conversation in my head for almost a week. It was still a work in progress, but it was coming along. “I know Tanner and Shane work together too, but I have a feeling we spend more time one-on-one together than they do.”
Then I shivered. “And Shane has all those siblings to talk about.”
That family bred like rabbits. I just hoped Tanner took his meds on time. “Tristan and I are both only children and have small families. And his parents are on the other side of the globe on some cruise, so he hardly ever hears from them.”
Wade’s grin said he thought I was giving him a line of bullshit, but he didn’t argue with me, so I continued. “You’re saving him from hearing about my books over and over. And you keep him entertained when I have to take notes.”
He really was helpful to have around…but we were getting some odd looks lately at restaurants. Evidently to most waiters, three attractive people couldn’t have dinner out without it turning into a dirty threesome.
I’d already outlined a new series based on the idea, though, so I couldn’t complain too much.
Wade was fighting back laughter as we pulled up in front of my house. “You’re a terrible con artist, but I’m going to pretend to believe it.”
As he parked, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Come on. You know you like hanging out with us. Tristan even growls orders at you sometimes and I know that just sends shivers through you.”
Wade groaned like I was torturing him, but as he got out of the car, I saw him discreetly adjusting himself, so I knew I was right…he was spending entirely too much time lately pretending he wasn’t just as dirty as the rest of us.
With the club opening soon, that was going to change.
Matthew had loved Wade to pieces and he wouldn’t have wanted his submissive to play vanilla so long that he believed it.
It was just time for Wade to remember that.
“Let’s go. I have a great idea.” I grabbed his hand as I hurried around the front of the car. “Did you read that harem book I wrote?”
Wade’s groan that time was colored with embarrassment.
“You did. Great.” Quickly unlocking the house, I shoved him inside and closed the door. “I think we should recreate that throne room scene. I can’t do it with just me because that would look silly, but with you to be another slave, it’ll be fun.”
He wasn’t arguing, and the wide-eyed stare he was giving me said he thought it was a brilliant idea. He was just stunned speechless with excitement.
At least, that was what I would go to my grave claiming.
“I even bought some harem-style pants like those omegas used to wear from a costume stop to set the mood for the scene and to see how the fabric would feel.” Realism was important.
I’d used that to justify a lot of strange purchases that sometimes gave my accountant a heart attack.
He finally found his voice…kind of. “Those are see-through. I can’t wear that.”
I gave him a smile as I dragged him through the house. “Don’t worry. I have some matching thongs that will look great. Oh, or you could wear the panties Austin got me for my birthday. I haven’t worn them yet so those would be perfect for you.”
Why Austin thought I needed panties, I’d never know…but they would be cute on Wade.
He had that masculine look that would contrast perfectly with them.
Oh, that would be—no, no new book ideas.
I had to stay focused or Wade would escape. This was more important than making notes…and that was something I didn’t say often.
“Oh my…” Wade was back to wonderfully speechless.
“I know.” A confident smile could talk people into a lot…Austin taught me that. “It’s going to be great.”
Austin was quite helpful sometimes.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Wade was staring at me like I was an alien.
But it wasn’t a no, so unless I heard a safeword I was going with the assumption that he thought it was just as great an idea as I did. Besides, that scene was so hot that even if we kept it reasonably sex free it would still be fun.
Wade was surprisingly easy to maneuver to my closet, but as I gave him a pair of the harem pants and sent him to my bathroom to get changed, I remembered Tristan.
Warning him would probably be helpful.
Sending a quick text, I grabbed my pants and started to strip.
This was