Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Colt and I exchanged a glance, and I nodded for him to take it.
“All right, so this is information gathered from Greer, Reese, River, KC, Walker, and myself,” he said. “We’ve narrowed it down to brats joinin’ us on the cruise—Macklin, Kit, Noa, Corey, Shay, and possibly Tate. We’re not sure about him.”
I nodded in agreement. “We also believe they’ve had help from some of the subs not tagging along. Lane, Gael, Gretchen, and Ivy.”
“Oh, Ivy’s definitely involved,” Lucas said. “We had lunch after her doctor’s appointment this week, and she was making vague mentions of sometimes having to make up for being forced to side with Tops.”
That was interesting, because she’d been forced to side with us Tops last fall, right around the time of the brat bootcamp. It was when we’d learned she was pregnant, so August, her Dom, had put his foot down. No shenanigans for her for a while. But she was still pregnant, so if she was involved, it had to be risk-free for her.
“Do we know any targets aside from Macklin’s obsession with making Ash suffer?” Lucian wondered.
Noticing that my cane was about to fall, I positioned it to lean against the table.
“We can only assume it’s the Sadists,” Colt replied. “We usually have to suffer the most.”
I nodded solemnly.
People just didn’t know our struggle.
Lucian turned a little smug. “Funny, because I do consider myself a Sadist, and I rarely find myself in the retaliation zone.”
“Because you terrify them,” I laughed.
“Or,” Lucas replied, “Sadists like Colt and KC simply don the Sadist cap as their excuse to act like children.”
Oh Christ. That was a bit see-through, Lucas.
Colt and I shared a wry smirk.
“We get it, baby.” Colt patted Lucas’s cheek. “You’re upset because we called you out on your readin’ habits.”
Precisely.
Lucas blew out a breath and sent a skyward glance, as if asking for strength.
“How do those two strong drinks sound now?” Lucian prodded.
“Oh, I need them badly,” Lucas assured.
We didn’t buy it.
“Anyway…” Colt reached for his coffee. “We might wanna come up with a strategy to make the brats either cancel the prank or move it to the house. We’re a little concerned we’ll be banned by the cruise line.”
I chuckled. That was legit. Luckily, there was more than one cruise line.
“Why don’t you challenge them?” Lucian suggested. “The ship has what, four swimming pools? Buy a bunch of Nerf guns or whatever you prefer and host a game in a pool. Losers have to be good boys.”
We didn’t need Nerf guns, but the rest of the idea wasn’t bad at all. Judging by Colt’s expression, he was on board as well.
“I propose we save the Nerf guns for when we can run around the lawn at Mclean,” Colt said, and I agreed. “But I like it. Shouldn’t be too hard to plan some fun games—in and out of a pool.”
Lucas looked like he wanted to say something. Maybe about our maturity. Either way, it made Lucian chuckle into his coffee cup.
I—
“Daddy?”
I looked over my shoulder, finding Kit in the doorway. His proverbial tail was between his legs.
“Yeah?” Colt responded.
Kit hesitated and bit his lip. He was damn sweet, that boy. All contrasts, ink, kink, and innocent cuteness.
“I, um, added a few more toys to the donation bag,” Kit said.
Oh dear.
Lucas winced and shook his head. “Don’t tell me you bought even more of those stuffies, little one.”
“No!” Kit exclaimed. He shook his head quickly, and Colt let out a breath of relief. “No, I swear. But I was wondering, um, if I could maybe have a little ice cream?”
Aww. How could one say no to that face?
Colt melted, and I couldn’t blame him. “Absolutely. Go ahead.”
“Thank you, thank you!” Kit beamed and sprinted off.
I shifted back in my seat and grabbed my mug. “He’s cute as fuck.”
Colt pointed at me. “Don’t even think about it, Casanova.”
Lucian and I laughed, and I shook my head. He had nothing to worry about.
Well… I mean, no, he had absolutely nothing to worry about, but I wouldn’t say no if they threw Kit in a pile with Noa, Cam, and maybe Corey and Gael. Why should the brats get all the voyeur fun?
“Chill—I wasn’t thinking for myself,” I promised. “But you never entertain the idea of him playing with other Littles? Aside from Corey.”
Colt shrugged. “Not really. All three of us have sharing problems.” He exchanged a brief look with Lucas. “We have our limited play with the Finlays, and that’s it for us.”
Lucian sat forward a little. “May I ask how limited? I’m just curious about the boundaries.”
Colt gestured for Lucas to answer.
“In short, the boys can play however much they want,” Lucas said. “They meet up in private quite often—but they’re not allowed to get off.”
Colt smirked.
I liked that. Let the boys rile each other up, and then the Daddies had to be there for the rest.