I wanted that, and I wasn’t ready.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
Logan squeezed me a little tighter. “Okay. But are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
A low chuckle. “Give me another word, please.”
I stopped and thought about it. What he was really asking. Fine was a filler word. “I feel drained and tired, but I don’t feel bad.”
“Thank you.”
A hand slipped around my wrist and tugged me out from between Logan and Bastian. Brooks slowly spun me under his arm. “What’s your color if I’m going to sweep you away to my room and do dirty, naughty things to you?”
I frowned. “Free use?”
Brooks cupped my face and kissed me slowly. “Indeed. I’m tempted to bend you over the couch right now and let everyone take a turn.”
“Then—”
“You just said you were drained and tired, baby. Maybe some other Dom’s version of free use is to ignore their sub and how they feel, but that’s notourversion of free use.” He paused then. “No, I’m not going to check in with you every time. But I’m also not going to ignore how you feel. Especially while we’re so new to it.”
“Yellow,” I said. “I am tired. Still, I do feel okay.”
He didn’t waste any time scooping me up into his arms. “Then you’re coming with me.”
I heard Logan’s laugh from behind us and Theo’s voice. “Night, Trinity.”
“Night,” I squeaked.
Brooks carried me to his bedroom on the second floor of the apartment. I’d seen it briefly on the tour, but hadn’t been inside. Ahugebed with four posts at the corners. It looked sturdy. I clearly hadn’t clocked everything that bed could be used for when they showed me the first time.
“Nice bed.”
“It’s about to get even nicer.” He set me on my feet and started messing with the footboard. While he did, I took off my shoes and stretched. It was always stressful seeing Dad’s pack. Combined with everything else happening the last few days and you had a recipe for exhaustion.
Hopefully Brooks would fuck me to sleep.
I looked back at the bed and did a double take. The bench at the end of the bed had been shoved out of the way, and there were holes in the footboard that weren’t there a minute ago. One large one in the center and two smaller ones on either side. No need to guess what those were for.
Brooks crooked a finger. “Come here.”
He was the one who called me a brat, and though I was tired, I wasn’t dead on my feet. “You going to make me?”
Fuck, I wanted him to make me.
His gaze sharpened and moved up and down my body slowly, planning exactly what he was going to do. “Take off anything you don’t want ripped or cut off your body.”
There was nothing special about the pair of gray leggings I wore. I lifted the pretty, flowing top over my head and tossed it at him.
“You sure you want to go this way, baby?”
I shrugged and didn’t move, silently daring him to do something about it. The dance was bringing my energy back.
Carefully, he lifted the footboard of the bed open upwards, like those things they used to count takes for movies. It made the holes open. So he could put me in them.
“I’m not going in those willingly,” I told him, smirking. “Guess you’ll have to make that happen.”
