“Whew. That was a great first round.” Cole swings his feet over the bed. “You all relax. I’m gonna make some food.”
“Cole,” I groan. He’s learned so much since helping me in the kitchen, but that’s usually my job.
“I won’t hear it.” He bounds down the stairs. I hear clattering, and suddenly, I want to get up. To explore the cabin. To bask in old memories and see what they’ve stocked the kitchen with.
I pad through the property. It’s almost an exact replica of the old cabin, minus the handcuffs in the guest bedroom and the shitty baseball posters in the basement. Although this cabin feels…lighter. More free.
When I wander into the kitchen, Cole is flipping pancakes. Jayden’s there, too. He spots me, then nods at the freezer. “Got you something.”
I freeze.
He just chuckles. “A good something.”
I roll my eyes. “It better not be a dildo.”
Cole looks genuinely offended for a second. “Why would you need a dildo? You have us.”
I pop open the freezer. It’s fully stocked with my chicken and sage meals. I suck in a breath. I’ve missed them. They don’t sell that brand down here in Mexico, and just seeing them makes me nostalgic.
Jayden gives me a soft smile.
I shake my head. How did I go from them kidnapping me to spoiling me? I sit down at the table. “So. What’s the plan this weekend?”
“Fuck you senseless. Give you more tattoos. Enjoy the peace.” Jayden leans back in his chair.
I laugh. “Where else are you going to tattoo? You've already given me so many.”
Jayden eyes me. “I can think of some blank spaces.”
Instantly, I cross my arms. “No. You will not be tattooing my pussy.”
Jayden just shrugs.
“Jayden,” I growl. For a second, I worry that he’ll do it regardless of what I say. But since he’s been in therapy, he’s been really good at learning my hard limits and not pushing them unless I ask him to.
Jayden rolls his eyes at me, but his look is soft.
I let out a huge breath. The boys have grown so much since everything. And I love it. They’re a perfect mix of asshole and attentive.
I also lean back in my chair and pull in a deep breath. Despite my initial reservations about leaving today, this is nice. I don’t have to be responsible for anyone else. Or cook. Or do anything, really. It’s nice.
“Food’s ready.” Cole plops a plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of me. Ironically, I’m sitting in the same spot I was when they fed me pancakes last time. I lift an eyebrow. “Are these drugged?”
Cole laughs. “Maybe.”
I turn to him. I don’t like that evasive answer.
He grins at me. “Eat up, lemon drop.”
“What did you put in them?”
Cole shrugs. “Little this, little that.”
“Cole,” I growl.
“Listen.” He leans in. “You deserve a break. A chance to let go. We’re offering that to you. If I were you, I’d take it.”
My mind turns a mile a minute. “Who will check on MJ?”