by Tara Sue Me
“No to Evan Martin, he’s a bit too flippant for my taste.” He was a good Dominant, but I didn’t care for his juvenile behavior outside the playroom. “William Greene I could talk to. Cole’s out. He told me he doesn’t serve as third for people he’s in a group with.”
“Just as well,” she said, but didn’t expand further. “And who were you thinking of if we went outside the Partners group?”
“There are several people I had in mind, but the one I think would be the best is Luke.”
“Oh,” she said, a look of mild shock in her expression. “I hadn’t thought about him.” She was quiet for a minute. “But he makes sense.”
“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted you to think about it.”
“I wonder if it’d be strange if we asked someone from the Group. Would it make things weird when I saw them in the future? Like, would that be the first thing to pop into my head when I saw them?”
“It would only be as weird as you let it be. If you tell yourself it was just a scene, an experience, it might not be that weird. But you also need to think about the future. If we asked William and then months from now, he had a serious relationship, would you feel strange having played with him before?”
“I don’t know. When we’re with our New York group, we’re with women you played with and it’s not odd for me.”
“Yes, but it’s been years since I’ve played with anyone else.” There were only two women still in the New York group whom I’d played with in the past. The rest had moved away or joined another group. “If we pick someone here in Wilmington, you’ll see them frequently.”
Talking about the New York group made me wonder if Charlene was in a group. Abby and I hadn’t been to a meeting with them since before Henry was born. Was it possible she was in our New York group now? I probably needed to find out before Abby and I did anything with them again. And I didn’t have to think about just how weird it would be if Charlene was in the group. Seeing one of my employees naked wasn’t something I wanted to do. Not to mention, I didn’t even want to think about what Abby would say if she saw her at a function.
Abby broke into my train of thought by saying, “I’m thinking it might be too strange to play with someone from the Partners group.”
“In that case, what do you think of Luke?” I asked.
She was silent again before answering, “I don’t know. Let me think on that. Would it create tension between me and Meagan?”
“You wouldn’t have to tell her. In fact, I don’t really see why you would. It’s not any of her business.”
She nodded idly. “How soon?”
How soon would you like? The question hovered on my lips. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you think about if you’d like the third to be Luke and once we decide on that, we’ll worry about a time?”
“Will you tell me what your plans are for the scene?”
I smiled in spite of my thoughts. “Have I ever told you ahead of time what I plan to do in a scene?”
“Well, no. I just—”
“Then why would I start now?”
She looked as if she’d just been caught stealing a cookie. I had to hand it to her, she usually tried to slyly get information out of me. It never worked. But she was persistent.
“You know me too well when I’m trying to be sneaky,” she said. “Maybe I should distract you with sex next time.”
“You’re more than welcome to try.” I stood up. “I’m going to take Apollo outside if you’d like to distract me in the backyard.”
I hadn’t gone too far down the hall when I heard her footsteps following me and I smiled at the thought of the fun we’d have outside.
Chapter Twelve
ABBY
The weather the weekend of Jeff and Dena’s wedding was like one of those summer days you wished would never end. Though it had been a hot summer, the meteorologist’s forecast predicted a comfortable seventy degrees with a light breeze. The reception was planned to be held outside at a country club, and Dena had been worried all week it would end up raining anyway.
“This is perfect weather for the reception,” I said to Julie as we sat in a small room at the back of the church helping Dena.
“Did you and Nathaniel get married in the summer?” she asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “In the winter, but our wedding was perfect. I wouldn’t change anything.”
“As it should be,” she agreed.
I looked over to Dena. The wedding wasn’t for another hour, but she was dressed and ready. Her makeup and hair looked perfect. Her outside was radiant. Inside was a different story. She shifted from one foot to the other, refusing to sit down, and her eyes kept glancing at the clock. I was just getting ready to ask her if she was okay when she spoke first.
“Say something,” she begged us, looking from me to Julie to Sasha to her Domme friend, Kelly, and back to me again. “Anything.”
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous,” Kelly said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re finally marrying Jeff.”
Dena shook her head. “I’m not nervous about Jeff. It’s my dad.”
“He decided to come?” I asked. Last I heard, Senator Jenkins had made it crystal clear he would not be present today. I wasn’t sure why Dena’s father didn’t like Jeff. What wasn’t to like about him?
“No, Mom called and said he was feeling light-headed and disoriented.” She took a deep breath. “She knows today’s my wedding day and that Jeff and I are going away for a week. I swear that man will end up in the hospital today just to spite me.”
“Oh my God,” Julie said, the rest of us being unable to find words. “How long have you known and why didn’t you tell us?”
“I figured she was just making it up, but the longer I sit here, the more I think, What if he’s really sick and I don’t go? I need Jeff.”
“Have you told him?” I asked.
“No, I don’t want it to spoil his day even if it spoils mine.”
Kelly looked at me over Dena’s head and mouthed, Go get him.
I nodded and left the room before Dena could try and stop me.
