Silas poured her coffee, added the exact right amount of sugar, and handed the mug to her. “Wouldn’t mind seeing how you move when you’re in a scene that’s about control, not endurance.”
Her stomach fluttered. It was like the dream gotbetter. “I could—”
She didn’t get to finish. The low rumble of heavy engines rolled up from the mountain. They all walked to the front wall and looked down. The highway far below was full of equipment being driven off trailers.
“Faster than I expected them to get to it,” Boone noted.
“We can eat on my front balcony and watch them,” Willow said.
The four fixed their plates, their drinks, and were on the way up when they saw two men walking up Willow’s driveway.
“Ya’ll go on up,” Boone said. “I’ll talk to them.”
“He’s right,” Kenny said. “He knows about moving earth. Knows the questions to ask.”
They all trooped up the steps and onto the front deck off her bedroom, and watched the heavy equipment get busy removing trees and debris from the road below.
When Boone made it to them, he told them, “They have one crew to stabilize the slide area, another to get the road below passable, and a third to put in another driveway off to the side, switchbacks, which is what should’ve been done to start with. They plan to have it graveled by Tuesday. We can drive down once they get the gravel packed to specs.”
While they talked logistics, another man came up, the owner of the cabin, and he sat with them an hour, watching progress, apologizing for them having to survive without electricity.
When he was gone, the sheriff came to check on them.
When he’d left thirty minutes later, Silas said, “Nothing at all like the morning we had in mind.”
Kenny shook his head and met Willow’s gaze. “Whether we get enough privacy for another scene here or not, I think I’d like to talk about inviting you to the pack lands. The way my house is laid out, the upstairs is mine. Pack members stop by all the time, but they come in the back door and never past the kitchen. We’d have privacy upstairs.”
Willow blinked. Pack lands. Kenny’s house. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but she had questions.
“Just you, or all three of you?”
He shook his head. “All three of us, and I have no idea how it might look…”
He looked to Silas, who said, “Yesterday was special. I’m not going to try to define it beyond that, but the three of us are in agreement we’d like to see where things go, if you’re amenable to seeing us more once we’re all back home.”
Her throat went tight with emotion. She hadn’t imagined those looks. This might not be just a one-off. She nodded. “I’d like to talk about how that might look. Yes.”
Kenny leaned forward. “House rules. Rituals. Consequences. If I had my way, I’d move you in upstairs next week, if I’m being honest. Logistically, I’d need a week or two to retrofit your ensuite bathroom, alter the plumbing so I can turn the hot water off in your bathroom when you haven’t earned the right to a hot shower, put in a fully stocked playroom.”
Her breath caught — part panic, part want, part disbelief. A fully stocked playroom. Control of her hot water. A structured, rule-driven life like the one she’d only ever fantasized about. And he was talking like it was real. Like she could have it. Making plans to redo the plumbing.
Silas put his hand on Kenny’s knee and met her gaze. “Were you living with your ex? Do you have a place?”
“I have an apartment, but I haven’t been in it much for the past…” She blew out a breath. “Year and a half. Most of my clothes are at his place. No idea if he’s burned them or if I’ll be able to go get them.”
She looked back to Kenny. “Silas is trying to keep you from freaking me out, but keep going, please.”
She wasn’t sure if her voice sounded strong or desperate. Both felt true. She wasn’t ready to promise anything, but she absolutely wanted to hear what he had to say.
“A set schedule when you aren’t working. Service all three of us every morning, one at a time. I wake first, and I prefer to fuck a throat first thing in the morning. The other two will use you however they want, as they awake.” He sat back, easy and calm, like he hadn’t just offered her a fantasy so intense it made her thighs press together.
“What do you see as the ideal way to fill your days when you aren’t working?”
It wasn’t hard to answer since it’s what she’d done for James, but without the kink. “Fix breakfast, see you off to work, work out, maybe have lunch with you if it fits into your schedule, do the grocery shopping, handle my continuing education bullshit as it comes up, cook dinner, and then just generally be of use in the evenings.” Her voice stayed even, but her nipples tightened and her thighs squeezed together. “What kinds of rituals would you put into that?”
“No clothing upstairs, loose dresses without underwear downstairs.” He lifted a brow. “And if you’re ours, you’ll learn orgasm control, and you’ll be punished if you have one without permission once you’ve been properly trained.”
Andfuck, her body didn’t just betray her — it prostrated itself. Her clit throbbed so hard it felt like it had its own heart pumping away inside of it.
