Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
The other man stood silently in front of the door, as though guarding it.
Always their guard.
He was another issue. Rock seemed to think he was going to come second place in this relationship. Always the guard first then their friend.
Fuck. How did he help them both? Spencer was better at this sort of thing.
But Slade was the leader. So he had to do what he could to keep them all together. This stuff with Indie was tearing them apart and that couldn’t happen.
“She’s meant to be ours and you both know it,” Slade told them. “We wronged her, so we make it up to her. We treat her like she’s fucking precious and fragile.”
“Which she is,” Quaid said. “Too fucking fragile for us. And you’re talking around in circles. Either I have a conscience and don’t want to hurt her further by saddling her with me. Or I don’t have one and don’t care what you plan to do.”
God, he wished he could kill Quaid’s father.
Slowly and painfully.
“I know that your father spent years trying to turn you into an emotionless, obedient fucking tool for him to use. And that might be the façade you present to the rest of the world. But we all know that’s not true. And so does Indie.”
Quaid stared at him for a long moment, then back to Rock who wasn’t looking at either of them. Instead, he was frowning at the wall.
“I think that you are right,” Quaid said.
Slade wanted for the other shoe to drop because that was too easy.
“She is precious and fragile and damaged. What she doesn’t need is my damage. I was the harshest to her. I was the one who caused the most pain. There is no way she could want me and I would only be hindering your chances. The three of you will win her over and treat her right.” Quaid stood.
Fuck that.
“Didn’t take you for a coward,” he drawled.
Quaid froze. “I’m not a coward. And you can’t bait me into changing my mind.”
“So you’re just going to step aside and let the three of us win her over, be with her, take care of her. Fuck her.” He paused for a long moment. “Dominate her.”
Quaid’s hands clenched into fists.
Yeah, the cold bastard had been dreaming of getting their girl into his playroom. Of tying her to a spanking bench and teaching her that she was to obey him.
That’s what he got off on. Control.
Slade knew that. But he also knew there was another side to him.
“I’m going to be her Daddy. Rock will be her Da. Spencer . . . well, who the fuck knows what he’s going to call himself. What are you going to be Quaid? Nothing?”
“I’m not a Daddy Dom. You know I like being a Dom because I can be in complete control of everything. Littles are . . . they’re out of control.”
“Because they like to have fun? Do you remember what having fun is like?” Slade asked.
“Do you?” Quaid asked back coolly.
“Not really. I haven’t had fun since our girl was ours. Back when she was at school.”
When things had seemed simpler.
It had taken them a while to realize they all liked her. It wasn’t until they were in their midtwenties and she was at university that they’d all gotten into a massive argument over her.
Over who deserved her.
Until Quaid had suggested a mad, crazy idea.
That they share her.
Make her theirs. All of theirs.
It had taken a while for them to let that settle. Slade was a possessive guy and he’d had a lot of issues to start with. Spencer had been on board first. Then Rock. Slade had been the last one to agree.
But now he realized that he couldn’t imagine things being any different. He wanted to share her with his three friends.
Unfortunately, they’d decided she should finish university first. That would give them time to build their empire.
They shouldn’t have waited. Because then she met fucking Billy.
“I haven’t had any fun in years,” Slade said. “But I want that lightness back in my life. I need it. We all need it. Without it, we’ve been robots. Living day to day without any sort of joy.”
“Dramatic,” Quaid muttered. “What if her one condition for being with you all is that I’m not a part of it? She has to want all of us for this to work.”
“And you don’t think she wants you?” Slade asked.
“What do I have to offer? Time in my playroom? Rules and discipline? I’m not a Daddy Dom and we all know she’s a Little.”
There had been small clues. She’d often looked longingly into the Littles room here at the club. She still sucked her thumb, especially when she was stressed.
“Then you show her what you can offer. We don’t all have to give her the same things.”