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)
“Always so bratty.” Cam snickered and shook his head, then faced me. “I’ll be right back with refreshments, Daddy. Do you need a refill, Master?”
“I’m very good, darling. Thank you.” Lucian stretched out his legs and brushed some beach sand off his chest.
While Cam returned to the other subbies working on our food—I spotted Archie slicing bread and Tate cutting up vegetables—Reese came over to us and gave us a show. Perhaps not consciously, but he had no issues drying his junk for the world to see.
Walker eyed him. “Any more clues?”
Reese shook his head. “But we think it’s gonna be here.”
Ah. The prank. There wasn’t a whole lot else we could do but watch it unfold at this point. We knew they were up to something, and that was all.
“By the way,” Reese said and faced Lucian. “Guess who reapplied for a new membership.”
Lucian cursed. “Are you kidding?”
Reese shook his head again. “Afraid not. I forwarded it to Pen just in case.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Ella’s coming back?”
“Looks like it.” Reese shrugged. “I’m gonna stay out of it, but Pen knows where she has me.”
“I’ll call her when we get back on the ship,” Lucian said.
We waited and waited.
Colt and Kit joined Lucas under their own umbrella, food was served, drinks were handed out. Macklin, Tate, Archie, and Cam waited on everyone with smiles on their faces, and it was some feast. Grilled fish, grilled vegetables, delicious bread, and some sort of chutney was followed by a perfect dessert of beer and potato chips.
Something wasn’t adding up.
They were all so sweet. On the very occasion we suspected they were going to turn on us. I mean, they’d put so much effort into this outing. They’d clearly bought all the food in the little street market that was close to the port, but then the rest? Coolers and umbrellas?
The clock was ticking if they were going to do something, because we had to be back on the ship in roughly an hour, and it was a ten-minute walk.
After finishing a serving of potato chips, Noa fell back against me and puffed out his little tummy.
“I’m so fuuuuull!”
I brushed my fingers over his hair and kissed the top of his head. Then he grabbed my hand and ghosted a digit over my new ring.
“I admit, it’s hella hot,” he said. I smiled. “But a cock ring would’ve been funner.”
I chuckled and exchanged a sidelong glance with an equally amused Lucian.
“Time to pack up!” we heard Macklin announce.
What the fuck? Was this it?
Well…
We had a couple more days. The private island tomorrow. Possibly a session where Colt punished Macklin for the stunt he’d pulled at the Easter event, which…had sparked our suspicion in the first place.
I looked over to the Tenleys’ spot, and River was frowning to himself. So was Reese.
I sought out Colt next, then Greer. Both shrugged and were seemingly as confused as we were.
“No, wait!” Macklin said, and he instantly had my attention. Was this it? “Put down the bottle, my lovely Owner. You don’t lift a finger. We’ve got this.” He glanced around at the rest of us. “Same goes for all of you, Sirs. We have this covered. You can mosey on back to the ship and relax.”
Okay, what fresh hell was this, and how did I escape?
I frowned and turned to Lucian.
I couldn’t say anything. Noa was dozing off between my legs.
Something wasn’t right, though. Maybe a trap waited for us in our staterooms?
One more glance at Colt and Greer confirmed it for me. We were gonna get to the fucking bottom of this. We would not let the brats beat us.
“Daddy?” Noa yawned.
“Yeah?”
“Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to fart the alphabet?”
I blew out a breath and scratched my forehead.
Right.
KC, Noa, Lucian, and Cam will return as secondary characters throughout the series.