Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

“Keep talking, Noa,” I said, a little amused, a little turned on. “Perhaps what you really want is for your Daddy to let this old man take advantage of his little boy.”

He quirked a smile and widened his arms. “Fuck around and find out, Franklin.”

I just might. “Hopefully I won’t miss out on the next orgy.”

He snorted a laugh and started walking backward to the edge of the patio. “Master Kingsley didn’t tell you…? Last night was a ruse. There was no orgy.” Oh, those wretched Sadists! “That’s what you gotta learn about our Tops. They’ll stick their fingers in your brain and say whatever they want to see what makes you tick.” He tapped his temple, then hopped off the deck and sent me a two-finger wave before he turned around. The row of cabins—the Founders’ cabins Tate had told me about—were lined up along the trees that framed the property. “See ya ’round, Grandpa!”

I shook my head in amusement. “Have a good day, kiddo.”

It was nearly five when I returned to the room upstairs.

I arrived just in time to hear Kingsley’s and Tate’s phones go off.

It made me pause in the doorway.

“Fuck,” Kingsley muttered.

“Oh my God,” Tate groaned sleepily. “You realize if we’d slept at home, we’d get another hour?”

Kingsley grunted and disentangled himself from Tate, then rolled over to shut off his phone. The movement put me in his line of sight, and he squinted at me.

He was so unbelievably beautiful in the dim light from the lamp on the nightstand.

“You’re dressed and ready to go already?”

I shook my head and closed the door. “I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been up an hour.”

He pushed himself up on his elbow and patted the mattress. “Come. Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Well, I…” I trailed off right there, because Tate got out of bed, stark naked, and his ass had to be one of the hottest, most perfect male bottoms out there. Jesus Christ, I instantly wanted to bite it. And lick it.

Kingsley snapped his fingers, and I glanced at him quickly.

He smirked.

Caught again.

Hell. I cleared my throat and sat down on the edge of the bed. “My mind has been spinning, that’s all.”

“I’ll go make you some coffee for the road, Master.” Tate buttoned his jeans on his way out, and he only spared me a brief look. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” I answered. We had to talk, preferably yesterday. I loathed this distance between us.

“Thank you, baby,” Kingsley murmured. Once he and I were alone, he faced me again. “Understandable. You have a lot going on. But everything’s okay from last night?”

I smiled and squeezed his hand. His concern and urge to check in on me were heartwarming. “More than. What about you and Tate?”

He grinned faintly and sat up, and he told me to grab his clothes.

“We’re great. After last night, he’s gonna be perfectly clingy and possessive for a while.”

I handed him his jeans and a black tee. “So you really are exploring cuckolding?”

He inclined his head and got out of bed. “That’s right.”

Tate’s ass and Kingsley’s cock—they were going to fuel my fantasies tonight. My goodness. Oh, I didn’t want to part ways without knowing I might get the chance to suck him off again.

“May I service you, Handler?” I asked.

He smiled a little and touched my cheek, but then he buttoned up his jeans, so I supposed I had my answer. “Another time,” he replied. “Before we go, I wanna know what it is you’re looking for at the moment. I’m assuming you wanna be my whore again.”

“Any day of the week,” I was quick to say. I could not stress that enough. “It’s been brought to my attention that I can be part of a dynamic without it automatically entailing monogamy or…well, restrictions.”

Kingsley chuckled and grabbed a hoodie from the floor. “An arrangement with playtime, in other words. That’s what you’re interested in?”

“With you and Tate, yes.” I nodded. “I understand you two are a package deal.”

He snorted under his breath. “Once you settle things with Tate, I have a feeling you’ll want his package too.”

Maybe? I was certainly attracted to the side of him he’d put on display yesterday. “Switches are confusing, Sir,” I admitted.

That made him laugh. “Don’t I fuckin’ know it.” The amusement in his eyes made me believe there was an inside joke I wasn’t privy to. “Are you free for lunch today?”

I nodded right away. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. It’ll be just you and me. I wanna discuss last night—pick your brain a bit more.” He sat down next to me and gave my leg a squeeze. “We have no intention of restricting you, Franklin. You just got out of a marriage and have a whole new world to explore.” He understood me; it was such a relief to hear him say that. “To be blunt, Tate and I aren’t interested in turning our relationship into a triad either. But that doesn’t mean we’re not genuinely drawn to you. If we enter a kink dynamic together, the three of us, I still want a solid connection. Friendship, honesty—security within the arrangement.”