“And some only wanted to be Dommed by either her or me, and that, unfortunately, doesn’t work for us,” Kip told him, not unkindly. “Michelle may submit to me, but she still wants to be a Mommy. Being Dommed by both of us is nonnegotiable. We are a package deal.Always.”
I looked at Kip, damn near melting in my seat at the fierce protectiveness in his words. Fuck, my husband still made me swoon even after years of being together.
“Being your submissive doesn’t mean I don’t get to fuck you during sex, does it?” Corvus asked, looking at Kip. Kip gave a surprised laugh atthatbeing one of his first questions, and I smiled into my wine. “Because I like to be the one doing the fucking sometimes.”
“No,chibi, it does not mean I won’t allow you to fuck me. I like bottoming sometimes.” He smirked at me. “Just ask Michelle. She has a collection of toys she enjoys utilizing.”
Corvus’s pupils blew wide, and his lips parted the slightest bit as he looked at me. I just winked at him.
“Fuck,” he finally rasped then reached for his wine and swallowed a mouthful. When he set down his glass, he said, “Can I do research on this? I don’t want to make a decision right now.”
“Of course, bub,” I assured him. I was actually proud of him for wanting to research and learn about this lifestyle before just diving into it with us. “And you can ask either of us any questions you have. We’re more than happy to answer them. Take as much time as you need. This isn’t something you make a rash decision on.”
Corvus’s shoulders relaxed a little.
“No, I know,” he hurried to say. “But I’m… interested.” His cheeks flushed a little. “This all makes sense to me now, so I’m not so… confused.”
“Confused?” Kip asked, frowning at Corvus.
Corvus nodded. “I’m always confident and cocky. Actually, I’m usually a bit of an asshole,” he confessed on a light laugh. “But you two just have this air about you that made me feel… small? But not in a bad way. Small as in I felt… safe? I don’t know how to explain it. It makes sense when Hudson talks about feeling small when he’s with Kreed, but he’s better at words than I am.”
“No, we understand,chibi,” Kip assured him. “You explain yourself just fine.”
“I do?” he asked, sounding both relieved and untrusting of Kip’s words.
Kip nodded, but it was me who said, “You do, bub.” Reaching over, I grabbed his hand, smoothing my thumb over his knuckles. “I’m not sure who’s made you think you don’t, but they ought to be punched in the face. You explain yourself just fine. Maybe, the ones who don’t understand you are just fucking idiots.”
His grin wasbeautiful, and I knew right fucking then I’d doanythingto keep him smiling like that.
Chapter Eight
Corvus
Kreed and Hudson were on the couch when I stepped through the front door, and at my appearance, they both turned to look at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance, but my heart warmed, knowing they’d stayed up to wait on me. Kreed, while he was my best friend’s fiancé, was like a father to me. He’d been more of a parent to me than my own parents had ever been, even going as far as giving me a permanent room in his house and access to one of his credit cards, though I never touched it.
Which was why he usually sent Hudson to pay for anything expensive, like my car repairs, if something came up. Kreed was a billionaire, and while he was still careful about his expenses, he wanted to make life as easy as possible for me and Hudson.
But I was sure Hudson could go buy a yacht and Kreed would just sigh affectionately at him. They were so in love with each other it made me want to gag sometimes. But I was happy for my best friend. After everything he’d been through, hedeservedthis.
“So…” Hudson drawled, arching an expectant brow at me.
“So what?” I asked, playing stupid on purpose. One, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share anything about my date. I wanted to be oddly selfish and keep it—keepthem—all to myself. Two, I couldn’t resist being a pain in Hudson’s ass. I knew his curiosity was damn near killing him.
“Don’t play stupid,” Hudson said, annoyed already. Kreed shot him a look full of warning, which Hudson, of course, ignored. There was no taming Hudson’s inner bitch. “How’d the date go? Will there be another? Were they good to you? Because if not, I’m going to?—”
“Hudson,” Kreed snapped, his voice full of affection but also firm enough to shut Hudson up.
“What?” Hudson pouted. I groaned, pushed the back of Hudson’s head as I walked past the back of the couch, and then dropped into the recliner, toeing off my shoes once I was seated.
“You’re being a brat. Chill out. Let him have a moment to breathe and decompress before you try jumping down his throat and jumping to conclusions,” Kreed reprimanded.
Hudson scoffed. “No,” he said, making Kreed roll his eyes. He looked at me. “Well, you didn’t come in smiling, so you didn’t get laid.”
I grunted. “No, Hudson, I did not get fucking laid. They made it clear we wouldn’t be fucking on the first date.”
“On the first date…” Kreed mused, interest sparking in his brown eyes.
I huffed. Deep down, he was no better than his fiancé.
