She winced. “Yeah. I don’t think it would be all the time or anything.”
Brooks smiled. “I never said it was a bad thing, baby. But there do need to be some rules for it.”
Trinity’s shoulders relaxed and her face cleared. Those little things shouldn’t have been enough to make me hard, but they were. Because the way our Omega settled when she found out there would be rules was fuckingbeautiful.
“Like what?”
“Pranks and funny things are fine. I love them, the others might, and you’ll most likely end up with a punishment, or afunishment. Sassing is fine. But nothing that would actually cause harm. No messing with food or medication. No unplugging electronics while someone is using them or while something important is charging. No doing something that would affect someone’s job.”
“Nothing that would hurt anyone or that would cause permanent damage,” she said with a sneaky smile. “Got it.”
“We’re in so much trouble,” Theo muttered.
All Trinity did was smile wider. “Do we need like… a contract or something?”
“If that would make you more comfortable, we can do that,” Logan said. “It’s not super common because of the way dynamics evolve.”
“I don’t need one, but I wanted to ask.”
The doorbell rang with the food delivery, and Brooks stood. “Ask all the questions, baby. We want you to ask all the questions.”
She chewed on her lip and looked at Logan. “What do we tell them?” Her father and Logan’s mother.
“I think we give this some time to figure it out for ourselves before we tell them anything.”
“Yeah, probably a good idea.”
Brooks carried in the bags of food. Rin’s grilled cheese looked to die for, and I wish I wasn’t on my fight diet right now. I’d simply have to supplement withherfor dessert instead.
Theo looked at my chicken and rice and smiled over his pasta dish. “Jealous?”
I flipped him off.
“One day you’ll be retired and you can eat whatever you want, too.”
Trinity frowned. “Wait, what do you do?” She swore under her breath. “Other than Logan, I have no idea what any of you do.”
“Bastian is a fighter, and I’m his trainer,” Brooks said. “The real kind of fighting, not performance fighting like wrestling. Theo used to swim competitively. Now I don’t know what the fuck he does.”
“Asshole.” Theo laughed and kicked Brooks. “I haven’t figured out what I want to do full-time. I only stopped swimming a couple of years ago. For now, I manage investments that I’ve made. And that you benefit from,” he said, looking pointedly at my brother.
“So you’re all sports and kink,” Trinity said. “Guess that makes sense.” The moan she made when she bit into her sandwich made what little remained of my blood flow south. “Holy fuck, this is good.”
“The only thing on your yes list that we’ll say no to is choking,” Logan said.
Trinity tilted her head. Not upset, just curious. “Why?”
Brooks held up a finger so he could finish his bite of food. “Because the truth is that there’s no safe way to do it. There are ways that aresafer, but there are a lot of risks and possible side effects, and we’re not willing to take those risks.” Then he smirked. “But don’t worry. We can still make breath play happen when there’s a cock down your throat.”
Trinity turned as red as her soup and went back to eating.
We fell into the kind of silence that only happened when good food was in front of you. The comfortable, companionable kind. Because there was nothing more to say until we told her the truth, and none of us wanted to do that while eating.
Brooks and I cleared the trash, and I grabbed a water bottle for Rin before settling back in the living room. This time it was my turn to benervous. There was no proof of our claim, only hope, but we had to take the risk.
Looking around at each of us, Logan silently checked if we were ready.
As much as I ever would be.
