I missed hugs. I missed the times when Nate and I held each other so tightly that every crack felt mended.
“How is your dad?” Jordan asked next.
“He’s improving, thankfully.” I bobbed my head. “Domino’s is still open, right?”
“Yes,” Jordan replied right away. “We made peri-peri chicken with potato skins if you’re hungry.”
That did sound good, but I had a plan. “I appreciate it, but I think I’ll order a pizza. I’d rather ground Dylan’s ass over a friendly slice than in the middle of a fight. I wanna hear him out before I lay into him.”
Jordan let out a whistle. “Man, if my parents were like you, I wouldn’t have daddy issues.”
I winced and chuckled at the same time. “I hope that’s a joke.”
He shrugged and leaned against James. “It’s fine. They’re not really issues if you get off on them.”
Uh.
I lifted my brows.
James smirked and looked away.
Was that…? I mean, I had my suspicions about those two. I couldn’t quite place James yet, but Jordan struck me as a bratty Little. He might also have some switch tendencies, because he could be plenty bossy around James. I could sense some kind of power dynamic between them.
Actually, now I kinda wanted to know—and we were close enough that I could ask. They brought dinner over to my place about once a week, and they were caring as hell. They always asked how things were with the kids and whatnot.
“Are you two kinky?” I asked bluntly.
Jordan turned sly. “Maybe. And maybe we know you are too.”
What the— “How?”
“James saw you liked a post on Mclean House’s Facebook page last year,” he answered.
Oh, for chrissakes. So now I was being punished for not being on the Mclean app. Excuse me for liking a single update about a munch on Facebook.
They had to know about Mclean House in that case. Because the only updates Mclean ever shared on social media were about a monthly “meetup.” Nothing kink-related whatsoever was mentioned there. Which wouldn’t have been an issue, regardless; it wasn’t as if Dylan and Hallie wanted to be friends with their dads on Facebook. Talk about embarrassing!
“Are you members?” I asked.
James put his arm around Jordan. “He is, though only online.”
“Being part of a big community isn’t really our thing,” Jordan added. “But it’s fun to talk kink and make online friends.”
Huh. I would’ve thought Jordan, especially, would like to actually visit the house and see those friends in person.
“I guess it’s kinda private to us,” James finished.
Fair enough. I wasn’t going to push for more information either way. I missed kink enough as it was, and now to have it confirmed that my two new friends—who I really enjoyed hanging out with—were part of the lifestyle…? Like I needed more temptation.
“Dad?”
I turned toward my house and saw Dylan on the porch. “Be there in a sec, buddy.” I faced James and Jordan again and sighed. “Time to inspect the damage. Thanks for reaching out to me tonight.”
“Of course, anytime,” James replied.
I headed back to my own place and picked up the Solo cups on the porch before I went inside.
Dylan was busy throwing shit into a trash bag, and he wouldn’t make eye contact. “Before you ask, I locked the door to your bedroom and stashed the food from the fridge out on the patio.”
