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)
Yeah, coming here was good for him. I combed my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek, almost missing when Kit asked the question they had.
“…when kilt season begins?”
I eyed Greer’s jeans. It shouldn’t be too long now, should it? When spring arrived, so did the Finlay brothers’ utility kilts at work. And whenever Greer came out here right after a shift, he usually didn’t bother changing. So he understandably had a fan base.
Greer narrowed his eyes at the boys. “That’s your question? You sneak around and avoid the backyard, you stir some shit, you’re up to no good, and then you wanna know when I don my fuckin’ kilt?”
Interesting. The boys didn’t grin and nod; they became confused. Noa wrinkled his nose and went, “Stir some shit?”
Confusion didn’t necessarily mean anything, though. Noa was an excellent liar if he really put his mind to it. Really, really put his mind to it. Otherwise, for the most part, horrible liar.
Corey wore a similar expression. “Why wouldn’t we avoid the backyard, Papa Bear? You’re freaking napping back there. Boring alert!”
“Yeah,” Kit huffed. “Daddy and Daddy have dozed on and off in the backyard at home all flippin’ morning, and now they’re doing it here too!”
“Like Daddy and Uncle Lucian yesterday,” Noa went on, nodding. “After Daddy’s workout, they were like, ohhh, it’s so nice out, let’s have our coffee on the terrace.”
I did not sound like that.
Fucking brat.
But whatever. Greer and I clearly had more detective work to do, because we’d reached a dead end here.
As more people arrived for the event, we put our investigation on hold to spend time with our significant others. Lucian and Cam must’ve had a talk in our cabin because they seemed very happy. Cam was kneeling on a pillow next to where Lucian and I were chatting to Tate, and Lucian’s attention remained partly on Cam, with his fingers in the boy’s hair, Cam resting his face against Lucian’s leg. It was precious. They needed to find their way back to their TPE routines.
And Noa… I chuckled and finished the last of my coffee.
It felt damn good to see him so energetic again.
All Easter subbies had been told not to move farther south than the pool, so of course that was where all the brats were currently trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the woods down at the bottom of the hill. Reese, Lucas, Kingsley, and Nathan were hiding the eggs there.
Noa, Corey, and Kit gestured and pointed and stood on their toes and craned their necks—to no avail. Kit was the tallest of them, and he was what, five-six? Five-seven?
Noa stood proud and tall at five-two.
My little freckles.
I gave the deck a brief glance, estimating some fifty people had shown up by now, and everyone was in a great mood. Someone put on music just then too, adding to the spring atmosphere. The sound of Macklin laughing made me seek him out in the crowd, and I spotted him with Lane and Shay, close to the first founder’s cabin.
What were they up to? I didn’t know if Lane and Shay were involved, but surely Macklin wasn’t acting alone.
Walker had given Colt permission to punish Macklin, and there’d been a date set.
During the cruise.
“We can always use extra entertainment,” Colt had drawled.
Macklin wasn’t sufficiently nervous about it, in my opinion.
“Earth to KC!” Tate waved his hand in my face, and I shook my head quickly. Hell. Talk about zoning out. “You okay, Sir?”
“Yeah, definitely.” I cleared my throat and cast a quick look at River on the lawn. He and Colt were speaking quietly to each other, and Greer was on his way over there.
Hopefully, something on our end was in motion. If not, I had a couple ideas.
“Sweetheart, Tate asked if you’re looking forward to the cruise,” Lucian told me, amused.
Oh.
I cracked a smirk and ran a hand through my hair. “Maybe I’m a little distracted. But yeah, definitely excited about a vacation. You and Kingsley are coming too, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I can’t freaking wait.” He smiled and sat a little straighter. “Speaking of, I will be hosting a body worship demo with a sensual massage on the trip, so let me know if any of your boys would like to attend.”
Cam could not look up faster, and he tapped Lucian’s knee.
Lucian smiled knowingly. “You may speak, pet.”
“I would love to attend, Owner.” He peered over at Tate. “Are you bringing those candles you made a post about online?”
Tate lit up a little. “Yeah. The massage candles. They’re amazing. Master is hooked.”
What the fuck was a massage candle?
“Color me intrigued,” Lucian said. “I’m assuming there’s a fee?”
Tate hesitated. “I’m kinda torn. Part of me wants everyone to leave with a candle, but I don’t know how many are interested yet. It’s highly possible I’ll be stuck there with twenty candles and no participants because they’d rather go to the pool.”