Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Kit Damien. Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand. Lucas was as attractive as his husband, but in a different way. Lucas was clean-shaven, sleek, and appeared to work in a very nice office. His hand—Christ. Piano fingers that were well taken care of. He definitely didn’t bite at his cuticles like I did.
“You too, Kit.” Lucas offered an eye-catching smile.
I wished I could see his eyes. I’d only seen them from afar before.
“Anyway,” Cameron said. “Sorry to drag you over here, Sir. I thought—never mind. I made a mistake.”
“No problem, dear, but I do believe I came over to say hi without any dragging involved.” Lucas gave Cameron’s neck a quick squeeze. “We don’t mind staying at a hotel for a while. It’s only another couple of months.”
Was there something between them? Given that both Lucas and Colt were Daddy Doms, it was likely that they invited submissives to play with them. A spark of envy flared at the thought of Cameron getting to experience that with them. He was gutsy. I’d lost my balls somewhere approximately three years ago.
“I can ask around,” I blurted out. Holy crap, what was wrong with me? I suddenly had all eyes on me, and I almost squeaked. Almost. But to hell with it, right? Even though my dad wasn’t around, his company was. And I did love helping others. It was selfish of me; helping out tended to provide me more interactions with people. “I can ask Richard—he ran the company with my father. I’ll ask him. He might know someone.”
Something softened around the corners of Lucas’s mouth. “You don’t have to do that, Kit. We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we planned the renovations so late.”
Right, but if I were able to help out, maybe a certain fighter pilot wouldn’t think I was an idiot any longer.
I was going to help. I insisted.
* * *
“So they gotta be super hot, yeah?”
I shot Abel a look in the webcam, at which he laughed.
“Oh, come on, Kit! You’ve talked about them nonstop for twenty minutes.” He was way too amused. “If you haven’t had their dicks in your mouth by the time I visit, I’ll be disappointed.”
I shook my head and carefully attached the sidewinders to the plane I was working on. “Prepare yourself to be disappointed, then,” I said with a sniff. “Fuck.” I got glue on my fingers.
FaceTiming with Abel through my computer was always fun, but when was I going to learn that I shouldn’t work on my model crafts at the same time? Last time we talked, I’d completely destroyed the blades on a Blackhawk because Abel distracted me.
Then again, it was either this or spending the next hour fidgeting and scratching.
Lucas was coming over then because Richard was a godsend. It’d taken him less than an hour to email me a listing of short-term leasing options.
If I’d interpreted Lucas correctly on the phone, he was stopping by alone after work, meaning it would be the second time I successfully dodged his man. It’d been a miracle that Lucas had returned to his table at the munch before Colt had come back.
“You can’t tell me you don’t wanna play with them,” Abel stated. I glanced up at the screen to see him leaning back in his desk chair and twisting his cap backward. “It’s been forever since you got any action, and it’s not the first time you’ve mentioned these two.”
Of course it’d been forever. In fact, my entire life in BDSM had been plagued by breaks and disasters. The fantasies had been with me for as long as I could remember, and I’d attended my first munch—with Abel—a couple days after I turned eighteen. Months later, I lost Mom and Dad, and I’d spent enough time in the hospital to call it my second home.
My comebacks into the kink world after that had been brief and fraught with anxiety. Kirk had given me some confidence since then, though. I did love my ink. It felt like an armor.
I was ready for more. I longed for it, but that didn’t mean I had the guts to approach not only one but two Doms. Jeesh. Besides, they were way out of my league. Cameron had told me some things as we’d left the munch. First of all, he’d found it hysterical that I’d managed to miss out on the tidbit about Colt being in the Air Force, because apparently “everyone” knew that.
Everyone also knew he was a Sadist.
They had a line of subs wanting to be with them, and Lucas and Colt did play with quite a few at events, though it was rarely sexual. I’d asked if Cameron was in that line, to which he’d said, “Been there, done that.” He’d received a couple beatings from Colt, and Lucas had tied him up a few times. From the sound of things, it’d been nonsexual.