Ty also…
I’d spent my weekend with Greer, Sloan, and Archie now. Something was happening with us, and maybe…just maybe, I’d get to experience what Kit had gone through when meeting his Daddies. I mean, what if?
One thing was for certain. Marcus would meet a version of me on Friday that I hadn’t been in almost a year.
I’d been foolish earlier today when I’d thought nothing could go wrong and…blah, that perhaps I wouldn’t even have any more nightmares. It’d been an internal high speaking. Realistically, I understood I would have setbacks. I knew I would struggle with some insecurities for a while. Nothing happened overnight. Except, some things did.
Sometimes, we needed a catalyst. Like the day Marina introduced Lane to her dad for the first time. Gosh, the panic he’d experienced. He’d been so distraught. I still remembered how Lane had barged into my room at Mom’s place. He’d paced and ranted and cried. He’d been so confused about his reaction to Ty.
My own catalyst was this dynamic right here—the three men currently discussing a kink schedule for our temporary venues. They’d helped me wake up. With contributions from Lane, Shay, and Cam, who’d confronted the broken logic Marcus had forced upon me. Heck, my mom too. She’d always been a little wary of him. And rather than listening to her when she’d called him smarmy, I’d rushed to defend him.
Never again.
“…need a masochist, you know where to find one,” Archie pointed out.
I cocked my head and tried to pay attention.
“He was the first one I thought of, but he wants to participate in the event,” Greer replied.
“Are you talking about me?” I asked.
“Nothing gets by you.” He ruffled my hair and smirked. “Yeah, I need a lab rat for the next Game.”
But, oh! “And I can’t volunteer as tribute?” I pouted.
He smiled and cracked his knuckles absently. “I’d love it if you did, but the lab rat can’t participate. You’d know too much about the different stations so you’d have an advantage.”
Drat! I pinched my lips together and frowned, and I thought long and hard about what would give me the most fun. And wasn’t that answer simple? I sure had a competitive streak, but it wasn’t stronger than my urge to please. If it would help Master Greer to have me as his lab rat, I wanted to do it.
“I would like to help you, please,” I said. “There will be other Games in the future.”