She turns to me with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, I am. It’s just... surreal. Twenty-three years of living under his control, and now he’s the one locked up.”
I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I know.” She shifts to face me, her expression brightening slightly. “I was thinking we should celebrate. Do something special.”
“Whatever you want,” I tell her. “Dom mentioned that new restaurant on the waterfront, or we could?—”
“Actually,” she interrupts, her fingers trailing up my arm, “I was thinking about something else. Something we haven’t done yet.”
My brows furrow in confusion.
“We haven’t given you your fantasy yet,” she says softly. “The one in the woods.”
My body tenses immediately. Fuck. I remember the night I’d told them—drunk on post-sex endorphins—about wanting to be hunted through the forest by the three of them. How I’d described them tracking me down, capturing me, and taking their time dominating me completely.
I swallow hard, caught between embarrassment and arousal at the memory.
“Is that something you’re still up for?” Cora asks.
My pulse quickens. I hadn’t expected any of them to bring it up again, let alone suggest actually doing it. But fuck, the thought of them hunting me through the woods, the three people I love tracking me down like prey...
“Yeah,” I admit, my voice rougher than I intended. “I still want that.”
Cora’s lips curve into a smile that’s equal parts sweet and wicked. “Then it’s settled.”
Dom and Liam walk in just as she says that, both still in their suits, Dom loosening his tie while Liam sets his briefcase on the counter.
“What’s settled?” Dom asks, eyeing us with curiosity as he makes his way to the kitchen.
Cora turns, still holding my hand. “Ryder’s fantasy. The one about us hunting him in the woods. I think we should do it this weekend. We all need a break after everything with my father.”
Liam raises an eyebrow, and Christ, the look he gives me makes my stomach flip. “Is that right?” he says, moving closer. “Our boy wants to be chased down and caught?”
Dom’s expression shifts from neutral to intensely interested. “My cabin upstate would be perfect. No neighbors for miles.”
“Would you want us to wear masks?” Liam asks, his fingers brushing along my jaw. “Like in the Hunt?”
I nod, throat suddenly dry. “Yeah. Masks. Cora, too.” I look at her, something possessive flaring through me despite my submissive fantasy. “You can wear mine.”
“Safe word?” Cora asks.
I bite my lip. “Same as yours, makes it easy. Midnight.”
“Let’s head there now,” Dom says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my skin tingle. “It’s Friday afternoon. We can beat traffic if we leave within the hour.”
“Now?” My heart rate kicks up a notch. “Like, right now?”
Liam’s grin is wolfish as he loosens his tie completely. “What’s wrong, Ryder? Getting cold feet?”
“Fuck no,” I say, standing up from the couch. “Just didn’t expect it to happen so fast.”
“Why wait?” Cora slides her hand into mine. “We’ve earned this after everything with my father. And frankly, watching you squirm with anticipation is delicious.”
I’m already hard thinking about it—being hunted through the woods by them, captured, dominated. My mouth goes dry as Dom steps closer, his hand gripping the back of my neck.
“Pack light,” he instructs, his thumb pressing against my pulse point. “I doubt any of us will need much clothing this weekend.”
We scatter to our respective rooms, and I throw essentials into my duffel bag with trembling hands. Toothbrush, two changes of clothes, running shoes I can move fast in. I hesitate before adding lube—will they want me to bring supplies, or is that part of their planning?
