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Five minutes out, I’d sent her a message, and every hour since. “I almost wish someone does call. I’ve been worried about Ronnie all evening.”
“You don’t say?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, I say. Stop mocking me!”
Gray laughed. “I’m sorry, my man, couldn’t help it. Believe me, we are all very aware of your angst.”
“Don’t worry so much, Jacob, I can already tell your little Ronnie isn’t nearly as out of control as what your cousin waswhen she arrived.” Derek smirked and tipped his bottle of beer, taking a long swig.
It was my turn to laugh as Gray nearly choked on his beer.
“I can second that,” Sam offered, “but I think we all know that no one was as difficult as Sadie.” He ducked behind Jagger when Derek came after him.
I marveled at how different the guys were when away from their better halves. I was happy to have joined their ranks, but unhappy with being away from my other half when our relationship was so new.
“Cheer up, brother,” Grant said, “Catherine is the most responsible person in the group, isn’t she, Sam?”
We watched from across the fire as Sam escaped out of Derek’s grasp, his hair in disarray from the noogie Derek had been giving him.
“She can be”—he patted down his hair—“it just depends on the other personalities she’s with. I think it’s a good sign that we haven’t heard from the women, it just shows the other, more mature side of their personalities.”
Grant broke the silence with a barely concealed laugh. It was enough to set off the rest of the group. Just when things were calming down, my phone buzzed with an incoming message, and the hysterics began anew.
“Ha!” I held up my phone triumphantly. “A message from Ronnie saying she misses me and is having the time of her life.”
I realized I was the new guy in the group, but I wasn’t stupid. Still, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why the laughter had stopped.
“Wait, wait, wait just a second. You said she hadn’t texted you at all since we left and now suddenly out of the blue at”—he paused to look at the time on his phone—“almost midnight she texted you first?”
He was right, something was wrong. The guys gathered around me, all laughter gone and throwing curious, bordering on disturbed, glances my way.
They all pulled out their phones, and almost in unison, swiped their screens on.
“Nothing from Catherine,” Sam reported first.
“Moira either,” Jagger added.
“I’ve got nothing,” added Grant.
“Harmony has texted to say that they are having the best time ever and not to worry about a thing.”
All but me groaned and started packing up. “Wait! What the hell is going on?”
Derek patted me on the shoulder. “You may as well learn now; this is one way a Little expresses their guilt.”
“Get out, seriously?”
“Yep,” Derek nodded. “Something happened, and that is their way of telling us. I’ve recently read some studies that show this is also their way of trying to control the outcome. Our strong submissives have Top or Domme qualities, in that they like control, but they like the act of relinquishing even more. It’s imperative that we, as their partners, ensure we stay consistent by closely listening, and never say you’re going to do something and not do it. That is the absolute worst thing for a Little.”
“Well said, Derek,” Sam praised.
Wow, you learn something new every day. Of course, it had to be my Little, it must be as she was the first to reach out. Fifteen minutes later, we were packed and ready to go. Jagger put out the fire after we loaded up.
The drive back was quiet. All the men, me included, distracted and checking their phones. I assumed, like me, they were wondering what we’d face when we returned to Gray’s.
An hour later, we pulled up behind the house and found the golf carts lined up all in a row, which was not how we’d left them.The ground around the carts was wet and under the back light, all the carts appeared sparkling clean. We entered through the back to find the ladies sitting before the fireplace in the great room in their pajamas drinking hot cocoa with whip cream and sprinkles, chatting amiably.
Maybe Derek and the rest were wrong about the ladies getting into trouble in our absence. They certainly looked innocent enough. Stop thinking like a man, Jacob, and think like a Daddy. It was too picturesque, like the lined-up golf carts. They had gone for a ride, probably after consuming quantities of alcohol. Derek was right, they’d texted to assuage their guilt and were now doing their best to hide the evidence.
