“Nervous?” Luca teased, his nose buried in my beard. I turned so I was facing him and kissed him roughly.
“Oh, fuck off.” I nipped at his lip. “You are too.”
“Yeah, but only because I still don’t completely believe I deserve this.”
I sighed, unsure there would be anything I could say that would make Luca feel differently. Yeah, he and Brooks had had a rough start and a few bumps along the way, but Luca had more than proven he was all in since Brooks, Diego, and Wes had all officially became part of our kinky family.
“Brooks loves you. He loves all of us. And more importantly, he loves jewelry and any tokens of ownership we give him. Today, he’s getting two. He’ll be ecstatic.”
Even though I believed my words, my gut still churned. Luca and I had been talking about collaring Brooks for a while now. He was the kind of sub that needed something physical as a reminder of whom he belonged to, and I was more than happy to give that to him. It actually surprised me how much I wanted to.
I never thought I’d want to collar someone, even temporarily. I loved Skye and everything we had together, but he’d never been a collaring kind of submissive, and I hadn’t thought I was a collaring type of dominant either. I’d always identified as a sadist more than anything else.
Then Brooks had stormed into our lives and that had all changed. We’d caught him looking up day collars on Pinterest and known we couldn’t keep him hanging any longer.
We had considered doing something more formal, like a ceremony at a kink club with all our like minded friends, but in the end had decided against it. We rarely went to clubs these days, and it was slowly becoming not our scene. Plus, there was always the chance that Diego wouldn’t be able to go if we did it outside the house, and it was vital all six of us were here for this. So when Matty had asked to spend the night at a friend’s, who’d been vetted and had agreed to the extra security, on Brooks’s birthday eve, we’d known this was the perfect opportunity.
I leaned into Luca’s hold, resting my head against his shoulder. He was strong and sturdy like always, and I took advantage of his stabilizing presence to get my shit together. The water shut off.
“Are the others coming?” I asked.
Even in the playroom, there was always a chance that it would be too much for Diego. While he was becoming quitethe voyeur, there were still times when even watching sex overwhelmed him, but Luca nodded.
“Yeah. D’s just setting up the alarms so we’ll be aware of any changes with Matty.”
“Good.”
His fucking deadbeat dad was still out there, as well as Vladimir Andreev. Diego hadn’t been able to find any indication that either of them were actually looking for Matty, but we wouldn’t let our guard down. The entire ring was reeling after the raid on the shipping docks last year and had gone to ground. It didn’t mean there wasn’t something planned, just that they were biding their time. And the longer it went on without finding their location, the more concerned I became. But Matty was eighteen now. He couldn’t be trapped in the house forever. It wasn’t fair to him. Calculated risks had to happen. I just hoped we got some fucking closure before Matty finished his senior year. He was already getting scouted for college hockey programs, and we all wanted him to be able to go without his past hanging over him.
I heard the bathroom door open, so I quickly shut the playroom door so Brooks wouldn’t be able to see us yet. Skye knew what signal to give us when they were ready.
“We’re not too late, I hope?” I turned, smiling as Wes and Diego walked down the hallway, holding hands.
“No, just in time. I think Skye teased Brooks a little too much. They just left the bathroom,” Luca said before walking up to Wes and kissing his man passionately.
Wes used his free hand to cup Luca’s face, his fingers curling into his beard. I adjusted myself and turned my focus to D, whose eyes were glued to his Daddy and Luca, mouth slightly agape. While all of us had learned something about our sexuality since we’d been together, Diego had experienced the mostchanges. And our resident black-cat hacker had a voyeur kink a mile wide.
Luca and Wes separated, breathing heavily and with eyes only for each other. Sometimes, it still shocked me how damn long it had taken those two to work their shit out and get together. It had been obvious to Skye and me from the second we’d started something up with Luca, and then it had just been a matter of the two of them realizing it. When they finally had, everything had clicked into place. The love they had for each other was amazing to watch, and I was so lucky to be a part of it.
Luca took a step back, and Diego leaned closer to Wes. I wasn’t sure he even realized what he was doing, but Wes did and immediately wrapped his arm around him.
Luca nodded his head in greeting to Diego but didn’t touch him. While he was becoming much more comfortable with casual touch from Wes, and usually accepted it, he hadn’t made the same strides with the rest of us, especially Luc and me. He was getting better with accidents, like if we banged into him or brushed his arm, but something like a hug, he usually turned down.
“You look hot as fuck,” I chimed in. “You both do.”
Diego’s shoulder-length, nearly black hair was neatly pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was wearing all black: tight jeans that accentuated his thick lower body and a plain T-shirt that was just as snug. Diego worked out a lot, and this outfit showed it. Around his neck was a simple chain and a dog tag. Wes’s.
Wes was dressed similarly to Diego, though his pants were slacks and the sleeves of his black button-up were rolled up, exposing his sexy forearms. I’d never really considered forearms sexy before, but something about Wes’s always had me doing a double-take. He had grown out his dark hair some, which really emphasized the salt-and-pepper Daddy thing he had going on.He was even starting to grow a beard, finally fully embracing his retirement and civilian life.
“So do you.” Wes waggled his eyebrows playfully at me.
I’d taken the casual approach when I’d changed after talking to Brooks, wearing nothing but black jeans I knew for a fact were his favorite and matching black combat boots. I hadn’t bothered with a shirt. I’d be naked soon enough anyway.
“Do you have it?” Diego asked, eyes bouncing between Luc and me.
“Yeah. Do you have yours?”
Wes patted his pocket. “Right here. We’re ready as soon as Brooks is.”
