Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
He could support them all if necessary. He knew how to take care of her in other ways. Her health.
And he could love her. He’d love her so hard and so much that she wouldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t loved her.
“That could work.”
Tobias looked shocked. The other man was usually so guarded with his thoughts and feelings that it took Jenner by surprise.
“Why are you so shocked?” Jenner asked. “You suggested it.”
“Uh, yeah. I guess I just didn’t expect you to agree so quickly.
“I think this could work” Jenner said slowly. “I think between us, we could take care of Immy. And we both love her. If we didn’t do this, we could both lose her. And Immy needs us.”
“You think you could share her with me?”
“I don’t know exactly what that would look like,” he admitted. “But I’ve actually been reading some of the books that Immy likes and she reads a number of menage and reverse harem books. We can truly share her or work something out. But the main thing we need to be able to do is talk. Communication and honesty.”
Tobias grunted and nodded. “Yeah. This is fucking weird, though, right?”
“It is. But I just wanted to say that I’m sorry again for the things I said before. I think you’re a good man, Tobias. You’ve been good for Immy. You’ve taken care of her. You’ve given her what she needs, protected her. You were even helping her with her Little.”
“Until that went fucking south. Still don’t know what happened there.”
“I think I might,” Jenner offered. “She was having a good time at the playground, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah, she was so happy. Laughing, playing, a bit upset with me for threatening to punish her, but . . . I didn’t think she was that upset.”
“It wasn’t that, I don’t think. I think it was sub-drop.”
Tobias stared at him for a long moment. “Fuck. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“You weren’t exactly scening, it probably wasn’t clear. But Immy isn’t used to letting go fully. Her Little is often present, but she’s always denied that she is a Little to herself. She was riding the high of giving in and letting herself just be . . . and then she had to stop.”
“And she fucking crashed. Fuck,” Tobias said, running his fingers through his hair.
“We need to be careful of that happening again,” Jenner said. “Watch that she doesn’t have to abruptly shift from Little to Big. It would do her good to spend more time in Little headspace. Could be it will always happen, but we need to learn how to help her through it.”
“Yeah, agreed.”
“So we’ve come to our first agreement. Maybe we should hash out some more things before . . .”
“Before we talk to Immy.”
“I know that Immy’s agreement is key, but it’s important we’re on the same page. It will help her feel more secure.”
Tobias nodded. “Agreed.”
Twenty minutes later, Jenner stretched. He felt exhausted but he was also buzzing. However, his doubts were growing too.
If Immy didn’t agree to any of this, then it could all fall apart.
“Let’s go talk to her,” Tobias suggested.
They headed upstairs and Tobias knocked on her door. “Immy? Immy, let us in.”
Jenner frowned. It wasn’t like her to hold a grudge for this long.
“Immy? Open up or we’re coming in,” Tobias said.
Still nothing.
That was strange. Tobias turned the handle and stepped in.
Shit. She wasn’t in here.
“Where the hell is she?” Tobias turned around and rushed downstairs.
Jenner pulled out his phone to call her, but it went to voicemail.
“Immy, call me. Immediately.”
“Her car is gone!” Tobias yelled.
Fuck.
38
What was she doing?
“I shouldn’t be here, Dev,” she said. “They’re going to be so upset when they discover I’m gone. I’m not supposed to leave the house.”
Dev just grunted.
Dev often didn’t say much. It was actually one of his best qualities. It meant that she could talk without having him tell her what she should do. Without him judging her or trying to give her unwanted advice.
She could just off-load.
“You’re right. I should go.” She nodded and finished off her soda. “Good chat, Dev. As always. Oh, I forgot. I got you this cream for your hands. I noticed you’ve got a bit of a rash and this stuff is amazing. I’m prone to rashes. I’m prone to everything, if I’m honest.” She held it for him.
He didn’t take it.
With a shrug, Immy set it by him on the bar.
“You shouldn’t come here,” he said.
“Huh?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t come here anymore.” Turning his head, he gave her a long look. “Bad people come here to drink.”
“Everyone here has been lovely to me.” She couldn’t imagine any of these guys ever trying to hurt her.
That was crazy.
“Don’t come back.”
“It’s nice that you’re worried, but I can take care of myself. Look!” She searched her handbag until she found the bedazzled Taser that Sampson had given her. Okay, it hadn’t been bedazzled when he gave it to her, but she thought it looked far better now.