Extra Whip (Bold Brew #8) - L.A. Witt Page 0,45

to get confirmation that he’d take care of me too. Tonight had been pretty easy, and sub drop probably wasn’t going to be an issue, but as we went forward and intensified things, I’d know I could rely on him to ease me down afterward just like we did with Aaron.

Well, hell. Living in Laurelsburg won’t be so bad after all, will it?

Eventually, we separated enough to actually get clean, since we both really had worked up a sweat. Then we dried off, and in the bedroom, we quietly dressed.

On the way out, I glanced at Aaron, then back at Will, and whispered, “Wow, he does sleep hard after a scene. That’s normal for him?”

He nodded as we continued out into the hall. Closing the door behind us, he said, “It’s a pretty normal thing for us. Once he’s come back to earth, especially if he’s gotten off, he’ll fall asleep, but he knows I don’t sleep very well.” We continued down the hall toward the stairs. “It’s really not unusual at all for me to get up after he’s gone to sleep, whether we’ve done some kink or just had sex, because otherwise I’ll spend hours staring at the ceiling and being restless.”

“Oh. Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sleep and I are not exactly close friends. So I usually wait until he goes to sleep, and then I’ll slip out. If he wakes up alone, he knows I’m not far away.” As we started down the stairs, Will added, “To tell you the truth, I’ll be surprised if he wakes up before his alarm goes off in the morning.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. I joke with him sometimes that we’re the perfect couple—he sleeps like ten hours a night, I’m lucky if I sleep six, so between us, it averages out to eight apiece.”

I glanced at him. “Does it actually work that way?”

“Pfft. I wish.” Halfway down the stairs, he paused, and glanced back. “Shit. I left our water bottles in the—you know what? Never mind.” Waving a hand, he continued down. “We’ll get a couple of glasses from the kitchen, and then we won’t disturb him.”

After Will had gotten us each a glass of ice water, we moved into the living room and sat on the couch. I tried not to think about everything that had gone down—or, well, everyone that had gone down—last time we were in here. I’d already come tonight, but I could be sufficiently motivated to get back into the game. Especially if that meant fooling around with Will. Or Aaron, if he woke up.

Though without Aaron, I didn’t imagine Will and I would be doing anything. When we’d been laying out all the ground rules, it hadn’t occurred to me to ask about separate play. Some couples were only into doing anything physical—kinky or otherwise—if they were both at least in the room. Others were like, “Have fun, honey!”

I’d have to see how things went with Aaron and Will before I broached that particular subject. This was only our second… Okay, “date” might not have been the right word, but the English language was woefully lacking in words to concisely describe “occasion in which a couple tests the water with a new kink partner to see if the three of them are compatible enough to warrant additional such occasions with increasingly intense degrees of kink and intimacy.”

So yeah. Not tonight.

Unaware of the hamster inside my head spinning its wheel at breakneck speed, Will draped his arm across the back of the couch and faced me. He sipped his water, then rested the glass on his knee. “All right, so we’ve established that this is going well for Aaron and me. Now that we’ve settled a bit, do you still feel good about it going forward?”

“Yeah, definitely.” I shifted a little under his scrutiny and dropped my gaze into my own glass. “It’s great. I haven’t really had time for anything the last couple of years except trying to keep my head above water, so this is a fun way to get back in the swing of things.” I paused, then managed to look at him. “I’m really not in a place right now where I have any business getting into a relationship, but this? I can handle this.”

“Good, but I mean, is it what you want? Is there anything you want from us that we haven’t talked about?”

That brought me up short. Any Dom worth his salt would want to know what a submissive wanted or needed, but it

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