Waiting for Keegan to arrive didn’t give meany peace or answers, but as he bounced into the house, I couldn’t help butsmile. “I’m starving.”
Laughing, I closed the door and wrapped myarms around him. “The pizza just got here. That’s why I was so close to thedoor.”
He turned his head to see the box sittingon the hall table. “What did you get?”
The food was clearly the most importantthing to him, giving me a better idea about how long it’d been since he’d eatensomething. “Sausage and peppers.”
“Yum.” He gave me a wiggly hug beforeturning back to the food. “And I bet it’s still hot.”
Laughing, I took his hint. “Alright, putyour bag at the bottom of the stairs and I’ll bring the food into the livingroom.”
Obeying excitedly, he gave me a quick kissbefore hurrying to put his bag down. As I headed into the living room and setthe box on the coffee table, he bounced in, entirely too awake for as late asit was. “What can I do to help?”
He was too excited to tell him to just sitdown, so I gestured toward the kitchen. “Come help me grab the drinks.”
“This is a very white house.” His eyes dartedaround before coming back to me.
I just shrugged. “Um, the real estate agentsaid it was a very classic look?”
Or something like that.
Keegan was nodding, but the look on hisface said he was trying to hold back his real opinion. I pointed back to thecouch as we walked through to the kitchen. “The couch is black.”
That went with white.
Right?
Focusing on the ceiling, I pointed towardthe small windows high up on the tall walls. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’repositioned just right to catch the perfect light in the winter. They light upthe whole house.”
That was more important than white walls.
Keegan beamed, nodding as he stared up atthe ceiling. “I can see why you like it.”
Pointing out my favorite features as wegrabbed waters and napkins, I kept chatting as we headed back out to the livingroom. As we put everything on the table and I sat down on the couch, I had tolaugh as Keegan plopped down on my lap.
“This is much better.” He kissed my cheekand snuggled closer. “If you’re holding me, then you can’t really be frustratedwith me.”
“Is that how it works?” Holding him mightnot be the perfect way to keep me from getting frustrated, but his smile andthe way he was snuggling up to me would do wonders.
“Yes.” He gave me another beaming smile ashe reached out and shifted the box so he could see the food. I just watched ashe analyzed it and picked one piece before bringing it up to feed me. “And ifI’m being sweet and helpful, it will be even harder to stay frustrated withme.”
That sounded a bit too much like he wasquoting someone else, but I just chewed and enjoyed watching the way his mindworked. As I swallowed, he fed me again and started to chatter. “Julian saidI’m supposed to ask you what you want out of this and really listen to you, butyou don’t want to stop seeing me, do you?”
I knew I was being tenderly, if notmasterfully, manipulated, but it was too cute to call him on it.
Even if I wanted to, though, it would’vebeen impossible because he kept feeding me as he chattered. “There are a lot ofways to make this work. Dating separately and having different nights andacceptable rules would be one way to handle it, but when you talk to Julian—hesaid you were going to dinner tomorrow—I think you two should talk about us alldating together.”
Somehow the bite went down the wrong pipe,and I ended up coughing and choking. When I could finally breathe again, Keeganreached over and got me a bottle of water. As I sipped, he studied me closely.
“I’m the perfect solution. Neither of youwould have to compromise and you could both keep me and I could keep you and Ithink I’d like having two Doms.” His eyes widened eagerly as I didn’timmediately say no. “Oh, and I think I’d like to try taking you both at thesame time. But we can put that on a ‘maybe’ list if it would make youuncomfortable to be that naked with Julian until you’ve worked on yourrelationship with him.”
Somehow water came out my nose and Istarted coughing, unable to catch my breath. It didn’t help when he stood andstarted pounding on my back like I was a two-year-old who’d swallowed a Lego.Laughter did not help my ability to breathe.
He was clearly trying to kill me.
Chapter 7
Keegan
