Cam would find someone eventually.
“What’re you studying, by the way?” I nodded at his textbook.
He held it open so I could read the title, and that alone almost put me to sleep.Applying generalized models in data analysis and…I stopped reading. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Are you some kind of genius?” I asked.
He laughed and shook his head. “No, Sir. I’m just dumb enough to wanna study data.”
“Hrrm.” I made a sound of disapproval. “Don’t call yourself dumb, pet. That’s incredible. You should be proud of yourself.”
Sheepishness bled across his cheeks, and he smiled a little. “I am kind of advanced, I guess.”
“Yeah, I fucking bet—with a title like that,” I replied. “A bit of a spoiler too, innit? The title gives the whole book away. Now I know what it’s about.”
He cracked up. “You’re funny, Sir.”
I smiled.
The doors to the main house opened behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder and saw Nathan poking his head out.
“Hi, Sir,” Cam said.
“Hello, Cameron.” Nate smiled at him before refocusing on me. “I thought I’d order our food now. I’ll be knee-deep in rope soon, and I don’t think jute and pizza grease go together.”
“Good call,” I chuckled. “You know what I like.” I turned back to Cam. “Have you eaten, kiddo?”
He nodded. “I’ve had breakfast and a vending machine snack.”
I furrowed my brow and returned my gaze to Nathan. “Grab an extra pie for brats who don’t take care of themselves properly.”
“I’ll find something.” Nate closed the doors again.
At the same time, I heard signs of life down the lawn, so I looked past the pool and spotted Greer coming out of his cabin with another guy.
“I’m not a brat, Sir,” Cam reminded me.
“So you keep saying,” I answered distractedly. Had I met that guy before? I didn’t think so. He must be new. We’d had an influx of new members lately, and we kinda needed it. We were running low on brats and primal prey. Timothy had lasted less than a year, Emilio had hightailed it after the Tenleys had ended their dynamic with him, and Caleb had moved to LA. “Who’s that?”
Cam followed my gaze. “His name is Eric. Eric with a ‘k,’ he introduced himself as. He’s the boyfriend of one of Greer’s friends in New York or something. I got a little lost in the intro earlier.”
Well, fingers crossed he stuck around for a while. We needed willing targets to chase down around here.
“I’m gonna go see if Macklin is here yet.” Cam grabbed his stuff. “I’ll come running when I smell cheese. Can I get you something to drink in the meantime?”
“Nah, I’m good—but thanks.”
He headed inside while Greer and Erik walked past the pool. Cute-as-fuck guy, there was no denying that. He was on the short side but looked like he had plenty of attitude. And a charming grin.
“Are you keeping brats hidden in your cabin, Greer?” I called.
He let out a laugh and draped an arm around the guy’s shoulders. “Funny you should ask.” They picked up the pace, and he spoke again when they were ten feet away. “I want you to meet Erik.”
“Spelled with a ‘K,’” Erik interjected quickly. “That’s important.”
“I’ll respect that better than a Starbucks barista,” I replied, extending a hand as they reached me. “Good to meet you, kid. I’m Ash.”
He shook my hand with a big smile on his face. “Master Greer has told me about you, Sir. You’re one of the four Daddy Doms out here I have a big crush on.”
