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“How did he get involved with Convington and all this?” Brooks asked.
“I also don’t know that. There are no phone records, no emails, nothing traceable that connected the two of them. All I can find is what Covington gave us, like the connection came out of thin air. I’m running some other angles; something is bound to pop up.”
“We confirmed that the house Covington set up for them is empty, completely abandoned, so I started to look into the address that was on the bank statement I found. It’s a post location that offers regular addresses instead of a P.O. box. I did some digging, and somebody comes in and picks up Larsen’s mail every Wednesday at the location. If it’s Larsen himself, I’m not sure, I haven’t accessed any kind of security camera yet.”
I nodded “It’s still worth a shot to check it out. It looks like it’s a small fishing village only about an hour away from here. It’s odd that he’d go through the trouble of cutting ties with Covington, but didn’t go very far.”
“Yeah, though it seems like he has connections in the area, so maybe he wanted to stay close by?”
“Makes just as much sense as anything. Okay, so Skye, Brooks, I want you two to go and check out this post office, stake it out till Larsen’s mail gets picked out. It’s old school, but it’s our only angle for now. Diego, keep searching, maybe we can get an actual address or visuals.”
“Got it.”
“Thank God it’s Tuesday so we don’t have to wait long,” Skye added stretching, “What time is the mail usually picked up, do you know?”
Diego looked down before answering, “Between 11 and 11:30 am.”
Brooks lips twitched. “Very prompt.”
We chatted for a few more minutes, solidifying everything we knew. Wes popped on to inform us he had some contacts that might know more about the mercenaries that had attacked Diego and Brooks house, so he was going to work on that, while we focused on Matthew. He also agreed to work with Leo and the others to try and track down Bradley, Matthew’s bio father, since it seemed like he was at the root of all of this.
Diego hung up shortly after that, and I turned to my men. “Well, it looks like we now have the afternoon to ourselves. How are you feeling, Brooks? Up for going over some checklists and having a chat about us?”
He jumped off the desk, brimming with excitement. “Fuck yes! I mean, um, yes, sir I’m up for it.”
Rolling my eyes, I took his hand in mind. “Good. I can’t wait to make this official.” I tipped his chin and kissed him lightly.
He licked his lips and rocked back on his heels. “Me too.”
CHAPTER 27
BROOKS
I satcross-legged on the super comfortable couch, Skye next to me but with some distance. As he’d said, he was just here for moral support and to help answer questions. Most of the discussion would be between Luca, Mav, and me.
Mav was sitting in the chair directly across from me, playing with his phone while we waited for Luca to come back in. I tried to keep still but it was hard. I was so excited and nervous. That lingering doubt that we were moving too fast, that Luca would walk away again, wasn’t going away. I had to remind myself that he’d been the one who’d asked to do this. He was the one carving out the time to make sure I felt solid. I only hoped that once everything was out in the open, I’d feel more secure about all this.
Luca walked in then, carrying a stack of papers. He grabbed the desk chair and wheeled it over so he was next to Mav and directly across from me.
“Okay, I printed out a few checklists and figured that would be the easiest place to start.” He handed me the first few sheets, a clipboard, and a pen.
“Just go through that. You know the drill. Green for anything that is definite, soft limits or maybes, mark as yellow, and hardlimits are red. If you’re not sure what something is or have questions about how it would apply to us before agreeing to it, just circle it, and we’ll discuss it when you’re done.”
I licked my lips. It wasn’t the first checklist I’d done, but they’d mostly been when I’d first joined a kink club or the local community. I’d never had anything long term enough for a Dom to sit down with me like this. “What about the rest of those?” I asked, pointing to the stack still in his hand.
“These will depend a lot on the answers you give there, as well as what we discuss about our dynamic and relationship.” He smiled at me. “One step at a time.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, forcing myself not to think about the other lists and focus on the one in front of me.
It was pretty standard. It asked about pain play, bondage, toys and tools. Did I want sex, and what did I want as far as sex. I marked green for all sex categories, anal, oral, both giving and receiving, hand jobs, orgasm denial, DP, and cum play. I marked fisting as yellow. I circled sharing and play outside of the dynamic because I had a few questions. Green to all the impact tools, since nothing was too extreme. Yellow to total sensory deprivation. I’d definitely need more of a discussion before that. Green to most of the bondage, but circled being completely bound and some of the more hardcore bondage options. Green to knife play with Mav and Luca only. Humiliation and degradation, I circled. We’d talked about it already, but still it wouldn’t hurt to get my limits down officially. I also circled breath play because I had some stipulations about that. Gags, blindfolds, sex toys including cages and plugs, yes, yes, and more yes. I wrote GREEN in capital letters and underlined it for primal play.
When it was all down, I was smiling. I didn’t have many hard limits because duh. Even if I was afraid of Luca breaking my heart, I trusted him and Maverick with this more than I hadanyone in the scene before. I knew they’d listen to safewords, they’d never get mad at me for saying no, and they were both aware that limits changed all the time.
With some of the tension leaving my shoulders, I handed the list to Luca, who looked it over with Maverick. While they were reading, Skye reached out and dragged me into his lap.
“I need some cuddle time. I was lonely over here.”
Skye’s hair was down, so I took the opportunity to run my fingers through it and play with it. “I will never say no to cuddles.”
