Page 285 of Hell Hath No Fury
“You could use the club on Wednesday afternoons. It’s usually quiet midweek, anyway, so we could just close it for an hour or two. It wouldn’t have a big impact,” he says in all seriousness.
“You think they really want to learn?”
“Why wouldn’t they? You looked fucking awesome.”
“The club would be the best place to teach them.” I muse, after the initial shock has worn off. The idea has gradually embedded and taken on a life all its own over the course of the week. “There’s plenty of room in the arena, and it does have all the kit. They might be a bit shocked. Seeing a bullwhip and going into a real life dungeon is a bit different.”
“They’re all adults.”
“True. Anyway, I’ll give it some thought in the New Year. How was your day?”
“My day was excellent. Madi and I picked up Santa’s special present for you.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll have to open it in the bedroom. Roman is getting far too inquisitive.”
“Now, I’m intrigued.”
“You’ll be more than intrigued.” He wiggles his brow suggestively. If I wasn’t already too warm, that look alone would send my body temperature rocketing. There’s a sharp knock on the door, and Will pokes his head around. I’m covered in a zillion bubbles, still I check with Jason before I wave him in.
“Come in, make yourself at home,” Jason says, his jokey tone tinged with a heavy dose of sarcasm that Will chooses to ignore. He steps in and hops up on the counter with the double sinks, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Roman’s asleep, or at least, he’s pretending to be.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, thanks, man."
“Seven times I had to read Thomas the Tank; A Snowy Surprise. Seven!” He groans, still smiling though. He clearly loves every minute of his time with his nephew. They are thick as thieves when he comes to visit.
“He does like a bedtime story. And he loves a bedtime story from Unca Will,” I tease.
“Who doesn’t love a bedtime story?” Will drops his chin and looks over at me through his long lashes. The intonation in his question is blatantly suggestive and my husband narrows his eyes at his brother.
“You want a bedtime story, Will?” I ask.
“Only if you’re reading, we’re both naked in bed, and the story ends with me—”
“Will!” Jason barks out. Will holds up his hands in apology. Still, he can’t seem to help himself, and I don’t think he’ll evergive up, not when it comes to the chance of a repeat. Although, in fairness to him and out of respect for us both, he only ever tries it on when I’m with Jason. Always testing the ground, as it were.
“What? It’s Christmas, the time of miracles.”
“And it would have to be one fucking huge miracle if you think I’m letting you play with my wife.” Jason growls.
“I didn’t say I wanted to play with your wife; I just intimated that I would like to play, all together. I’m only human, Jason.”
“You’re relentless.”
“As you would be if the situation was reversed,” Will states emphatically and unapologetically.
“Um, I’m still here, guys.” I wave, flicking some bubbles their way since they seem to have forgotten I’m in the room.
“Yes, you are.” Jason pulls his t-shirt over his head, drops his boxer shorts and kicks them across the room for the laundry fairies to pick up later, no doubt. The water rises when he steps in and eases his firm body in behind mine. His cock hardens against the crack of my butt when he kisses a line from my shoulder to my ear and whispers, “And what is your take on Will’s intimation, Mrs Sinclair?”
“Oh, no, not my decision. You know how I feel.” I scoff lightly, deadly serious that I won’t be drawn into that hot topic. This is always his decision.
“Would it make you happy to play?” His teeth graze my earlobe, and he sucks the soft flesh into his mouth and bites down.
