Page 86 of Triple Pucked
“Fuck’s sake.” I grip Everett’s elbow, dragging him further across the room and out of earshot toward the bar. I was wrong to assume that he was broken in anyway or perfectly behaved. “Stop talking before you…”
“Reach three…?” Everett tosses his long hair. “Indeed. Let’s hope that you don’t witness a public demonstration of what that means for my ass’ sake.”
I pale.
Everett’s expression softens. “You look like you’re scared of my Mistress and worried for me. Don’t be. I don’t know what you’ve experienced in your past, although I can guess because my last dom was shitty too. But Kay isn’t like that. She’s strict but fair. Everything is consensual with her.”
“If you say so.” I let go of his arm, and he rounds the bar.
“Watch me make the best coffees...well, an amateur has ever made.”
I laugh. “Impress me.”
I watch Everett shuffle around, setting up the coffee machine. He lays out three black mugs with rope motifs.
“Don’t the rest of us get coffees?” I grumble.
“I was already taking a risk offering to make drinks for the masters and mistresses,” Everett replies. “I don’t have permission to make you one, sorry.”
“Do you need permission for everything?”
Everett nods.
“Cas doesn’t seem to.”
“It’s different for him.”
Well, that’s not fair.
I throw myself down on a barstool. “Don’t you get jealous? I mean, he’s being cuddled and handfed and shit.”
“Aren’tyoujealous that Robyn is with your sir?”
“Of course not. It makes me happy to see them happy.”
The answer trips off my tongue without me even needing to think about it.
“See? Same for me. It brings me pleasure to serve. It’s not always easy because we’re all human. And do I wish that I could sleep in sometimes like he does? Of course. Or escape with no more than a light scolding? Obviously. But knowing that the woman I love has someone who can make her smile like that…” He points at Kay, who is smiling at Cassian with a softness that I wouldn’t have expected her possible of, before gripping him by the chin and pulling him into a tender kiss. “…means that I wouldn’t change anything.”
I glance in turn at the way that D’Angelo is smiling at Robyn with the same soft smile.
I understand Everett in that moment more than I’ve possibly understood anyone.
“You can tell me to fuck off if you want to,” I say, quietly, “but isn’t it hard to be treated so much harsher with all these strict protocols and rules?”
“It helps my anxiety,” Everett explains. “Also, being treated differently doesn’t mean being treated worse. I’ve been with Mistress for five years, whereas our sweet Kitten is much newerto all this. He needs gentle touch, whereas I don’t like much at all. My Mistress is an excellent dom at working out what we need and when. Your sir is the only person I have met who is just as good at doing that.” He gives me a long look. “But he could only give that level of intensity for one scene…a night at most. You both must be very special to him.”
Joy streams through me.
Chatting to Everett is easy in a way that I didn’t expect it would be. Eden has never had friends, but neither of us have had a community that we truly fitted into.
I’ve needed to act, play the class clown, or people please.
I don’t need to do that here.
I can show all sides of myself and not fear that I’ll be rejected.
My head is swirling with emotions.
