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)
“Well, we’re not as creative as you are,” Rigger responded. “We picked one of the last items on the registry. An ice cream maker.”
Pffft. Typical. If brats had been allowed to choose the gifts, the ice cream maker wouldn’t have been one of the last items left on the list. That was for certain. But now I knew Kit was going to be ecstatic.
“That’s an excellent gift,” I said. “You should only go rogue from a registry if you’re a certified awesome gift-giver like me. For instance, the magnets I made are shaped like fighter jets that Kit can move into formation on the fridge. The doormat and the mailbox sign will tickle Mister Colt’s possessive streak, and the sex toys will drive all of them mad with pleasure on their honeymoon. Also, I heard Mr. West is a bit of a slut for his men. He will not complain.”
Daddy rumbled a laugh. “Next time, we’ll order you to be in charge of gift-giving.”
I would like that job very much!
Uh-oh.
It started pouring down when we arrived at Mclean. Legit, pouring down, as if God were crying and coming and peeing at the same time.
“Okay, let’s make sure the gifts don’t get wet,” Rigger said. “We’ll hurry. Chances are they’re moving the ceremony inside.”
“I hope not,” Daddy replied. “This will be more memorable. And less sweaty. Wearin’ a suit in the middle of summer should be fucking outlawed.”
I giggled. He was so right.
“All right, we’ll make a run for it.” James opened the door and got ready with the first umbrella. Then the second.
I slid across the seats and followed.
Eeep! It was gushing.
RIP, my shoes!
I couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed, though. This was fun. Once the four of us had everything, we took off in a sprint, almost. In fancy clothes and all. Gross, the air was so thick with rain and thunder. The humidity was through the roof.
“The sky literally opened just when we got here.” Nathan picked up the pace. “This is ridiculous.”
I laughed.
We finally made it, and Master Kingsley and Master Greer were quick to usher us inside, opening the doors wider.
Adrenaline was coursing through me, keeping my grin in place, as we walked through the lobby. So many guests were here, and everybody seemed to be talking about the same thing. Whether they were going to delay the ceremony or move it indoors.
In the club area, I spotted several of my friends and their Owners.
“What’s everyone standing around for?” Daddy asked.
“We’re waitin’ for the verdict,” Mister Reese answered.
I waved happily. Hi, Corey! Hi, Noa! Hi, Gael! Hi, hi, hi, hi! There was Kit too!
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Mr. West asked Colt.
“What the fuck?” Daddy widened his arms. “We’re not delaying shit, and we’re not moving sixty chairs inside. This is exactly what I want in the photos, a bunch of brats running around in the rain and no Sadist able to stay pissy. It’ll be fun.”
I gasped and hoped so badly that the others agreed, and Colt seemed to be the first one. His smile appeared slowly but surely, and he nodded firmly.
“Ash is right. Since when are we afraid of a little water?”
Mr. West—actually… Mr. Carter… He chuckled and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh, what the hell. Let’s do it. Come on, baby boy. We’re gonna get wet.”
Kit lit up. “And then we can all jump in the pool!”
Yes! Fist pump!
“And get naked!” Noa hollered.
I cracked up with many, many others.
“Master Greer should leave the kilt on,” Macklin stated matter-of-factly.
I agreed with that. Master Greer was smoking hot in his kilt.
Okay, this might be one of the best weddings I’d ever attend.
I was ready!
The following week
James Hackett
Maybe Jordan and I should get a pool too.
Few things beat leaving the water and then lazying it up in a nice lounger.
We had absolutely no plans all weekend. It was fucking amazing.
We were gonna go bowling with Emmett tonight. That was about it. He’d asked for a chill weekend, and we were happy to deliver.
I stretched my arms above my head and just soaked up the sun.
House-sitting was a nice gig too. I watched the house, and Jordan watched the kitten.
Meanwhile, the Rileys were in Kentucky somewhere with the kids.
I yawned.
Almost time to get refreshments.
The patio doors slid open behind me, and I tilted my head back to see Jordan.
“What’re the chances you brought somethin’ cold to drink, baby?” I asked.
“Not great. But I can get you more lemonade soon.” He stalked over to me and sat down on the edge of my lounger. His on-edge behavior had my attention. “It’s possible I did something stupid.” He held up his phone. “You read this earlier, right?”
I squinted and shielded my eyes from the sun with a hand.
Ah, yeah. It was a journal entry. He’d sent me the link last night. Another switch in the community—Macklin—had written a lengthy piece on his experience with having multiple partners, even though his heart was reserved for one, in his words. The entry was titled, “We Adore One Another.”