Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Then he drew back and she sighed happily. “God, you’re beautiful. So fucking precious. I can’t believe you don’t think you’re special when I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
Wow.
These guys were spoiling her with all their lovely words and sexy touches.
Then his face grew stern. “But you are not to leave the bed again without permission.”
Oh heck no.
“Spencer Hensley, you are out of control. And that is not going to be a rule.”
“Oh yes, it is. Me, in charge.” Spencer pointed to himself then to her. “You, do as you’re told. Because you’re my world.”
Damn him.
If he kept saying stuff like that then she was going to give in and let him have his own way.
And she couldn’t do that.
She had to draw some lines in the sand with these guys, right? Or they would take her over.
They’d mean well, of course.
And she’d probably be more pampered and protected than ever.
Hmm . . . not necessarily a bad thing.
“I never realized you were so bossy and . . . Dominant,” she said to Spencer.
“You know I’m a pleasure Dom, right?”
“Yeah. And Slade is a Daddy Dom and Rock . . .”
“Rock is a Daddy Dom too,” Spencer told her. “But he’s never played with any of the Littles at the club. He’s very, very loyal to one Little. And don’t be fooled by the fact that I’m a pleasure Dom. That doesn’t mean I don’t like to be in full control. And that I won’t have rules or enforce them if needed. I like spending time in the Littles room, too. I’ve been doing a lot more monitoring in there. Well, I was until a few months ago.”
A few months ago?
Had that changed after they’d kicked her out of their lives?
“You shouldn’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do,” she told him.
“Oh, I’m not. I want to be everything you need and desire. Besides, I make a very good caregiver and isn’t that what a Daddy Dom does? Takes care of his Little?”
He was right.
A Daddy Dom was often a caretaker who enjoyed looking after their Little. Maybe dressing them, cooking for them, feeding them, putting them to bed.
All things he did for her.
They provided a safe space for their Little. Something she thought that all of them could be for her . . . eventually.
“You cook for the others,” she blurted out.
“Yeah, but he definitely doesn’t put us to bed or feed us,” Slade said. “Well, not unless he wants another black eye like he got from Rock.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “It was one little choo-choo train. It’s not my fault if that’s a threat to his masculinity.”
“Is not,” Rock growled at him.
Her lips twitched and then she noticed Slade watching her closely. He moved toward her.
Spencer carefully turned her so she had her back resting against his chest. Her legs were over his as he drew them apart so Slade could kneel between them.
What was happening right now?
It felt like her body was on overload. She was pressed between the two of them.
Not that they were leaning any weight on her. No, they were being very careful with her.
Slade placed his hands lightly on her thighs. She was only wearing a pair of thin pajamas.
They were Christmas pajamas with images Santa flying on his sleigh with his reindeer.
She loved them. She didn’t care that it wasn’t December yet. She’d wear Christmas pajamas all year round.
But they weren’t sexy at all.
However, these guys didn’t seem to care. In fact, Slade was now looking at her like she was lemon meringue pie.
“Do you think your Little would like to come out and play, Boo?” Slade asked. “Do you think you can trust us to take care of her?”
“I . . . I want to. But I . . . just don’t know what I’m doing.”
Be brave.
This is what you want and if you turn them away you’ll always wonder about what could have been.
That thought helped settle her nerves.
It had taken her a long time to work up the courage to leave Billy. Being brave could get her . . . it could get her everything.
“Rock and I have been working on a surprise for you,” Slade told her. “We’re not going to show you yet. It’s not quite ready. We weren’t expecting to have this conversation yet.”
She grew more heated as he moved his hands further up the inside of her legs. Then he cupped her mound. She moaned quietly, trying to thrust her hips forward.
Then she moaned for a completely different reason as her ribs protested.
“Shit!” Slade said.
“Careful,” Spencer added as Rock moved closer, hovering over her protectively.
And now she had three of them surrounding her.
Holy. Heck.
How was this her life?
“Shit, I’m sorry, Boo. Are you all right?” Slade asked worriedly.
“It’s all right. I’m used to the pain now.”