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“I’m sorry about the back-assward way this all went,” I said with sincerity pouring out from between my lips.

“We’re not going to beat a dead horse.” Wyatt slowly withdrew from my heat, tugging me upward until we reached the pillows.

“I just want you to know that if I hadn’t been so harsh we would have already been in a relationship.”

“Enough of past shit. You can’t change it. It’s over and done with. Move forward with me, babygirl. No dwelling.”

He wrapped his arms around me and I curled closer.

“Thank you for rescuing me tonight, Daddy. I won’t question your dedication again.”

“Good girl. You’re welcome. You don’t have to say it again.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Kennedy.”

Somehow tucked in Wyatt’s arms, hearing his heartbeat and the motion of his chest underneath my head as he breathed in and out soothed me faster than anything else had in a long time. His strong arms engulfed me with a strong sense of peace and serenity.

Chapter Ten

Wyatt

Striding across the house, I made breakfast and coffee. Waking up at the ranch brought me a huge sense of comfort. It would only be better if Alden was here with us. Thinking about it, the more I believed our throuple could work out. I wished my stubbornness and inability to allow my own confidence to showcase itself had disappeared prior to Alden leaving. Whipping up loaded French toast, one of my specialties, I glanced over my shoulder when Kennedy stepped into the kitchen. She had an oversized t-shirt on, her long dark hair braided on the side. Her legs and feet were bare.

“Good morning, babygirl. How’d you sleep?”

“Mmm. Very well. Oh! Something smells amazing.”

“French toast on brioche bread filled with cream cheese and blackberries. Would you grab the syrup?”

Kennedy nodded, selecting the homemade syrup. Boxelder trees grew in our town and produced some of the best-tasting syrup that rivaled maple any day. We sat down next to each other at the kitchen table, eating and falling into easy conversation. But there was something I needed to solidify.

“We glossed over some things last night. I want to reiterate. We are in a relationship.”

She swirled a huge bite of French toast around the syrup before holding it up to my mouth. I dragged my teeth along the fork, chewing it thoughtfully. I was a good cook, but it tasted even sweeter from her hand.

“You and I?”

“Yes, but also Alden. All three of us. Have you ever been in a dominant and submissive dynamic?”

“Sort of but it wasn’t formal. More like he kept me in line when I acted out. I’ve been spanked a lot. Alden has definitely done it but there’s something else.”

“I’m listening,” I said to her, encouraging her to continue.

“I don’t really know if I have a Little side or not. Or at least not like Emma. But Elias bought her the most incredible wardrobe, obviously you know. She’s been Little around us. I’m not into all that.”

“Emma is Luke and Elias’ Little girl. But you’ve seen her perform in the ring. She’s not in her younger headspace in an arena. We’re going a bit off topic.”

“Right,” she answered, nodding. “If I’m calling you Daddy does that mean I’m your Little girl?”

“It doesn’t have to mean that, beautiful. You can call me Daddy without exploring ageplay. But if you think you might like to, I’m open to that too.”

She fed me another bite of her breakfast.

“I might not be good at following the rules, Wyatt. I’ll probably fuck up what I’m supposed to do and I might not listen.”

“All right, babygirl. Since I don’t know what you’ve discussed with Alden, humor me for a few minutes. Say I’ve told you to get your sweet little ass in bed by eleven o’clock. At midnight you text me that you stayed up late talking to a friend. Without anycontext or knowing how I respond, what would you expect me to do?”

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