Page 33 of B is for Beg

“Exactly.”

We both nod.

“He’ll probably get bored of us after a couple of sessions,” Gabe says.

“Maybe four. Two Doms means double the fun, right?”

Gabe chuckles. “Yes.”

“For him,” I add quickly.

“Yes, of course. For him. We’ll keep Blake between us. We never even need to touch.”

My stomach flip-flops. Is that what I want? Oh hell, I’ve no fucking cluewhatI want.

Gabe runs his thumb over his phone. “Shall I text him? To see if he’s still interested?”

“Sure.”

I watch as Gabe taps out a message, wondering what reply I’m hoping for from Blake. I definitely wouldn’t say no to hooking up with him again, but this whole situation with Gabe thrown into the mix is weird. Good weird, I think, but weird nonetheless.

The second Gabe puts his phone down, it pings. He checks the message and then, grinning, turns his phone around so I can see too. I read what Gabe wrote before I check Blake’s reply.

Gabe:Had fun last night. Do you want to do it again?

Blake:Have two hot guys fawning all over me again? Yes, please.

“Well, that’s clear,” I say.

“Yes.” He starts typing on his phone again.

A couple of seconds later, my phone pings with a message. Frowning, I check it. It might be Ivy letting me know my client has arrived early. I chuckle when I see that Gabe has pulled me into a group conversation with him and Blake on a messaging app.

Gabe:If we’re going to play again, we should probably discuss some ground rules first.

Blake:Didn’t we do that last night?

Gabe:Yes, but it won’t hurt to revisit them. Playing as a triad is new to us all. I wouldn’t want to get carried away and accidentally hurt you.

I blow out a short breath, remembering how I smacked Blake too hard last night. Gabe winces and mouths ”I’m sorry.” I shrug. What’s done is done. I can only do better from now on.

Cal:I agree. Should we meet up and discuss this in person?

Gabe:Over dinner?

Cal:Maybe we should eat after we play?

I glance up at Gabe. “You realise this is pretty sad, sitting opposite each other but talking by text?”

He shrugs. “It’s easier this way. Besides, there are things I can say in text that I might not want to say out loud in the middle of a coffee shop.”

“Oh?”

Blake:Talk, play, dinner. Sounds good. When and where?

Gabe:Tonight, at mine? Unless you’d feel safer if we came to yours?

Blake:I’m happy coming to yours. I trust you. Both of you.