something you’re accustomed to. If the first time happened while you were still a child, you’ve probably assumed nothing like that can happen now that you’re an adult — you have a gun, you’re stronger, and you make better decisions.”
“Damn, you’re good.” He was exactly right. I’d always put the Sloane situation into the “you were stupid, you were a child, and you asked for it” category. I’m now an adult werewolf, the daughter of the President of the Atlanta Rolling Thunder MC chapter, and I could damned well take care of myself.
But, five humans had overpowered me and immobilized me, despite the fact I had a gun on my hip.
“I want more training,” I told him.
“We can arrange for that.”
Bash opened my apartment door as we approached it, and looked at Dawg in question.
“She feels safe at the compound. Doesn’t feel safe at home, anymore.”
Bash pulled me into his arms, held me tight, and said, “We’ll stay at the compound at night for a while, but you and I need to have a private conversation. I’ve asked Dawg to come so he can mediate.”
I relaxed into him, happy to be home since he was here, and because my house smelled like dinner was almost ready. But then my heart dropped to my stomach as I processed his last sentence, and I asked, “We need a mediator?”
“I don’t know, we might. Sometimes he understands things about you I don’t get, and sometimes he explains me to you in a way I can’t.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “Steaks are ready to come off the grill. Everything else is on the table. I want a beer, get drinks for everyone and have a seat.”
Two baked potatoes wrapped in foil were on everyone’s plate. Butter and sour cream were on the table, along with a huge platter of Texas toast. I got beer for all of us, and sat as Bash walked in with nine steaks piled high on a plate.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?” I asked him.
“Love you, too, Princess.”
Dawg chuckled at us as he put a steak on his plate and started cutting it, and I looked to him and said, “I care about you, Dawg. It isn’t exactly romantic, but it’s more than friends.” I looked at Bash. “Gonzo figured it out, and we’re probably fooling ourselves to think no one else has, especially after I let Dawg hold me and comfort me when Marlin took me to them. I know ya’ll kept him away around my dad because you were worried he’d work it out.”
“You sayin’ you want to go public with our threesome? Or are you wanting to stop it?” asked Bash.
“It isn’t just up to me. It affects all of us.”
“So that means you don’t want to stop, then?”
“If you want to stop, it ends.” I told him.
“Yeah, that’s a given. I’m asking about what you want, though.”
“I like things the way they are.”
Bash nodded to me and looked to Dawg. “And you?”
“I believe we’re all handling it well. Tink’s right about being closer to me, but she isn’t confusing stupendous orgasms with romantic love, and that’s always the biggest danger. She and I are developing our own friendship, and it seems healthy enough. Real test will probably be seeing how she reacts when I’m with another woman, though.” He looked at me. “How you gonna feel, if you walk in and see me and Gonzo sharing someone?”
“I don’t have a say in who you fuck, and seeing you with other people won’t bother me. Though, if you get serious with someone, I’ll worry it might mean you can’t come play with Bash and me anymore. It won’t be jealousy, exactly, because I won’t want the kind of relationship you’ll have with her, but… if you’re exclusive with someone, it’ll mean we lose you in our bed, so I’ll be happy for you that you’ve found someone, but also sad.”
He grinned and went back to cutting his steak. “No worries, then. I don’t do monogamous relationships.”
“Neither did I,” Bash reminded him.
“Tink’s your exception — someone you let
“Damn, you’re good.” He was exactly right. I’d always put the Sloane situation into the “you were stupid, you were a child, and you asked for it” category. I’m now an adult werewolf, the daughter of the President of the Atlanta Rolling Thunder MC chapter, and I could damned well take care of myself.
But, five humans had overpowered me and immobilized me, despite the fact I had a gun on my hip.
“I want more training,” I told him.
“We can arrange for that.”
Bash opened my apartment door as we approached it, and looked at Dawg in question.
“She feels safe at the compound. Doesn’t feel safe at home, anymore.”
Bash pulled me into his arms, held me tight, and said, “We’ll stay at the compound at night for a while, but you and I need to have a private conversation. I’ve asked Dawg to come so he can mediate.”
I relaxed into him, happy to be home since he was here, and because my house smelled like dinner was almost ready. But then my heart dropped to my stomach as I processed his last sentence, and I asked, “We need a mediator?”
“I don’t know, we might. Sometimes he understands things about you I don’t get, and sometimes he explains me to you in a way I can’t.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “Steaks are ready to come off the grill. Everything else is on the table. I want a beer, get drinks for everyone and have a seat.”
Two baked potatoes wrapped in foil were on everyone’s plate. Butter and sour cream were on the table, along with a huge platter of Texas toast. I got beer for all of us, and sat as Bash walked in with nine steaks piled high on a plate.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?” I asked him.
“Love you, too, Princess.”
Dawg chuckled at us as he put a steak on his plate and started cutting it, and I looked to him and said, “I care about you, Dawg. It isn’t exactly romantic, but it’s more than friends.” I looked at Bash. “Gonzo figured it out, and we’re probably fooling ourselves to think no one else has, especially after I let Dawg hold me and comfort me when Marlin took me to them. I know ya’ll kept him away around my dad because you were worried he’d work it out.”
“You sayin’ you want to go public with our threesome? Or are you wanting to stop it?” asked Bash.
“It isn’t just up to me. It affects all of us.”
“So that means you don’t want to stop, then?”
“If you want to stop, it ends.” I told him.
“Yeah, that’s a given. I’m asking about what you want, though.”
“I like things the way they are.”
Bash nodded to me and looked to Dawg. “And you?”
“I believe we’re all handling it well. Tink’s right about being closer to me, but she isn’t confusing stupendous orgasms with romantic love, and that’s always the biggest danger. She and I are developing our own friendship, and it seems healthy enough. Real test will probably be seeing how she reacts when I’m with another woman, though.” He looked at me. “How you gonna feel, if you walk in and see me and Gonzo sharing someone?”
“I don’t have a say in who you fuck, and seeing you with other people won’t bother me. Though, if you get serious with someone, I’ll worry it might mean you can’t come play with Bash and me anymore. It won’t be jealousy, exactly, because I won’t want the kind of relationship you’ll have with her, but… if you’re exclusive with someone, it’ll mean we lose you in our bed, so I’ll be happy for you that you’ve found someone, but also sad.”
He grinned and went back to cutting his steak. “No worries, then. I don’t do monogamous relationships.”
“Neither did I,” Bash reminded him.
“Tink’s your exception — someone you let
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