Their Boy (The Game 2)

“Are you sending it to Colt?” I guessed.

“Oh. No. I’m uploading it to Insta,” he chuckled. “Our friends in the community will get a laugh thinking your ice cream is Colt’s.” He showed me the screen, where I read the caption to the photo. Hot date. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I struggled to contain my grin. I was the hot date! “You mentioned it’s been hard finding friends at the munches, and I hope you won’t get overwhelmed when everyone descends. Being as involved as Colt and I are, we don’t have many vanilla friends left because of the time we spend with kinksters. And they know very well that we’ve never dated others like this. Not in a vanilla setting.”

Nervous butterflies started flying in my stomach. It wasn’t a bad thing, though.

“I haven’t made enough of an effort,” I replied. “I’ve been too shy. I mean, I’ve asked some people if they wanna do something sometime, but I haven’t been bold enough with specifics.”

“I understand.” He nodded and pocketed his phone again, then sat back and folded one leg over the other. He was so fucking handsome, it almost hurt to look at him. With the suit and the sleekness and the Ray-Bans. “Either way, we’re both excited to show off our boy.” I caught the wink behind his shades. “You have the cutest blush.”

I shook my head and pressed my cheek to my shoulder, as if that would rub the blush off and onto my shirt. “I’m so thrilled that you want to point that out all the time.”

He laughed and slipped the small spoon with gelato into his mouth.

I followed suit and shoveled a bigger spoonful into my mouth, chewing on the gummy bears and the granola soaked in frozen yogurt and strawberry. It was delicious.

“Speaking of,” he said, “there’s an event at the house in Mclean in a few weeks. Have you been there yet?”

I shook my head. “No, only to a few events here in the city.” I’d been way too anxious to visit their kink haven. I’d seen the big, black-painted Victorian house in pictures online, but…it was half an hour outside of DC, and it’d just been too much. Especially if showing up alone. Too intimidating. “I noticed you guys don’t host many parties here anymore.”

“True. We can go all out at the house in a way we can’t at a club,” he said. “It was the reason River and Reese bought the property in the first place. We wanted to get away from the city.”

I nodded in understanding and ate more froyo. “What’s the theme for the next event?” I’d seen the community’s schedule online, and there was always a theme.

“I’m glad you asked.” Lucas’s expression was almost…Colt-like. There was mirth and a threat; there was sadism. Fuck. “The Games are starting. It’s…a new project. It’ll be great fun.”

“Fun for who?” I blurted out.

He found that funny. “Colt helped plan it, so take a guess.”

I squeaked.

There was no end to his creativity, and I didn’t have to know him well to know that. I’d read the stories online from other members. River and Reese were even worse.

“Ivy posted something once,” I said. “She took so much pain from Colt and River.” I shuddered. “Seriously, they’d caned her fingers. And! And…they had a giant beetle crawl over her while someone fucked her with a dildo.”

Lucas grinned and nodded. “Clark—a play partner of hers. Yes, they can get quite rough.”

Quite.

“Well, let me tell you, Daddy,” I huffed, “I never want a bug on my body.”

Lucas merely smiled at me, a soft smile, and he leaned over to kiss me. “It will never get old to hear you call me that.”

Oh. Oh hell. I quickly glanced around us to make sure no one had heard me. Discretion in public was still a thing. Yesterday, after we’d established a tentative Daddy/Little relationship, it’d felt wonderful and freeing and so hot to call Colt and Lucas Daddy, but it’d been a conscious choice. This time was an accident. I hadn’t thought about it.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He probably knew where my mind was at. “And I solemnly swear to protect you from bugs.” He cupped the back of my neck, his hand cold from holding his ice cream, and rested our foreheads together. I exhaled in relief and relaxed. “I hope you’ll attend with us, though…?”

“Of course. I want to be where you are.”

“Me too.” He kissed me again, and I tasted chocolate on the tip of his tongue. “I want everyone to know you belong to us.”

I shivered. “Yes, please,” I whispered. I wanted nothing more than that too.* * *I signed up for an Instagram account the following day.

Sending texts to Abel, Lucas, and Colt quickly gave me three followers.

Then I sat there at my desk and stared at my blank profile in my phone. Glancing up at my computer, I saw the almost six hundred followers I had on Twitter, and I was instantly struck by how much more important it was to have followers who were actual friends. Those three people cared about me. The six hundred followers on Twitter didn’t know my name, had never seen me, and only tweeted a shout-out if I hadn’t posted an “I hate Monday” meme in a month.