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)
I huffed. “You’re still more of a fighter than I am. You heard what Reese and Colt said about these events. They’re wild.”
And Colt had been up front with me. He wanted me to give him my all. When I went down, it would be because I had nothing left to give. He’d given me permission to kick, bite, grab, punch—all of it. He’d also, thankfully, said he wouldn’t go that far with me. He’d undoubtedly seen the horror in my eyes and reassured me, while laughing like the Sadist he was, that he’d never kick me or use his teeth or punch. He was very confident that he wouldn’t need to “resort to that cheap kind of fightin’” to bring me down.
I was going for cheap, I guess!
“Kit?” I heard Lucas call. “Baby, where are you?”
“He sounds so worried.” Abel pouted.
“We’re back here, Daddy!” I called back. “We’ll be there soon! We’re just talking about world domination!”
Lucas laughed fondly, hopefully put at ease, and I heard chuckles from the others too.
“Okay, fine. I’ll teach you some tricks,” Abel told me. “But we gotta hurry.”
* * *
“Is my tongue blue yet?” Abel stuck his out, and I giggled madly.
It was totally blue!
“Is mine red? Oh—wait…” I scowled. My tongue was always red. Red drinks weren’t going to change that. Ignoring how the Doms laughed at me, I turned to Colt and gave him my best smile. “Daddy, can I please have a blue drink?”
“Sure,” he chuckled. He leaned forward and grabbed one of the little glasses, then reached for the mixers and stuff. They weren’t shot glasses; these were bigger, though not by much. Reese had brought them out earlier from what they called the Little Bar. I was going to have to check it out tomorrow, that was for sure. Small glasses, short straws, fun decorations, and brightly colored syrups.
The more time I spent around River and Reese, the clearer it became that they did have some differences after all. Reese was a Daddy Dom too. River wasn’t. Both were Sadists and very blunt and unashamed. River was on the quieter side, and he seemed to speak through touch with his brother. They sat next to each other, and he often conveyed his thoughts with a nudge, a tap, or a squeeze. Like when Reese shared a mildly terrifying memory of a masochist they’d played with, and River had just scratched his fingers lightly atop Reese’s hand. They’d looked each other, and then Reese had chuckled and added to the story. As if River had reminded his brother of something.
I supposed I would always be a people watcher, even when I was no longer lonely and using people watching to pretend I was part of something. Humans were fascinating, and I had the best view from here. Colt, Lucas, and I occupied the one and only couch around our table, and the other four were across from us. I’d also noticed that Madigan had stopped drinking when Abel started, and his gaze was on his boy most of the time. Always making sure Abel was okay.
“All right, try not to spill this one, baby.” Colt slid the drink my way, and my eyes widened with excitement. He’d done the layered thing again! At the bottom of the drink was a layer of dark blue, and it went lighter and lighter closer to the surface.
“Thank you! I only spilled one, though.” It was why my T-shirt hung over Lucas’s armrest. But it was okay. It wasn’t cold out at all, and I liked sitting in just my undies.
I took a sip, and the yummy flavors exploded on my tongue. Sprite, the sweet syrup, lemon, and a little bit of vodka. That was the grown-up part of the drink, and it made everything funny.
“There’s more sugar than booze in that thing,” Reese said, amused.
“We don’t need him hungover tomorrow,” Colt chuckled.
“It’s delicious.” I licked my lips and turned to Lucas. “Wanna try some? It’s not gross like your whiskey.”
“Blasphemy, dear.” He smirked and took a slow sip of his drink. “I think I’ll stick to my drink, but thank you.”
I scrunched my nose. “Yuck. I like whiskey kisses but hate whiskey. Funny, right?”
“Same he-ere,” Abel hiccupped. Then he grinned goofily, and I laughed.
“Okaaay.” Madigan raised his brows and let out a little laugh. “I think I’m cutting you off, baby boy.”
“I disagree,” Abel told him.
I set down my glass and kept my laughter to myself as I snuggled into Lucas’s arms.
Colt gathered my legs in his lap, and I smiled at him and blew a kiss.
He winked.
For a while, we had a pleasant time listening to Abel getting bratty with Madigan, whose patience wouldn’t last forever. And River…he had an interesting approach. Rather than cautioning Abel and showing he was on Madigan’s side, he casually said one might argue that vacations were the best places to let go of some rules and have an extra drink.