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River hummed and folded his arms over his chest. “Honestly? My money’s on Corey bein’ more reserved.”
Really? Huh.
“He’ll go nuts for Greer laying one on a Top any day of the week, but I don’t think he wants to see much more than that,” River went on. “In short, Greer’s foursome and Colt’s triad—they’re part of somethin’ together, and I think they’re satisfied with that.”
That much made sense. I’d obviously heard of their playtime dynamic, and I believed it suited Colt very well. He’d always been on the fence about sharing partners. Or Littles, I should say. He and Lucas had had plenty of fun back in the day—but who hadn’t? We’d been close friends in the quest of starting a community and figuring out who we were in kink. We had…explored.
River cracked a little smirk. “Funnily enough, Corey and Kit are both possessive of Greer and Colt. They wanna see them make out with half the world, but the ones they don’t mind sending into a fuckfest are the other two—Sloan and Luke. As long as Colt and Greer are there to oversee the playin’.”
I did love hearing River’s take on things. He was always observing and picking up details.
I side-eyed him. “And what about you, Reese, and Shay?”
He side-eyed me right back, and the faint smirk was back. “You diggin’?”
I chuckled. “I’m curious, my friend. Remember how we behaved back in the day when we couldn’t find the right subs for our research?”
He cracked a quick grin and turned toward the window again. “Good times. Different times.”
True enough.
He scratched his jaw. “I don’t know. Reese and I have some fantasies concernin’ Shay, that’s for sure. We wanna see him with the edge-play boys sometime.”
I inclined my head. KC had told me about it, and I wouldn’t mind watching that either. Shay, Macklin, Tate—Lane, if I wasn’t mistaken. The tatted-up primal subs going nuts on one another.
“I ain’t gonna lie,” River continued. “I like seein’ Reese fuck around with Greer and Colt. It’s nostalgic.”
I smiled. “And what about you? There’s plenty of nostalgia?—”
“I’m good,” he chuckled. “My memories are Shay’s bedtime stories, and we’re happy with that.”
It made me happy to hear. He and I were similar in that regard. We had our memories, and we could look back on them fondly—even share them with our boys now—but they stopped at being story time. I didn’t want to share Cam outside our dynamic, and he didn’t want to share me.
“Hey.” River jerked his chin at the boys again, and I refocused on them. “Corey just handed Noa somethin’.”
And they were parting ways. Noa zipped up his parka and took off in a jog, while Corey returned inside their cabin.
Okay, now I was really curious, because Noa passed our own cabin. He only paused to bend down and tie his shoes, and while doing so, he cast a few furtive glances toward the main house. Toward us. And he had to know I was up, considering I hadn’t been there when he’d climbed out of bed.
I frowned as Noa disappeared along the side of the house, and River furrowed his brow.
“I’m gonna go check,” I said and headed for the front door.
I walked briskly until I reached the front door, and then I pushed it open and saw that Noa must’ve picked up the pace. He was almost at the end of the front lawn.
“Noa!” I called. Still holding my stupid mug, I left it on the railing before I hurried down the steps.
Noa had frozen, and he turned around with wide eyes.
“Where are you going?” I headed toward him.
He cursed. “I was kinda hoping you were out buying breakfast or something.”
Why would I do that? Cam had made sure we had everything.
“Well, I’m not. Mind telling me why you’re sneaking out?”
The only thing missing from this picture was a cookie jar, because his hand would be in it. I’d definitely caught him in the act of something, and when hesitation replaced the half-expected whine or mischief, it put me on edge.
