Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I nodded and dipped down to suck on his neck like some teenager. I just needed to taste every inch of him. And mark him. I wanted my marks all over his sexy body.
The instant he withdrew his finger from me, I wanted it back. I wanted us to disappear into that little jungle and just let go of everything. Leave humanity behind and act like savages.
He slowed down the kiss too. Fucker. “This is all you gotta think about today. Nothing else.” He nipped at my jaw. “Just my cock…drilling into you… The bruises I’mma give you—”
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “I need it.”
“I know you do. So do I.” He nudged up my chin and locked eyes with me, and I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “Stop overthinking us, darlin’.”
Shit. Could he give me instructions?
“I’ll get right on that,” I muttered.
He chuckled, his voice full of lust. “You got nothin’ to worry about. We’re solid.”
Right. We were solid. Sure.
Well, he sure accomplished one thing. I thought about him the whole goddamn afternoon. I sought him out, stared at him, and itched for the takedown to begin. The Littles who usually loved to brat off with me got bored by my lack of engaging. In past years, Sam and I could make them cry from laughter when we chased them down for tickle fights and spankings, but none of that was on my radar today.
We ate, enjoyed the sun, relaxed in the water, and covered the safety talk for tonight. Rubbers and STI screenings were discussed, same with safewords and limits, but whenever Reid glanced over at me, possibly to gauge my reactions, I subtly shook my head. He knew me. We weren’t fucking using rubbers, and he was well aware of my limits.
He never once brought up that I might fall on the other side of the play tonight. I was included in every topic as the Top, and we played along when the Littles debated on who would catch them first.
We played by the same rules we usually did. Every sub was up for grabs, but if we didn’t have a dynamic or arrangement with said sub, we’d deliver them to their Owner.
“I’mma scratch all’a y’all right up!” Cas cried out.
We laughed.
Reid had built a fire out of driftwood that we’d gathered around, and it was nice, but it was no mosquito-repelling lantern next to my air-conditioned tent with a mattress that didn’t kill my back.
I’d really grown comfortable the last few years… And not for the first time lately, I felt detached from the things going on around me. Maybe because I’d stopped pretending I was a Daddy Dom. I still thought the boys were cute as fuck when they tried to assert themselves and push buttons, but I couldn’t imagine having a relationship like that every day.
Amir and Carl soon ordered the bottoms to get ready for playtime, and I automatically glanced over at Reid on the other side of the fire.
He smirked a little and took a swig of his beer.
Motherfucker.
I watched Trey and Garrick run off with two toiletry kits, and I couldn’t believe I even entertained the idea. I mean, it felt so fucking weird to consider running off to…get ready…to be taken.
I’d never been on this side of things before.
Before we’d eaten, Reid had handed me a bottle of almond oil.
That’d been a mindfuck of its own. No words exchanged, no awkward buildup in the atmosphere, just…here, take the oil.
To be honest, it felt like a greater act of submission to lube up than to agree to a takedown during which I could fight for my life.
I wasn’t a sub.
“I’m not looking for a sub.”
Screw it.
I finished my beer and rose to my feet, then brushed some sand off my hands.
“You’ve been quiet all day,” Carl noted.
“Yeah,” Brad agreed. “You okay?”
Goddammit.
“Everything’s great,” I lied. “I’m plotting and scheming. I have a bet going on with Reid.”
That one worked. They wanted to know what the bet was, and I left it to Reid. In the meantime, I excused myself to go take a leak.
Whether I was also going to apply almond oil to my ass was nobody’s business.
CHAPTER 6
Reid McKinley
Even when I thought Max was being obvious in his brooding and grumbling, he could fool most people into thinking shit was fine. With Sam being one exception.
That observant motherfucker followed me down to the water when I went to rinse out my coffee mug.
“So is Max really all right?” he asked.
I glanced over my shoulder, making sure we were alone.
The sun was dipping behind the clouds that rested on the horizon, painting the darkening sky red and purple.
Max wasn’t all right. Not at the moment. But he would be. I’d had the day to find my confidence.
I straightened again and wiped the mug off on my shorts. “He will be before the night is over.” I cleared my throat and figured…Sam was safe. “He’s the one I’m hunting tonight.”