Monday: Boone
Tuesday: Kenny
Wednesday: Silas
Bedding Arrangements
Thursday: Kenny, Silas
Friday: Silas, Boone
Saturday: Boone, Kenny
Sunday: Kenny, Silas
Monday: Silas, Boone
Tuesday: Boone, Kenny
Wednesday: Kenny, Silas
Boone tipped back his tea glass, and she was already moving, slipping from her chair to refill it from the pitcher. The egg shifted inside her as she leaned, the plug a firm reminder with every step. She set the glass back in front of him, topped everyone else’s glass off, and took her seat again without being told.
“Good girl,” Kenny said, and continued. “Bedtime depends on the scene, aftercare, etc. You can probably count on being double-teamed in bed if you’re with two men who didn’t just play with you.”
“And maybe even if one of us just fucked you,” Boone said.
Kenny grinned at him and nodded. “Quite possible. Yes.”
“And if I’m anywhere in that quotient,” Silas said, “You won’t go to sleep unmarked that night.”
Her breath hitched at that, and Boone’s grin deepened.
“You understand all that, little hawk?” Kenny asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then finish eating. We have work to do upstairs.”
Chapter 9
The egg pulsed with every shift of her hips, the plug held her open, and the upstairs felt a lot closer than the second floor of a house ought to.
Conversation slowed as plates emptied, the scrape of forks giving way to the quieter clink of glasses. Willow topped off everyone’s tea without being told, aware of three sets of eyes tracking her movements.
They didn’t make a production out of cleanup. Boone carted dishes to the sink, Silas loaded them into the dishwasher, Kenny packaged leftovers and slid them into the fridge. Willow moved between them, wiping the table and other surfaces. In less than five minutes, the kitchen was spotless.
Kenny dried his hands on a dish towel, his gaze on her. “Upstairs, playtoy.”
Her heels thumped against the hardwood stairs, the three of them behind her. Ten steps from the top, she stopped at the low table set against the wall. Her fingers lingered on the fabric of her dress for a moment before she pulled it over her head, folded it, and set it neatly on the table.
They said nothing, only watched.
Bare now except for the heels, she walked the last few steps to the first door on the right, a prickle of awareness running up herspine under the weight of their gazes. Kenny opened it and said, “Permission to enter.”
She stepped in, and he issued the next rule without hesitation. “You will never enter without permission. You are never to touch the door handle, from the inside or outside. Acknowledge the rule.”
“I’m not allowed in the playroom until invited. I’m not to touch the door handle from either side, Sir.”