Nathaniel and Cole stood in the hallway outside the room Daniel and Jeff were in. The two men were laughing over something, but their expressions sobered when they saw me.
“Abby?” Nathaniel said, crossing the last few steps as quickly as he could. “What’s wrong?”
I nodded toward the closed door. “Is Jeff in there? Dena needs him.”
“Before the wedding?” Cole asked. “Isn’t that against the rules?”
“Her mother called and said her dad is having some neurological symptoms. Dena didn’t tell anyone and now she’s freaking out.”
“Bloody hell,” Cole said.
Nathaniel knocked on the door. “Jeff? We need you out here.”
The door opened and Jeff looked out into the hallway, all smiles and happiness. At least until he saw me. “Is Dena okay? Is it the baby?”
“Senator Jenkins,” I said. “He—”
“He’s here?”
“No, Dena’s mom called and said he’s light-headed and disoriented.” At my words, he started walking down the hall to where the women were getting ready. I walked after him. “She just told us, I don’t know how long ago she got the call.”
He knocked on the door. “Angel?”
Kelly let him in, motioning for Julie and Sasha to join us in the hallway, leaving the couple alone. I saw Dena stand and Jeff’s arms encircle her before the door closed. The rest of us stood in the hallway, not saying anything, not really knowing what to say.
I didn’t know the senator. I’d only heard bits and pieces through gossip. I couldn’t imagine he would pretend to have neurological problems just to cause his daughter stress on her wedding day. But that was the funny thing about people, you never really knew what they were capable of.
“If he’s faking, I’ll fucking kill him,” Cole said. “Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to her?”
“He probably doesn’t care,” Daniel said. “It’s killing him she’s marrying Jeff. Hasn’t even said anything to her about the baby, his own grandchild. And he has to know what losing the last one did to her.”
“I just want her to be happy.” Julie moved to stand next to Daniel and he put his arm around her. “That guy is toxic. And so is her mom for putting up with it.”
“Let’s not lynch the man yet,” Nathaniel said. “We haven’t heard the whole story and it is possible he’s actually having some sort of neurological episode.”
“Odds are he’s faking. I’ve had his number for years. It doesn’t surprise me at all he’s pulling something like this,” Kelly said.
“That may well be the case, but let’s wait until we know something more definitive.”
No one particularly looked as though they wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt. For several long minutes we stood, silently watching the closed door and waiting not so patiently for it to open.
We all jumped forward when it cracked open and Jeff waved us inside.
“Dena called the senator’s housekeeper,” Jeff said. “Miss May has always held a special place in her heart for Dena.”
“Thank goodness for Miss May,” Dena said, and she looked so much calmer than she had a few minutes earlier. “I called her cell phone and made sure she wasn’t near Mom and Dad. She said Dad took some new medicine and he’s reacting badly to it, but they’ve called his doctor and he’s going to be fine.”
“Did your mom know it was only a side effect of the medication when she called you?” Julie asked.
“I don’t know,” Dena said. “And to be honest, I’m going to try and put it out of my mind.” She smiled up at Jeff. “I think I’ve spent enough time on Senator Jenkins for one day. I have more important things to do.”
“That you do, my Angel.” Jeff bent his head, as if he was going to kiss her, but Daniel pulled him away.
“None of that just yet. Wait until you’re pronounced man and wife,” Daniel said, and led Jeff toward the door.
“Ass,” Jeff said, but let himself be carried away. “I’ll remember this.”
When the men left, a calm peace settled over us. Dena was no longer stressed and she finally had the radiant look of someone about to marry her soul mate.
“It’s time, you guys,” Julie said, about fifteen minutes later.
We walked out alongside Dena with Sasha carrying her train. Because her father wouldn’t walk her down the aisle, there had been much debate about who she should walk with. All things considered, she finally decided to walk by herself.
“I walk down alone, give myself to Jeff, and we walk out together,” she’d said. “I like the symbolism of that.”
She looked stunning as she walked down the aisle. She’d chosen a strapless gown that gathered high above the waist. The fabric encircling her torso gave the appearance of a corset, and also served to showcase the pleated folds that draped gracefully down her tall frame.
With her hair pulled up and her long neck adorned by Jeff’s black-and-silver collar, she looked like a goddess. Or an angel, as her soon-to-be husband called her.
The man in question stood at the front of the church grinning bigger than I thought he could. His eyes were locked on her as she slowly made her way down the aisle. Their emotion was so vividly displayed in their expressions, my heart ached with joy and I brushed a stray tear from my cheek.
“I love you, Angel,” I saw him whisper.
I looked to my side and saw Nathaniel watching me. Like everyone else, I couldn’t go to a wedding without thinking back to my own. We had married in the winter, in a church about the same size as the one we were currently in. I was a fortunate woman to have my husband of so many years still look at me with a love and desire that had only grown since our wedding day.
As Dena and Jeff repeated their vows, I whispered in my heart my own back to Nathaniel.
“Do you take this man?”
Yes, yes, a million times, yes.
“For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health?”
Anyway, anytime, anyhow.
