They both looked up at once.
“There she is,” Ian said with a sexy smirk. “Come over here, little fairy. Keep us company.”
To my surprise, my legs worked as I moved toward them.
Ian patted the countertop on the center island.
Before I could try to hop up, he lifted me easily, setting me on the cold granite.
“Since you’re vegetarian and not vegan, I’m making pancakes for you,” Isaac stated as he turned to another bowl he was adding oil to.
“How did you know?” I asked, glancing between the two of them.
Ian was the one who answered. “You didn’t have a problem with egg noodles, but you bypassed the beef tips last night. Educated guess, you could call it.”
I laughed. “Good guess. I do eat eggs and dairy.”
“I assume that makes Dante a vegan?” Ian asked.
Wow. They were far more perceptive than I’d given them credit for. “It does.”
He smiled. “One of the reasons you call him panda bear, huh?”
I nodded. “PB for short. That and because he’s beautiful, has such endearing qualities, and as far as I’m concerned, he’s an endangered species. Not many as sweet as him in the world.”
Isaac was staring at me. “You love him.”
It wasn’t a question, but I felt compelled to confirm. “Yes. I do.”
Ian winked. “Good to know.”
They worked side by side easily, picking up where the other left off multiple times. It was thrilling to see their unique dynamic. Though I’d known twins, I’d never seen two who were quite as connected as they were. It was almost eerie.
“Do I smell bacon? Please tell me I do.” Heaven stumbled into the room, her hands working to pull her hair back.
“You definitely do,” Ian said with a grin. “Sleep well?”
“Very. Thanks.”
“Why don’t you get plates and forks,” Ian suggested.
“I… Yeah.” Heaven’s gaze slammed into mine, a hint of what could only be described as confusion reflected there.
As though breaking from her weird trance, Heaven began to hum, sliding between them to reach for plates and silverware. They worked around her, patting her ass when she moved by. A couple of times Heaven’s eyes shot to mine and I could tell she wondered whether I had noticed.
Did it bother her?
Ian and Isaac didn’t seem to notice. Every so often, one of them would brush against my leg, another’s hand would slide over my thigh. As though this was a completely natural situation.
“Two minutes,” Isaac said. “We’ll eat on the back patio. Could one of you get the coffee? The other can go get Dante.”
“Of course, my Liege,” I said quickly.
Ian’s gaze shot to mine and I smiled at the approval I saw there.
I hopped off the counter, then turned toward the coffeepot as Heaven did the same.
“I’ll … uh… I’ll go get Dante,” she said quickly, before racing out of the room.
I stared after her, unsure what was going on.
IAN
“Dante said he’ll skip breakfast,” Heaven informed us when she returned a couple of minutes later.
“I’ll talk to him,” Everly offered.
“No,” I said firmly. “I will. You three go eat.”
Isaac glanced my way briefly, nodded before helping the women carry the food outside.
I headed toward the wing of the house I’d put Dante in. When I’d chosen the room for him, I hadn’t done it to separate him from the rest of us. I had sensed he’d needed space, time apart. And by doing so, I had given him some privacy. I had to wonder now whether that had been an ill choice.
His door was closed, so I rapped my knuckles on it but didn’t bother waiting for a response before I stepped inside.
“Morning,” I greeted.
He wasn’t asleep, but he was sprawled on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, the sheet pulled up to his navel. “I’m not hungry.”
“Good,” I said, keeping my tone hard. “Because I didn’t ask.”
That got his attention.
Dark blue eyes shot toward me. In them was something I was used to seeing from true submissives, those who sought a full-time Dominant in their life. There was need there, a desire for something I suspected had been lacking from this man’s life for far too long.
I moved across the room, took a seat in the chair in the corner.
“Come here,” I ordered.
Dante got to his feet slowly, his hesitance evident. He hadn’t shaved, the blond scruff on his face, along with the squared lines of his jaw, a good look for him.
“Now,” I added, wanting to see the way his eyes dilated with pleasure.
When he approached, I pointed to the floor at my feet. “Kneel.”
Without hesitation, he lowered himself to his knees. This man was eager to prove his obedience. That much was obvious.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Who am I?”
“You’re the Dominant Everly plays with at the club.”
“One of them,” I admitted. “What has Everly told you about us?”
“That she trusts you.”
