“I don’t care who it involves,” I say with an attitude. “I need something to go off here, Cole.”
“You will be mine, but I will freely share you,” he says bluntly.
“Excuse me?!” I ask, shocked.
“Again... this is a conversation that needs to happen inside with everyone else,” he says. “I want you to have all of the information first, and that can’t happen out here.”
“Okay,” I say after a second.
I follow Cole inside and everyone that showed up last week is here. Alex is off by himself but paying attention. Everyone else is together near the couch and chairs. Cole points for me to sit on the couch and he sits across from me on the coffee table.
“I’m going to be very blunt with you because… well, I don’t think you’ll listen to me otherwise,” he says, and I smile.
“You make me sound stubborn,” I say, and Finn laughs this time.
“Riley, you argued with me over getting a shorter break because you were bored,” Finn says.
“That’s fair,” I shrug. “Let’s hear it.”
“Okay, so when I say you’ll be mine, I mean that in the sense that you and I will be dating. You have absolutely no obligation to let anyone touch you. That includes me,” he says.
“But?” I prompt.
“But if you agree… they have free use of you, so long as your safe word and boundaries are respected,” he says.
“By free use youmean….”
“I mean you will get fucked by all eight of us,” he says. “Alex isn’t allowed to touch until he is a fully patched member.”
“So… I’m tiny compared to you all,” I say and he smirks.
“We won’t hurt you,” he says.
“Cole, sweetie. Define hurt, because I was sore for three days after you damn near killed me.”
“Not everyone will take you the same way, for one. Two, not everyone fucks like I do,” he says.
“Anything else I should know? You look like you’re holding back,” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “I want you to move in.”
“Like… permanently?” I ask and he nods. “Why?”
“Because I want you in my bed at night and I want to take care of you,” he says. “You won’t have to work. You can help me if you wish, but you won’t be obligated to anything specific.”
“Any rules?” I ask.
“This isn’t a prison, little canary. This would be your home,” he says before kissing my hand.
“So, I can change my mind and leave if I want?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “This isn’t like sex slavery. This is me asking you to be willing to dive in headfirst but also to let my friends fuck you.”
“And everyone is clean?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“What happens if I end up pregnant?” I ask. “I take birth control, but anything can happen.”