Page 42 of Autumn of the Witch

The weather was cool but sunny, and they had enough wood now for a week or more, thanks to Micah’s helpandhis competitive streak. Viv being appreciative of their work was also awesome, and now Sasha was going to get more of Micah domming him for Viv to watch? Damn, he was a lucky man.

First, though, they had to do a few things. He and Micah carried the wood into the cave while Viv sunned herself a bit more and collected some herbs, and then they had to eat, because they’d worked up an appetite. Sasha ate two bowls of stew, half the loaf of bread Micah had made the day before, and one of the leftover tarts. He had four mugs of cold water, too, and by the time he went to wash off the sweat and grime, he was already anticipating the rest of their evening.

As Sasha left the bathroom, the look Micah gave him was both hungry and uncertain. Sasha nearly pulled him in for a kiss, but he figured he should wait until they were all naked and in bed. “Make that bath fast, boss,” Sasha said cheerfully.

Micah’s eyes narrowed, and hesmirkedat Sasha. “Are you trying to dom me?”

Sasha almost knelt right there. Damn, that was hot. “Nah, I’m tryin’ to hurry us up to the part whereyoudomme.”

Micah, to Sasha’s shock and delight, touched him—a quick pat on the shoulder, but it was something. “Be patient.”

“Ain’t real good at that, boss.”

“Try to learn,” Micah said with a heated look, before he went in to take a bath.

Sasha needed a minute after that. By the time he wandered into the bedroom, it was to find Viv already sprawled in the chair across from the bed, looking far too pleased with herself.

“You plan this or something?” Sasha asked, going to his knees in front of her when she beckoned him over. She wasn’t entirely recovered, but there was color in her face again and her eyes didn’t look so shadowed.

“No more than you did,” she retorted, tugging at his hair. “Cutting wood without a shirt.”

“It was warm! I didn’t even know you’d be coming outside!” Sasha laughed, grinning at her as she pulled his hair harder. On his knees, he was about the same height as she was, and it was easy for her to lean in and kiss him. Except she smacked him instead. And that was just as great.

“Sasha,” she admonished.

“I mean, Ihoped,” he admitted, and she laughed and thendidkiss him, soft and sweet, even as she yanked his hair hard enough to tip his head back.

“You need a haircut,” she told him, ruffling his hair after she was done pulling it—hopefully just for the moment. He really did like that.

“Probably,” Sasha agreed. “Or maybe I should grow my hair real long, like Micah’s.”

“Mm, let’s not. I like Micah’s hair the way it is, and I like yours a little less wild.” She ran her fingers through his damp hair, making him shiver. “This is all right with you?”

“Um, yeah. You’ve let doms fuck me up before. And fuck me. And that one time, Annalee, remember her? She made you come like a—”

“Sasha,” she chided, shaking her head. “It’s different with him. You know that.”

“Yeah,” Sasha agreed, leaning in for another kiss. “I know.”

Itwasdifferent with Micah. He wasn’t merely a friendly dom who liked to hurt the biggest pain slut in the Compound. He was… special. He was in their lives for more than sex or dominance. He made tarts and bread and tea and drinks to make Viv feel better. He’d mended one of Sasha’s shirts without anyone asking. He made toys for Sasha’s niece and nephew.

He was the person who should be on that third cushion.

Before Sasha could say anything about that, there was a sound of someone clearing their throat. Sasha turned and saw Micah standing in the doorway, looking uncertain. His long yellow-blond hair was wet but combed free of tangles, and he wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Damn, you really are jacked,” Sasha said, with an appreciative once-over of Micah’s muscular chest and arms.

“He says every thought in his head,” Viv said.

“I’ve noticed.” Micah drew in a deep breath. “I need to ask. Is this really… all right?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t,” Viv said. “Nothing will ever happen in here that we don’t want. Though, honestly, there isn’t much we’ve done that Sashadoesn’tlike.”

“What’s the point of being a masochist if I don’t want it all?” Sasha shifted on his knees and glanced at Viv, who nodded—and then he stood up. If Micah wanted him to kneel, Micah could make him. Even the thought of it had his blood running hot.

Micah still looked a little… something. It was hard to read his expression.

“Hey,” Sasha said, suddenly worried they were pressuring Micah into this. “You knowyoudon’t have to, right? I mean, it’d be awesome, but we’re not gonna make it, like, a rule that you have to fuck me up and fuck me, promise.”

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