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Six days to go.
As long as they’re as busy as this one, I’m sure it’ll be fine, right?
Chapter Ten
Hunter
Maison and Nolan arrive exactly on time, equipped in winter coats, Maison with a duffel over his shoulder. I frown at Maison’s head. He needs a hat like Nolan’s.Is he trying to get sick?
“Where’s your hat?” I ask before I can remind myself that it’s not my place to care.
Maison’s frown is reminder enough. “I’m fine.”
Boy, you are so far from fine, but sure, okay.
“Well, come inside.” I step back with a wave of my hand. “I have drinks, if you want some. Tea, coffee, water, lemonade.”
“We have to do that again?” Maison asks while Nolan carefully removes his shoes and tucks them among all of mine. “Drink and talk? Can’t we just…skip that now?”
“It’ll be shorter, if that makes you feel better. But it’d be good to talk about last time, now that we’ve all had some time to think. I like to check in.”
Maison drops his chin as if he’s looking down at his shoes while removing them. I’m smart enough to know he’s rolling hiseyes. My hand itches to bend him over and spank him. I don’t think he’d appreciate that in the least. Not to mention that it’d be completely inappropriate.
Thankfully, despite his submissive nature, Nolan seems to be pretty damn good at handling his boyfriend. “Maison, what do you want to drink?” he asks without leaving any room for argument, in a voice that even Wells would be impressed by.
Maison shifts uneasily. “A water, I guess.”
“I—” Nolan pauses, something in his easy expression tensing. “You’re sir now, right? Does that still apply, you being my dom the minute I walk in?”
“I’d like that, yes.”
He relaxes, a small smile gracing his lips. “I’d like to get the drinks then, sir. If I may?”
God, he’s fucking perfect.
“You may. Serve them in the living room. I’ll take a lemonade. Get yourself something as well—no coffee or caffeinated tea.”
He nods and heads off to the kitchen, clearly eager to serve. Maison watches, his jaw tensing, before turning back to me with wary eyes.
“Come sit,” I say as non-dominantly as I can. I even add a soft, “Please.”
His wariness seems to get even worse, like my softness throws him off and he doesn’t like it. He goes to sit, though. I take the chair off to the side so that Nolan can sit on the couch with him if he’d like. First, though, I grab a throw pillow and place it on the floor next to where my feet will be. Maison stares at it.
“I’ll give him the choice,” I say, unable to help that it comes out a little defensively. “If he wants to kneel, he should be able to. Just like him wanting to serve drinks.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
I suppress a sigh, wishing I could get him to relax without needing to give him a mind-blowing orgasm first. For Nolan,orders and kneeling will take the weight off him, but with Maison…I don’t know what will help him. I don’t know if he would even let me if I figured out how.
I suppose all I can do is focus on Nolan and let Maison find his own way alongside us.
That lasts about twenty seconds.
“How have things been since the last time you were here?”
Maison scowls. “Fine. Good. He’s good.”
“Good, I’m glad.” I tilt my head. “And you?”