What’s that?
I squatted down when I saw something shiny in a side pocket, and I picked it up.
Huh.
Curious.
A cute, tiny balloon animal. A dog, more accurately. How adorable! What was it doing in our bag?
“Darlin’, come back to bed,” I heard James mutter. “You need your sleep.”
Right. Sure. Sleep.
I could make a list for Daddy’s and Rigger’s magnets tomorrow.
“Harder, Daddy… Please…”
“Mmm, are you being a baby slut again?”
I rolled over.
Earthquake?
It felt like the bed was trembling.
“Corey…are you being greedy?”
“I can’t help it, Dominus!”
“Be a good boy and service him, little one.”
I made a sleepy noise and tried to open my eyes. Hell no, I wanted to sleep more.
I managed blinking a few times and… Were Daddy and Rigger spit-roasting James?
Good God, but they were old. How had they not crashed yet?
“Daddy, it hurts!”
“You asked for this, freckles.”
“May I please come?” James panted.
Daddy and Rigger chuckled.
Ugh, no, screw that. I rolled over again and threw a pillow over my head.
James Hackett
Did people around here not know about the concept of sleeping in?
Good Christ.
I scrubbed my hands over my face and rolled over, where I spotted Jordan and Noa lying down and working on something. Jordan had his notebook out—and his feet were crossed in the air. Too damn cute.
I smiled sleepily.
“So, a red balloon on River’s magnet…” Jordan made more notes. “And ramen?”
