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I sucked my teeth. “One does not need to earn aftercare.”
He grinned.
Damn troll.
I kissed him slowly, my mind flying back to our late nights discussing dominance and submission when we were so new in the lifestyle. Back then, I was the only one KC had come out to. His parents were still alive at the time, so he’d clung to a lie that’d made him miserable and trapped in a loveless marriage to Noa’s mother.
“I love you,” I murmured.
“Back at you, baby.” He rested his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “Remember that kink seminar on aftercare you dragged me along to back in the day?”
Boy, did I. “You did everything you could to provoke me.”
I’d started exploring much earlier than he had; for years, he’d stuck to fantasies, porn, and browsing through discussion groups in kink forums. But a few years in, I’d convinced him that coming with me to a seminar didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t more of a lie than his entire identity being kept a secret. So that had opened a door for him.
“Hey, I was just making sure you could keep your cool under pressure,” he defended.
Bullshit.
KC was a complete brat at times. A reaction whore who’d tested the waters around homosexuality by testing my patience. For instance, the time KC and Christine separated temporarily…
I wasn’t sure Noa knew about that.
“Okay, breakfast is ready!” Noa declared. “Can you stop whispering secrets over there?”
KC and I responded by stage-whispering to each other.
* * *
Breakfast turned into a different affair when I came face-to-face with a TPE routine I wasn’t ready to go back to. Cam kneeling next to my seat at the head of the table. I just couldn’t. Not yet. I’d crave it soon enough, but for now, Cam belonged on my lap. I needed him close. I needed my hands on him.
He sat sideways across my thighs, and we fed each other bites of toast, fruit, and a surprisingly tasty bran muffin. Since I wasn’t allowed to stuff my face with all the treats Noa dove for, I counted my blessings. To be honest, it could be worse. The dietary changes Cam and KC proposed weren’t that bad. Stress was my main villain, and I was tackling that head on already.
“I’d like to say no takeout until the cruise, though,” KC said. “Once your blood pressure is down some, we’ll see what you can handle.”
“Agreed.” Cam nodded. “Like, right now, no takeout and low on salt and red meat.”
“A little less sugar too,” KC added.
I suppressed a sigh and took a sip of my coffee.
Count. Those. Blessings.
They weren’t taking my coffee from me, and Cam was promising daily desserts; they’d just be on the healthier side. More blueberries and dark chocolate, less sugar and cream. But considering how wonderful he was in the kitchen, I had no doubt he could create a feast with healthy ingredients.
Noa grinned at me and crammed half a pancake into his mouth, causing syrup to trickle down his chin.
“My chipmunk.”
He giggled around his food.
“What about the Game this weekend?” I asked. “It would be nice to participate if I can’t volunteer to help out.”
KC and Cam exchanged a glance.
I couldn’t lie; it bothered me a little, but this was the deal. I’d listen to their suggestions until I’d formed better habits.
“All the Tops know what’s happening, so I don’t see a problem,” KC replied.
