Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Well, fine,” Joshua snorted. “You two can have breakfast ready when I get up.”
“I can make breakfast,” Gael offered quickly. I caught him glancing at me in the sideview mirror. “You can have coffee and read the paper while I make breakfast, Sir. How do you like your eggs?”
Boy, don’t paint me a future I’ve lost hope of finding.
“Like I do, baby,” Joshua replied. “Sunny-side up, soft-boiled, or scrambled.”
My chest felt tight all of a sudden, and I didn’t enjoy the lines so blurry. They were discussing the mornings that followed nights of playtime. For a casual dynamic. I would be the third they brought in.
Joshua was anything but subtle with his agenda, but I wasn’t as optimistic. Did I want more? Of course I did. I wanted to finally get my shot with Joshua—and Gael… I was incredibly torn. He was so young. I feared we’d never be on the same page. How could we be with that age gap? My life was winding down. His was just beginning.
It would do me good to keep a distance from them. Physically and emotionally. I wouldn’t be able to resist a playtime dynamic with them, but it would come with plenty of boundaries and restrictions.
“Maybe the three of us can do something fun for Valentine’s on Friday,” Joshua suggested.
Not helping.
Seeing the house brought back some of my determination, thankfully. The grand Victorian with its tall trees rose ominously from an otherwise flat landscape of small-scale farming, with civilization looming on the horizon. It was a sliver of solitude, not too far away from the river, where we didn’t have to hide.
And it was our new hiding spot. Splendid.
Joshua grabbed his bag, Gael’s bag, and General’s litter box, so I went for the two grocery bags.
This early on a Monday, it was easy to find a parking spot in the big carport, but more often than not, I had to park to the side.
We crossed the expansive front lawn together, and rather than walking through the house, we walked alongside it to get to the back. Immediately to our left was the row of founders’ cabins. River, Reese, and Shay lived permanently in the first one—for the time being. I’d learned from Macklin that they were building a house nearby.
The outdoor area at the back of the main house was empty, from the deck and barbecue area to the covered pool. Loungers were stacked in a far corner before another lawn took over. It led down to the little forest, where our primal players and Sadists liked to host takedown events.
These days, I preferred an open fire and a comfortable chair, ideally with a good book in my hands and a sub at my feet.
Walker wanted the primal play before he donned his comfortable slippers and sat down in his own chair with Macklin.
“The fourth cabin is Macklin’s,” I said. “There’s a spare key in the pot on that table.” All the cabins had their own little front porch, but only three of them had furniture out there. Macklin loved to decorate, and last time I’d been here, his wicker sofa and chairs had been covered in snow.
Joshua walked ahead, with Gael scurrying after with General’s carrier.
It was going to be an interesting few days.
Work would hopefully keep me distracted. Or focused, rather.
I stepped up on the little deck as Joshua unlocked the door.
It was certainly a warm and picturesque setup, complete with fireplace and all the things that transported us to a secluded, snowcapped mountain. Rugs, patchwork quilts, a coffee table Walker had made himself… Big couch, two cushy chairs, a kitchenette for basic cooking, and lastly, the smallest bathroom known to man underneath the stairs that led to the loft.
“Damn. This is my style.” Joshua was impressed.
I removed my shoes and set down the groceries.
“Oh wow, it’s so cozy here!” Gael exclaimed. “I love it. You’re gonna love it here also, General. Yes, you are.”
What I loved was that boy’s newfound exuberance. Such a stark contrast to the timidness of yesterday.
I closed the door behind us, just in time for Gael to notice the kinky items that blended in with the environment. Like the wooden X-cross and leather cuffs on the wall next to the fireplace, the floggers and whips that hung on the wall farthest in, and the shelves next to the floggers that had boxes in different sizes labeled dildos, plugs, rope, “definitely not poppers,” aftercare, clamps, blindfolds, wax melts, and cleaning supplies.
Gael spun around with wide eyes, but Joshua was busy filling the little fridge underneath the kitchen counter, so the boy turned to me instead.
Wait till he saw the sleep loft. Mattresses covered most of the floor, along with two dressers filled with sex toys, and the tilted ceiling had beams prepared for suspension bondage.
“Macklin spent more time hosting orgies than actually participating in them when he nursed his Walker heartbreak,” I told the boy, amused. “There isn’t much in the kink department we won’t find in here.”