Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Mister Macklin,” Colt and I scoffed in unison.
Then Colt took over. “Don’t listen to that brat. He doesn’t know shit.”
Exactly. I mean, that was a complete fabrication; Macklin couldn’t be more correct, but we didn’t want Noa to believe that. Besides, limits could shift just a tad in favor of fucking with brats. We could also pretend like pros.
“Since when is everything about sex?” Greer asked. Ironically going with Noa’s line of thought from before. “We don’t gotta go far to make your little heads spin. Just watch this.” He leaned in and kissed Colt, and like clockwork, they had Cam’s and Noa’s undivided attention. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and it didn’t stop there. Colt slipped a hand down Greer’s jeans, just enough for his fingers to tease the promised land, and it made Noa curse.
“Daddy!” Kit shrieked somewhere. I didn’t see him—wait. He was on the deck. Or he had been. Now he was sprinting toward us. “Are you playing or not? Please say yes!”
Greer and Colt chuckled and broke away.
Case in point.
“We were just provin’ something, little darlin’.” Colt gathered a breathless Kit close and kissed the top of his head. “We evidently hitched our domly wagons to a bunch’a baby sluts.”
“And us to a bunch of cockteases,” Noa retorted. “With pickle juice on their dicks.”
“Exactly!” Kit agreed. “Wait, what? Pickle juice?”
“Well, you know what?” Greer said abruptly and folded his arms over his chest. “If we Doms ever decide to reward you with a sexy show, the key word is reward. You boys better have been so good that nothin’ else cuts it.”
Game. Set. Match.
Noa and Kit went quiet, and we didn’t miss their exchange. It was so obvious that their minds went straight to whatever shit they were gonna pull on the cruise. Even Cam’s little smirk confirmed it. He knew the brats were up to something. He’d told me.
The boys had some thinkin’ to do.
I would’ve loved to say how two glasses of whiskey loosened me up physically before we headed into the main house, but the only thing loose on me was the urge to fuck a feisty Top. My legs were close to unresponsive after today, so I had no choice but to park my ass in my chair.
Noa brought the wheelchair lift down to the lobby, and Lucian pushed me onto the platform.
I peered up at Lucian. “You and Cam watching?”
“Oh, we wouldn’t miss it. Would we, baby?” He looked to Cam.
“Heck no!” Cam was clearly in a good mood after a couple drinks too.
“Actually, we’ll do more than watch,” Lucian amended. As Noa climbed up on my lap and activated the lift, Lucian and Cam walked alongside us. “Walker has a spiked paddle ready for a certain Little.”
Noa tensed up his tight little ass and made a face. “What happened to enjoying the show?”
“Maybe Daddy wants a show too.” I kissed his cheek. “You know nothing gets me harder than hearing you scream.”
He scowled at me. “Sadist,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back. “And you love it when Daddy’s sadistic.”
He had no response to that, except to cross his eyes and stick out his tongue.
Solid argument.
We made it up to the third floor, and we zeroed in on the room we’d visited just a few weeks ago for Santiago’s first orgy with us. Only then, we’d had a few bottoms with us, mainly Macklin, Gael, and Noa. Tonight was all about Santiago getting it.
We had a couple small surprises for the brats watching too, and one of them was a secret to Walker as well.
For every group fuck, there was a group chat for swapping limits, STI results, and ideas. Dean had spoken on Santiago’s behalf for this one, because our main man of the hour didn’t want too many details.
Lucian helped me out of the chair, and I gritted my teeth and did my best to lock my knees into place. The floor inside that room was filled with mattresses, so I had to leave the chair out in the hall. There was no point in using my braces either, because they’d come off soon enough. With my arm around Lucian’s shoulders, I let him usher me into the room, and Noa brought me my cane.
“Thanks, baby.” I gripped it tightly and concentrated on, well, not falling. Goddammit. I hated walking on mattresses. With so little strength left in my legs, it took all my energy not to let my feet drag behind.
“Thank fuck, he didn’t cancel!” I heard Macklin exclaim.
I chuckled and found him on one of the sofas with Lane and Ty. Three out of four walls were lined with couches, leaving the floor one giant fuck mattress.
Colt, Kit, and Lucas were here, occupying one couch. Reese, River, and Shay were on another. Greer, Sloan, and Corey…
“Am I late?” A breathless Archie ran into the room. “Okay, good. Christ.” He hurried over to his three and rambled about his sister. I’d seen him drive off earlier, so I assumed they had a babysitter for the rest of the evening. “Corey sent me a picture. I love it, Owner.” And now the topic was Greer’s mustache. “So sexy.”