“Flexible with plenty of communicating.” Reese tested the words with a small smile and a nod. “I like that. But now you know our nature. It’s not a matter of fidelity or an open or closed dynamic. It’s about interest. I may very well want to make someone else feel good, but I’ll send my favorite toy to do the work so the voyeur in me can watch. We will play through you.”
Tate was right. These fuckers were intense.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
I swallowed dryly and pulled up feet closer to my body, crisscrossing them. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He cocked his head.
Heat spread across my chest and face, and I subtly put down the rest of my waffle and dropped my elbows on my thighs so my hands could shield my cock. “Yeah.”
Maybe not subtly enough. Reese flicked a glance downward, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t stupid. He knew what I was trying to hide.
“Tate, would you give us a minute, please?” River requested.
“Of course. I’m surprised you let me stay this long.” Tate quickly bit into a blueberry muffin and got off the lounger. Then he grabbed a coffee and walked away.
My pulse skyrocketed when Reese made quick work of pushing aside the Styrofoam containers. Seconds later, he was on me. My head hit the backrest, and Reese pressed himself between my legs.
“Couple more things,” he murmured huskily, his face hovering an inch or two above mine. “You’re not the only one who wants to feel special in a relationship, little fighter. River and I have spent twenty years in and out of kink, and in four days, you turn our world upside down.” He stifled my gasp with a hand around my throat. “We’ve never felt possessive before.”
Oh my God.
Desire exploded around me.
River moved in closer too, and he grazed his teeth along my jaw before he whispered in my ear, “Worship us.”
I nodded vehemently, unable to utter a single word. I’d show them. It was the single most intoxicating feeling, this raw power they handed over with their honesty, and it made me want to kneel by their feet.
“Obey your Owner like a good puppy,” River commanded in a low, rich tone that sent shivers down my spine. “Let him fuck with your pretty little head and beg him for more.”
I whimpered and struggled to breathe, but Reese applied more pressure to my throat. It was fucking insane how fast they turned me on, how rapidly my mind and body fell to their mercy.
“You’ll take Daddy’s pain, too,” Reese whispered. “You’ll be my perfect little boy. You’ll let me fuck you up, breed you, and take care of you.”
I choked on a moan as I clawed at his chest and tried to rub my cock against him, but he didn’t let me. He planted a knee on my thigh.
“Only we get to fill your ass with come.” Reese kissed the corner of my mouth, and all I could do was nod. “Only we get to wrap our hands around your neck and squeeze the air out of your lungs.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
I remembered how they wanted me.
Completely fucking breathless.
Eleven
Reese Tenley
“Man, this is so good,” Shay groaned.
River hummed appreciatively, on the same page.
I shook my head and finished the last of my burger.
Who in their right mind turned down home-grilled burgers for a goddamn ramen cup?
No one. Absolutely no one. I had told them explicitly about the dinner I’d been preparing, and River had “suggested” I take the night off from cooking and just “nuke some noodle cups.” For the record, boiling water was poured into those cups; there was no nuking involved, and it was a reminder not to let him near our microwave.
They’d received their damn noodles—along with some grilled cheese sandwiches—but I had prepared my own meal anyway.
Unlike those two, I had standards.
Checking my watch, I guesstimated we’d have the patio to ourselves another half hour or so. The group play was in full swing, and the attendees had disappeared into one of the suites on the third floor that consisted mainly of mattresses and pillows.
To be honest, I was relieved we were sitting this one out.
I’d recommended Tate sit this one out too, but he’d insisted on joining the others. Getting under several others wouldn’t help him get over Kingsley.
Almost ten o’clock… Tate had lasted longer than I’d expected.
“You’re looking at the time a lot,” Shay noted.
“He’s worried about Tate.” River drank the last of the disgusting broth straight from the cup.
I made a face. “You’re animals.”
Shay found that funny and drank from his cup too.
“And it’s not just Tate,” I drawled. “I’m waiting for Greer to get back to me. He said he’d text the shipping confirmation before he went to bed.”
“Ah.” River nodded in understanding and reached for his smokes.
“Is Greer the founder who wears a black kilt sometimes at munches?” Shay asked.
I inclined my head. “When he comes straight from work. It’s a utility kilt.”
“Is he Scottish?” Shay waggled his eyebrows. “He’s not a ginger. Much, anyway.”
“Not all Scots are gingers, you nut,” I chuckled. “He’s of Scottish heritage, at least.” It wasn’t like he had an accent. He’d been born and raised on the East Coast. “He and his brothers run a company together, and he’s the warehouse manager. They sell supplies to bars and restaurants. It’s through him we keep our bar stocked.”
“Got it.” Shay bit his lip and side-eyed River as he lit up his smoke, and I waited for the boy to ask… “I’m gonna go get a lollipop.”
That’s my boy. The urge to reward him hit me right in the chest, and I stood up. “Follow me. I’ll show you something better—speaking of bars.”
He gave me a curious look but followed me inside the main house without question.
Shay and River had stacked all the chairs and tables in the club area today, then
