Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
River tilted his head at me.
Reese lifted a brow. “If you splash water on me, I’ll throw you into one of the shower rooms when the watersport lovers arrive later, and I’ll volunteer your face for target practice.”
I choked on a breath and widened my eyes.
Tate started guffawing.
“I’m trying to be sweet, fucker!” I exclaimed. “Now you ruined it.”
He smirked and left my bag on the porch in front of the cabin, then walked over to me. “A Daddy can’t be too careful.” He squatted down where I was gripping the edge, and it bugged me how just a single look could disarm me. It wasn’t even heat or sadistic pleasure. It was plain humor and warmth swimming in his moss-green eyes, and it was fucking stunning.
I bit my lip and pushed myself up to rest my forearms on the edge. “I just wanted to say you make me happy, okay? That’s all.”
He smiled widely and touched my cheek. “That’s mutual, baby boy. I guess no one gets to piss on your face tonight.”
I spluttered a laugh and shook my head. “Thanks, I guess. In fact, let’s make that a limit.”
He dipped down for a quick kiss before standing up. “Soft or hard limit?”
“Hard!”
He laughed on his way back to the cabin.
Freaking Sadists.
“I think I should spend the rest of the summer right here.” Here, being the neon pink inflatable pool chair. It had a cupholder! I took a sip of my Coke and pulled up my knee a bit. I wanted to get some sun along my inner thighs too. Plus, it didn’t escape my attention that people tended to look when I parted my legs.
Maybe there was an exhibitionist in me.
I inhaled the very essence of summer with each breath. Freshly cut grass, chlorine, sunscreen, and the barbecue smell from the hot dogs and burgers Daddy was currently preparing on the grill.
Even the music was better today. I’d sweet-talked Daddy into using a playlist I’d sent to him, replacing grinding old rock with upbeat RnB remixes about summer.
“It’s pretty great,” Tate murmured drowsily from his own pool chair. “The view helps.”
Legit. A handful of people had arrived in the last hour or two, and everyone had set up camp in the loungers around the pool. Including Kit with his two Doms. Colt was a hot motherfucker, cut from the same cloth as River and Reese. Older, rugged, solid frame, charismatic.
I flicked a glance over at River and got stuck there. He was in the pool too but had opted to use the stairs as his lounger, and he was leaning back on his elbows and looking generally indecent. Eyes closed, chin dropped, chest hair glistening, lower body submerged, hair pushed back, and sun-kissed scruff that looked a little lighter than normal.
I needed a taste.
Holding up my Coke, I carefully slipped off the lounger and into the water. “Owner, I’m coming for you.”
He cracked one eye open and smiled. “Should I brace myself?”
“Always.” I grinned and closed the distance, setting my soda on the edge before I crawled on top of him.
He raised his chin, a silent request. “Are you here to tell me we can finally change this god-awful music?”
I shook my head and kissed him. “Nuh-uh. This is great music. Music you can actually dance to.”
He hummed, teasing the tip of his tongue against mine, then eased away and tilted his head at me. “Are you a good dancer?”
Before I could respond, Reese hollered that the first round of hot dogs and burgers was ready, and I was struck with a pang of guilt. I’d offered to help out earlier, to which they had said no, and it didn’t feel awesome.
“I can hold my own, I think,” I replied distractedly. “I’m gonna go ask Daddy if there’s anything else I can do. Do you want me to get you some food, Sir?”
“We’ll go together.” River straightened on the step and cupped my cheeks. “You’re not gonna do anything except sit down at have lunch with us. We’ve given you the day off for a reason. Tonight Reese won’t go easy on you.”
Why so serious?
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. “I can’t wait.”
I could see why numerous Doms enjoyed letting their subs have fun in the sun during the day now. It lulled us in and threw a big, fuzzy blanket of comfort and security over us. Then, bam, darkness fell. My RnB was gone. The pool party had ended. Industrial metal and goth music blared out of the speakers in the main house, and the black-painted club area became the lion’s den in which aforementioned Doms walked around with happy grins because all the subs suddenly looked nervous.
I did my best to hide those nerves as I stood next to the table on the demo stage where Reese and his “friend from Boston” had set up shop. I counted approximately thirty floggers, whips, straps, and canes.