Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
We pick up where we left off in The Memories We Made. While Nathan is drowning in his sorrow, Ash is gearing up to do anything to win his husband back. Including facing his fears. Because let’s be honest, things can’t get worse. Ash has some help too, from a sneaky little brat on a mission, the boy’s own husband, and the friends at Mclean House
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CHAPTER 1
Ash Riley
Idrummed my fingers along the wheel and waited for the light to turn green.
Almost home.
I’d check in on Jordan, and then I was throwing myself on the couch with Paws.
He’d comfort me while I bitched about how much my life sucked.
My phone rang just as the light turned, and James’s name flashed on the screen. Unsure of where my earbuds were, I took the call and put him on speaker.
“I’m almost home,” I said. “By the way, did Jordan say anything about Paws today?”
“Nothing more than everything went fine,” James replied. “He also told me he wanted a kitten or a puppy for our next anniversary, so thanks for that.”
I chuckled.
He cleared his throat. “Speaking of Jordan, I’m not sure it’s a good idea you check in on him after all. He’s, uh… He’s in a sensitive mood.”
I felt my forehead crease. “First you mention a made-up condition, and now sensitivity. Did something happen to him?”
James sighed. “He applied for a position he didn’t get. He found out yesterday that someone else got the job.”
Aw, that sucked.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I murmured. “I can handle a sensitive mood, though. I have two teenagers. It’s like living with two ticking time bombs.”
He didn’t find that as funny as I did.
“Boss, I’m tryin’ to have some finesse here,” he said. “You know Jordan’s a Little, right?”
“Ohh,” I mouthed.
Since when did they go for finesse? In my experience, when a kinkster or a couple wanted to play with me, they fucking asked. They didn’t tiptoe for months and hint at their preferences—until one of them got so drunk that the truth spilled out.
“I may have noticed,” I replied. “Like the first time I met him.”
“Okay, well…he’s in that space right now,” he said. “And listen—I know we haven’t handled this whole thing well. Jordan doesn’t bounce back from rejection easily, so he thought it would be a good idea if I tried to approach you. But since I clearly suck at flirtin’ and finding the balls to be honest, I’m done tryin’. Plus, we know all you can think of is getting Nathan back.”
That was some speech.
“You’re honest now,” I noted.
“Because I’m tired,” he grumbled. “And pissy with my sister.”
I believed him. She’d left Emmett alone for two days straight to be with some guy. You didn’t fucking do that.
“I’m also protective of my husband,” James went on. “I just talked to him, and he’s definitely got his filters down. That’s why I called.”
“And that’s why you’re not sure it’s a good idea I go over there,” I deduced. “Because you don’t think he can keep his kink to himself?”
“I know he can’t. Not when he’s regressed.”
Fuck my ass, a regressed Little in need of comfort?
“Are you his Daddy Dom?” I had to know.
“Umm, not really. I’m not a Dom, and… I mean, he calls me Daddy sometimes, but it’s not our dynamic. I don’t identify with that kind of kink.”
I shifted in my seat and side-eyed the soup I’d picked up on the way for the kid. If you were sick, pretend or otherwise, the situation called for Panera.
“You know that I do, right?” I asked to make sure.
James sighed again. “Oh, once Jordan found your Mclean profile, he hasn’t been able to stop talking about it.”
Why, that little sneaky boy.
I grinned to myself and felt a warmth envelop my chest.
“We picked up those vibes from you early on,” James admitted. “I apologize I couldn’t handle this properly. We’ve never done this before.”
I cleared my throat and checked the rearview before I switched lanes. “It’s okay. So, what are your kinks?”
“Um. Do we have to do this now?”
“Nope. But I am heading over to your house,” I told him. “So I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s up.”
It sounded like he fumbled with his phone. “He knows our boundaries—and, um…if he speaks in a way that kind of, uh…dismisses me…? That’s more part of our dynamic.”
Well, fuck. My eyebrows hitched.
“Does he degrade you?”
He coughed. “Sometimes.”
Jesus, that was hot. A Little who degraded his partner? I could work with that.
“Might there be a cuck in you, James?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “We’ve fantasized about me catching y’all together.”
There we go.
“I can’t believe I just said that to my boss,” he muttered.
I chuckled, hearing the lust in my voice.
“Are you staying the night at your sister’s?” I wondered.
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t want Emmett to be alone.”
Of course. That made sense. I wouldn’t either. “You enjoy your night, then,” I said. “I’m turning onto our street right now.”
“Wait—does that mean… Are you gonna do somethin’ with him?”
“Are you asking your boss if he’s gonna take liberties with your husband behind your back? That’s messed up, James. And extremely inappropriate.”
But no, I probably wasn’t. No matter how tempting James and Jordan were, my entire goddamn soul was locked down. That said… I cleared my throat. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me anymore, and body and soul could be separated.