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“He just got back from teaching two semesters at Stanford,” KC said.
“Ohhh.” Noa nodded in understanding. “Well, I’m Noa. I was gonna introduce myself earlier, but River kidnapped you like a meanie. And this hunk of junk here is Franklin—he’s my oldest friend in the world.”
I snorted under my breath and found a nifty little cupholder for my drink in the inflatable framework of the tub. “Always a sweetheart, dear.” I shifted my attention to Dean and extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Dean.”
“You too. Welcome to the community—both of you.” His voice hit all the right spots with its rich warmth. “I heard from Kingsley that you’re his and Tate’s new play partner.”
“They live to humiliate me.” I smiled and accidentally opened a pocket next to the cupholder, only to realize it was now a condom storage. Latex condoms and packets of water-resistant lube filled the whole thing. Well, then. I cleared my throat and eyed the little ladder that went over the edge. Understandably, we couldn’t sit on the sides of this thing—though, it did appear surprisingly sturdy. “So does that little boy,” I added with a nod at Noa.
“You love it.” Noa smacked a kiss in the air and wriggled on KC’s lap.
I shook my head in amusement and climbed into the tub, right around the same time I heard Jack and Macklin returning to the terrace.
To hell with them for the moment. The water felt incredible, and I was instantly a fan of the design of the tub. I sank into a chair-like cushion with low armrests next to Dean, the water reaching my sternum. Perfect. Just what I needed.
“What do you teach?” I reached for my drink.
“American Naval History and the Cold War,” Dean replied.
“Oh—just like that, I have a million questions,” I chuckled. “I loved history in college. Well, once you dig underneath the heavy cloak that is the Second World War. I’m not sure my professor knew there’d ever been other wars.”
Dean let out a laugh. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Yeah, fascinating.” Noa pinched his lips.
“Brat.” KC nipped at his boy’s jaw. “Not every topic can interest you.”
“No, but that would be awesome.”
Of course Noa thought so. I turned back to D—
Nothing. My head was tipped back by Jack’s fingers in my hair, and he bent down and kissed my forehead. “Have you been whorish yet, Daddy?”
“Have you?” I muttered sourly. The jealousy made a swift comeback, striking more like lightning this time. “You look flushed.”
“Oh yeah, I had to run downstairs,” he said. “Mack stole the bathroom up here.”
Horseshit.
My will to submit and be good for him had taken a hike. Instead, I wanted to punish him. Or perhaps ask Kingsley to punish him for me. Yes—that. He could do it. And then I could fuck Jack until he only remembered my name.
So clearly, consensual cheating wasn’t necessarily a surefire way to degrade me.
I was still on the fence. It was difficult to predict my reactions when I’d never experienced anything like this before. The fact that I was so mentally turned on by his behavior didn’t help. I couldn’t make up my mind, but wherever I landed, I wanted to bury my cock in him.
Jack took the reins and introduced himself to Dean, and then moved on to say it was nice to see Noa and KC again.
Noa looked like he was trying to figure out a math problem. “Are you gonna leave Franklin here? He can’t control himself, you know.”
“Noa.” Mortification bled into my cheeks. He didn’t have to say such things with Dean here. He didn’t know the circumstances of any of our scenes, and I wanted to make a good impression.
“Uncontrollable is exactly how I want my slutty fuckhole of a Daddy,” Jack replied.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I shot him an annoyed look.
Noa laughed. Hard. “Daddy calls me that sometimes too.”
“Then he knows how to handle Franklin.” Jack patted my shoulder and dipped down to speak into my ear. “You saw us, didn’t you?”
I nodded curtly.
I caught his sadistic smile in my peripheral vision.
“I hope you heard every word too,” he murmured. “I’ll keep fucking Mack on the sly until I’m sure you can satisfy me properly. Until I know for certain that my property is good enough. Are we clear, Uncle Franklin?”
That one struck hard. Like a blow to the gut—but it triggered all the right responses in me. More anger, more desire, more uncertainties, more hurt. I dug my fingers into my thigh as the fury reigned, only to shift my hand to my cock the next second as the raw lust rolled over me. Every emotion churned painfully in my chest, as if he’d reached within me to whip my heart and press a boot to my mind.
“Don’t make me wait all day for an answer,” he said irritably.
