For the Night (The Game #15) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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I narrowed my eyes. Lucian was watching way back on the deck.

“Ain’t that sweet.” Reese smiled.

“Yeah, there’s more to it,” I said. “Do you happen to have a message from your Owner as well?”

Cam’s sheepish grin confirmed my suspicion.

I could swear, Masters were sometimes a bigger pain in the ass than a brat on a mission to raise hell.

“One final request from Master Lucian.” Cam set down the cooler next to Reese. “It’s actually from Master Greer too. They’ve been texting all morning.”

“I’m shocked,” Reese deadpanned.

Jack and August chuckled.

“Right, so, um…” Cam clasped his hands behind his back. “They really want the event to be next weekend as opposed to the weekend after. Master Greer and his family will struggle to find babysitters if you go with the second option, and we have plans to celebrate Daddy for a case he and his team won recently.”

Ah—well. I exchanged a glance with Reese. We’d had two dates floating around online to figure out what members preferred, and next weekend was a winner for the majority.

“That won’t be a problem,” Reese told the boy. “Was there anythin’ else?”

Cam shifted where he stood, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir. Master wanted to point out that you don’t have a single high-protocol Top on your planning committee.”

Lucian, I swear.

Next, Cam gestured vaguely at the cooler. “The drinks are a gift from Master so you can apply something cold to that burn. Please don’t shoot the messenger.”

Jack cracked up, and August and Reese chuckled; although, Reese’s chuckle was on the darker side.

I was busy trying to improve my eyesight so I could spy Lucian’s expression from down here. Fucking bastard.

Reese flipped open the lid on the cooler, grabbed a soda wet with condensation, and handed it back to Cam. “Here’s one for your obstinate Owner, then. He could’ve planned the event with us if he hadn’t acted like a fuckin’ child for twenty years by workin’ past his bedtime.”

I smirked, loving Reese a whole lot at the moment. “Might I add that all the high-protocol Tops want to compete in the event. Is Lucian suggesting we take on a cheater who’ll know what’s going to happen before they enter the challenge?”

Cam snickered under his breath and accepted the soda. “I’ll deliver your comebacks, Sir and Ma’am. Thank you for your time!” He was quick to leave the porch and hightail it out of here.

I shook my head in amusement.

“Not a single high-protocol Top…” Reese muttered to himself with his own headshake. “All right, let’s get some work done. Between the four of us, I think we can put Lucian in his place.”

It was a solid goal. And despite what Lucian claimed when he was a whiny prick, we had a great variety of experience right here. August had been a Daddy Dom for roughly twenty years, Jack was a master at humiliation, degradation, and mind games, I’d been a Domme and public kink speaker for over a decade, and Reese had lived and breathed BDSM since he and River had been in their early twenties.

“We have a good age range too,” August noted. “I’d like to think that matters as well. Our preferences change over time, same how we tackle events and challenges, not to mention overzealous community members.”

He made a good point.

“Agreed,” Reese replied. “It’ll be our experience and wisdom, paired with Jack’s and Pen’s younger energy.”

What the fresh fuck.

I stared at him. “Dude, you’re like two years older than me.”

“Two years wiser,” he corrected.

Yeah, I wasn’t taking the bait.

“Anyway…” Jack smirked. “I’d like to plan this event before I turn thirty-three.”

I made a whipping sound in Reese’s direction, to which he scowled.

But Jack was right. We needed to get this done. In order to host the Game next weekend, all the information had to go online by tomorrow.

“All right.” I opened a notebook and got ready to jot things down. “As fun as it would be to completely ignore requests from Greer and Lucian, they’ve had some good ideas since we decided the theme. The first one being—we’ll do an event with stations.”

Reese inclined his head and handed out drinks from the cooler. “Greer suggested a bake-off of some sort.”

I remembered that, and I glanced at August. “Can we trust the chef with that?”

“A fine idea, indeed. I’m in.” He nodded. “I take it the four of us will be judges?”

“I reckon three’s fine,” Reese said. “Y’all can judge, and I’ll run the commentary and whatever else might need attention at the same time.”

I wrote that down. “On that note, we have some volunteers already. Sloan, Lucas, and Santiago signed up to be monitors.”

“You can add Franklin to the list,” Jack supplied.

Excellent. We’d only need one or two more, depending on how many stations we ended up with. And participants. Judging by the talk online, it was going to be a popular event.


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