Page 41 of For the Night

River snorted under his breath, having sat down a couple loungers over with a book.

My attention shifted when I spotted Macklin and his Owner arriving, and I alerted Shay. It was our cue. We had business to tend to now!

“I’ll be back in a bit.” I kissed Penelope’s cheek, then reached for my tank top.

“And where are you off to?” Reese eyed both Shay and me.

Shay responded. “Macklin’s gonna give us pointers on how to be good slaves for the Game.”

He was such a good liar.

“Come on, my pretty little pets!” Macklin called from the other side of the pool. “Let me see what I have to work with.”

He and Shay must’ve agreed on our cover beforehand.

“If you break my boy, I expect a new one,” Reese told Macklin.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Shay said dryly.

I snickered and followed him around the pool.

This was going to be fun!

But brat business aside, it wouldn’t hurt me to ask Macklin for slave pointers. It was gonna be a popular event. Over twenty couples had signed up, and I had a competitive streak.

“Make yourself comfortable…”

Um, could I move in? Because that would be comfortable.

While Penelope was in the bathroom, I wandered around her little cabin and couldn’t stop staring. It was so beautiful with all the new furniture and decorations. Super cozy. Warm colors, low lighting, a very comfy-looking couch, thick rug, round kitchen table that seated four, and potted plants in every nook and cranny.

I could honestly live here.

It just felt like a 100% stress-free environment. In fact, I yawned when I plopped down on the couch. And the couch tried to swallow me up.

I should’ve changed into PJs right away, because I wasn’t sure I could get out of this thing.

Leaning back against the cushions, I eyed the black-and-white photos on the wall across the room, and it was easy to see the love Penelope had for this community. There was one picture that brought an instant smile to my face. Greer had thrown Penelope over his shoulder, and he was sprinting toward the pool. Their faces were frozen in laughter—possibly some screaming from Penelope too.

Another photo was of her and Macklin grinning and eating something. Like a pastry, maybe? They had whipped cream or frosting everywhere.

Colt and Lucas leaning close to each other with a fire running in the background, private smiles on their faces. Colt and River working up a sweat with shovels and—oh, it had to be from back when they built the deck. I spotted stacks with floorboards behind them, and the deck area was cleared. Reese and Greer were measuring something for the cabins in one photo too. Lucian had his brows knitted in concentration, and he was holding a clipboard and a calculator. He was casually dressed, which was rare for him. He looked a bit younger in that picture.

This was Penelope’s Founders wall. Community history.

I wanted so badly for Mclean to be my new kinky home.

I heard the toilet flush and the water run, and the latter went on for a while. I didn’t know her plans, though I’d gotten the impression we weren’t going to bed yet. It wasn’t that late anyway. A little past eleven.

She’d been teasing me all evening too, so I needed me some action!

Eventually, the door opened, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.

Um, hi. May I serve you forever?

Funny how quickly I could suddenly get off the couch.

I didn’t know what to do or say; I just stared at her exquisite body, the lace thong she wore, the matching bra, all black… Her hair was down too. Thick, wavy, auburn. Fuck me sideways, this was porn.

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