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)
“Me too, right, pet?” Colt pressed.
Archie sent him a grin. “Of course, Sir. Did Reese also…” He spotted Reese. “I thought you were shaving as well, Sir.”
“He chickened out,” Shay snickered.
“I did fucking not.” Reese smacked his boy on the chest. “I just decided it wouldn’t look good on me.”
“You mean, I decided,” River drawled.
I smirked to myself, and Lucian helped me over to an available couch.
We ended up with Ty, Lane, and Macklin on one side and Dean, Santiago, and Gael on the other. But Gael soon made his way over to sit with Macklin, who gathered the boy close and kissed the side of his head. Meanwhile, Walker was over in the corner, talking to Kingsley and Tate.
Kingsley and I locked eyes, and I nodded discreetly.
He did the same.
Once seated, I started removing my clothes, and Macklin rose from his couch to offer us all drinks. Like last time, he’d set up little bars on the side tables.
“Seeing as we’ve traveled back to the ’70s tonight, I’ll have a 7 and 7,” I requested.
“I heard that,” Colt said.
I blew him a kiss and kicked off my shoes.
He smoothed his fingers over his mustache.
Walker trailed over. “I kinda miss my mustache now.”
Macklin chuckled. “No, you don’t, Owner.”
“I think you’d look hot,” Ty offered. He turned to Lane. “You reckon I should grow one?”
Lane thought about it. “Maybe…? It depends on the ’stache. Like, I can totally see Master McKenna in the kind Master Greer has.”
That was actually the kind Walker had sported before, like half a horseshoe.
Macklin was glaring daggers at Lane, but it went unnoticed.
Walker dipped down and kissed Ty slowly. “We can think about it. You’d look delicious in a chevron.”
“You hear that, Greer?” Colt spoke up. “We’re trendsetters.”
“Or copycats,” Lucian said with a shrug. “I’m fairly certain there’re already three hundred Wilford Brimley fan clubs out there.”
I laughed.
“I’m more of a Sam Elliott man myself,” Walker drawled.
Noa scrunched his nose and eyed the men. “Are you just name-dropping historical figures nobody’s heard of again? You always do that.”
Hey, now.
“You love Sam Elliott, freckles,” I pointed out. “He’s one of the Earp brothers in Tombstone.”
Recognition lit up in his eyes. “Oh yeeeaaah. He’s so fine! That grampa could ride me like a pony any freaking day.” He leaned back and started thrusting the air, earning himself laughter all around.
My little slut boy.
I finally got my drink from Macklin, and I figured we’d gotten off track enough. I took a big swallow, then set the glass on the nearest table and stripped down to my boxer briefs.
The others weren’t done bickering, but I had a feeling I knew how to get everyone to stop.
“Kingsley!” I nodded at him, and he gave me his attention. “Mind helping me for a moment?”
Lucian leaned closer to me. “Do you need something?”
I shook my head and kissed his cheek. “You should start tearing Noa’s ass up with a paddle.”
Noa stopped humping the air and pouted. “Aw, man.”
Kingsley came over and helped me off the sofa, and he let me lean on him as I limped closer to where he and Tate had been seated. Well, Tate was still there, and he wouldn’t be busy talking to Lucas for much longer.
“Ironically, I do need a bit of assistance,” I admitted. My thigh was spasming.
“Name it,” Kingsley replied. “Is it your legs?”
I nodded with a dip of my chin and came to a stop a couple mattresses away from Tate. I motioned for us to get down, and he helped me. I asked if he could just rub my thigh a little.
“Noooo!” I heard Noa complain. Which could only mean Lucian had set things in motion. Walker was already over there, and he was our resident toymaker. His paddles, whips, and floggers were the only ones we bought. Best fucking quality. Same with his glasswork.
My ass hit the mattress, and I grunted and hugged my right knee to my chest.
“Lemme do it, buddy.” Kingsley got down on one knee next to me, and I winced as I pushed out my leg again. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as if Lucian hadn’t done this a million times in front of the others in the past, and it was all about applying a lot of pressure to the fleshy parts.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and let out a long breath the moment Kingsley got started.
Fuck, that was the spot.
“I volunteer Shay for that too,” I heard Reese say.
Shay didn’t agree. “What! Daddy, no! Haven’t I suffered enough today?”
Given Walker’s gleeful expression, I assumed there was another paddle involved.
“Oh, you’ve never suffered enough for us, sweetheart. Come on.” Reese—and River—dragged their boy over to Lucian and Noa. And Walker.
It was funny how Cam shrank in on himself as if to blend in with the background. He was literally trying to hide behind his squishy toy.