“To love and to cherish …”
With all that I am.
“Until death do you part?”
Until then and for whatever comes after.
Daniel came up to us at the reception. “You guys ready for the conference next weekend?”
“I can’t wait,” I said, before Nathaniel could say anything. “Listening to Nathaniel give his talk, seeing everyone again and the party after? Yes, I’m so ready.”
Daniel laughed, throwing his head back slightly. “I need to go get Julie over here and let your enthusiasm rub off on her. She’s a bit apprehensive.”
“Well, it’s her first one, right?” I asked. “And she’s never played outside the Partners group?”
“Both true,” he said.
I looked up at Nathaniel. “Do you mind if I go talk to Julie?” I had seen her earlier with Sasha and Kelly. Right now the three of them were talking with Dena.
“Go on, my lovely. I’ll be right here.”
I rose on my toes and kissed his cheek and then trotted over to the girls. I hugged Dena first.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Parks. You look beautiful.”
She positively glowed and happy tears filled her eyes. “Thanks, Abby. I feel like the happiest, luckiest, most fortunate woman in the world.”
“As you should,” I said with a smile, still remembering my own wedding day. “And I bet if we asked that handsome groom of yours, he’d say the same.”
She looked over to where Jeff was talking with Cole. He must have felt the weight of her stare, because he turned his head and looked our way. His eyes met his new wife’s and he mouthed, I love you. Dena blew him a kiss.
Cole, too, was full of smiles, though I did see his jaw tighten when he saw Sasha. I don’t think anyone else noticed it. Surely not Dena, who suddenly said, “Okay, I have to go touch him, make sure this is real. Half the time I feel like I’m living in a dream.”
She walked over to Jeff, who put his arms around her and drew her close for a kiss. He reached down and gently touched her belly. Dena nodded.
Beside me, Julie sighed. “They’re so happy. It gives me chills watching them.”
I smiled and nodded in agreement and we watched them for several minutes before I spoke again. “How do you feel about next weekend?”
“Half nervous. Half excited.” Julie turned from the newly-weds. “How was it when you first played in public?”
I thought back to my early days with Nathaniel. “When people knew what we were doing or when we were so sly they had no idea?”
“Sounds like you have a few stories to tell.”
I thought she would probably get a kick out of hearing about the Super Bowl.
But at that moment, Daniel came up. “I’m going to steal this gorgeous woman away from you, Abby.”
“Bye, Abby!” Julie laughed as he took her hand and pulled her away, a huge grin on his face.
I had a feeling another wedding wasn’t too far away.
Chapter Thirteen
ABBY
The Tuesday night after the wedding, Nathaniel collared me when he got home. He’d told me the day before he would do it because we were having Luke DeVaan over for dinner. Also as part of our experiment with different protocol levels, we’d agreed that Tuesday evening would be high protocol. At least it would be once the children were in bed.
So far it was okay, but I could already tell it wasn’t anything I wanted to do on a more permanent basis. I felt it was too restrictive to do all the time.
After Luke arrived, I went to check on Lynne and the kids. We were doing a trial week, just to make sure we all wanted to have her move in full-time. So far, it was working out beautifully. Satisfied they were all happy and well into the bedtime routine, I slipped into the living room as silently as I could and dropped to my knees beside Nathaniel. He didn’t stop talking
with Luke, but rested his hand on the top of my head and stroked the back of my neck. My head was down, so I couldn’t see Luke. I closed my eyes as the men talked and in doing so felt the stress of the day drain away.
“Thank you for joining us, Abigail,” Nathaniel said sometime later. “Everything good upstairs?”
“Yes, Master,” I said with my head still down. “The children are great and Elizabeth asked if Lynne could stay forever.”
Nathaniel chuckled. “Lynne’s part of our New York group. She’s staying this week as a potential nanny,” he explained to Luke.
“She must be the lovely lady I saw heading up the stairs when I arrived.”
“Yes, that was her,” Nathaniel said. “Apparently, everyone’s hitting it off well.” He stroked my neck one more time and said, “Do you need to check on dinner, Abigail?”
“Yes, Master. But I wanted to come in here first to see if you and Master DeVaan needed anything.”
“Unless Master DeVaan needs something, I’m good. You can do what you need to do in order to finish dinner. We’ll be in the dining room in fifteen minutes unless you tell us differently.”
He’d told me earlier that even though it was a high-protocol evening, while we were eating dinner with Luke at the dining room table I could assume kitchen table behavior. I appreciated that he was stepping down the protocol level for dinner.
“Thank you, Master.” I bent low and kissed his right foot.
“You’re excused, Abigail.”
I stood as gracefully as possible and went to check on dinner. I’d roasted a turkey using a recipe I’d gotten from Dena. She said Jeff made it and it was the best turkey she’d ever had. I had to agree, it smelled wonderful. Hopefully, it would taste just as good. I served it along with a squash and quinoa gratin and a big salad. I quickly set the table for three and then stood and waited by Nathaniel’s chair.