Page 58 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Jackson: Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy.
I sputter as I read the sarcastic message, my already swelling dick giving a small twitch of interest despite my embarrassment. River’s amusement is bright and happy through the bond, so I resist sending back a reply, telling Jackson to stop calling me that. If it brings River joy, I’ll endure it.
River: Jackson likes to pretend that all he’s thinking about is sex, but you know he’s really making a list of all the questions he wants to ask her. Try not to exhaust her before I get home, okay?
Jackson: I’ll be chill, don’t worry. I know how important this is and I’m not going to screw it up by talking too much. Though, maybe we could have a signal to tell me to shut up if I am?
Ambrose: I can glare at you.
River: I doubt he’d notice that. We’ll need to throw something at his face or poke him. Even that might not work.
Ambrose: Cattle prod it is.
Jackson: You guys don’t actually have one of those, do you??
The man asks a lot about our sex life for someone who claims to not want to know anything about it. I almost tell him we do, just to fuck with him.
Jackson: Nevermind, I don’t want to know.
Ambrose: In that case, why don’t I say something about Dahlia looking like she needs water or to go out?
Jackson: Oh, perfect!
Jackson: Crap, I hope she likes dogs. We can’t do this if she doesn’t like dogs.
River: That’s your dealbreaker?
Jackson: Yes! Dolly’s a part of our pack, and there’s no way I’m getting rid of her. Sorry Ambrose.
I hadn’t even considered that, but he’s right. Jackson adopted Dahlia after her previous owner—some douchebag from the law firm he worked at—was going to have her put to sleep when she injured her back. There’s no way he’d give her away, and I’d never ask him to.
Ambrose: I’ll make sure she’s not allergic or a dog hater when I’m asking about her food preferences. Anything else I should ask?
River: Do you think she’ll want to spend the night?
My stomach flips at the thought of having Camille in my bed. I told her I’d reward her for being good during her appointment, but I don’t want her to feel pressured to do anything. Or River to feel pressured, for that matter.
No, we need to take things slow. Give everyone time to get comfortable.
Ambrose: I doubt she will. She’s nervous and new to all this, and jumping into bed might be too intense for our first night all together.
River: Okay.
I can’t tell if what I feel from him through our bond is relief or disappointment. Jackson, on the other hand, is calm.
Jackson: Agreed. Though, if things go well, we’ll need to think about a nest. None of our beds are big enough for all of us, and she’s going to need a space that’s hers.
River: We’ll need to get a bigger place. I found a few listings the other day that might work.
My mouth falls open at his casual mention of looking for a new home before he’s even met Camille.
Ambrose: You were looking at homes?
River: Well, yeah. We already wanted to get a different place that was more accessible for Dahlia, so why not make sure that place also has a nice nest suite?
The way he words it is meant to be casual, but it’s a huge deal that River is incorporating Camille into plans for the future.
God, please let this work. If not for me or Jackson, for mywonderful mate who is opening his heart to possibility even after being hurt so many times in the past.
