Eliot led the way into the kitchen; he knew his way around having been here many times. He and Dash had been friends with Rick since they were eight, when Rick had moved to the small town Dash and Eliot had grown up in. Dash and Eliot were as close as brothers. And they’d hated Rick on sight. That was, until the day he’d helped them rescue a trapped dog.
Dash, who had always loved animals, had quickly befriended him. Eliot had been slower to trust the other boy, but soon he’d found himself enjoying Rick’s company and the three had become inseparable.
Eliot and Rick had gone to University together while Dash had gotten a job on a ranch close by. They’d soon realized they weren’t like other college students their age. They weren’t looking to get drunk each weekend and have a series of one night stands.
The three of them had wanted real relationships. Women they could respect and who would respect them. They’d all agreed that they wanted relationships liked Eliot’s parents had had when they were alive. His father had been indulgent, kind, but very firmly in charge of his family. And his mother had adored him.
Rick and Dash came from less structured backgrounds. Rick’s father constantly travelled and when he was home he argued incessantly with his mother. Dash’s mom had split when he was little and he was raised by his father. They’d all ended up spending a lot of time at Eliot’s place as a result.
And they all used the example Eliot’s father had set for them in their own relationships. Although Eliot and Dash had put their own spin on it, deciding th
ey wanted a ménage relationship. The first time they’d shared a woman, they’d sort of just fell into it. It had been the woman’s suggestion and curious, they’d agreed. And found something they both enjoyed and craved. Sharing a woman meant they could truly ensure her happiness and safety. Plus, they could shower her with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Eliot saw Addy reaching up to place a plate in the top cupboard. Her dress rode up, giving him an eyeful of creamy thigh. He wondered if her butt was still red from her spanking last night. She had pale skin that reddened quickly.
Her long, dark hair fell down her back in soft waves. He loved nothing more than having her sit on the floor between his legs as he brushed her hair while Dash lay beside her, his head in her lap.
“Hey, baby,” he drawled.
She turned with a gasp then launched herself into Eliot’s arms. He caught her, pulling her tight against his chest and kissing the top of her head, breathing in her scent. Jesus, it had only been one night yet he missed her so much. He handed her over to Dash who gave her a long, deep kiss.
“I missed you, both of you,” she exclaimed tearfully. “I’m so sorry I disobeyed you.”
Dash patted her bottom heavily and she winced. “We missed you too, although I’m sure Rick took good care of you.”
She sighed. “Yeah, too good. That man sure wields a mean hairbrush.”
“And that’s just a warm-up,” Dash proclaimed ominously. “You’ve got more coming to you at home.”
“You ready to go home, baby?” Eliot asked as she pouted prettily.
She nodded. They stopped to say a quick goodbye to Rick and Michelle, who groaned in embarrassment. Eliot took Addy’s hand, leading her to the back seat. He helped her inside before buckling her seatbelt.
“Okay, little girl? he asked.
She nodded, looking shy. Eliot couldn’t wait to take the next step in their relationship, for Addy to finally just let go and let the little girl inside her out. Rick was the one who’d introduced him to age play. Eliot had been a bit obsessed by it ever since.
He longed to take care of baby Addy. But he knew he had to be patient, to ease her into it. It wasn’t easy letting someone else be so totally in charge, to be so vulnerable. He’d never push her. But he and Dash were ready; they were just waiting for Addy to realize that.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Eliot stilled, hearing Dash draw in a deep breath. Eliot brushed Addy’s long, dark hair from her face and leaning down, kissed her.
“You make me so happy, baby girl,” he whispered.
Addy smiled shyly. Damn, she was gorgeous with her black hair, her dark blue eyes and that alabaster skin. And so delicate. She was tiny compared to him and Dash. Especially Dash who stood well over six feet. Eliot knew Dash had been terrified of hurting her for a start, but Addy was tougher than she looked.
And a lot more delicate than she thought she was. Sometimes she seemed to think she was invincible, and the risks she often took with her health and safety drove him and Dash nuts. And more often than not had them reaching for a paddle or hairbrush or whatever was handy to make sure she understood just what was acceptable.
Eliot knew her fearlessness came from spending many of her formative years sick and unable to do things normal kids did. Still, there was no way he was ever going to condone her climbing high trees or ice-skating on their pond towards the end of winter.
He didn’t even like her being outside during winter. Addy had an immune deficiency which meant she got sick easily. He hated it when she was ill, coughing heavily with pneumonia or croaking hoarsely with laryngitis. Still, he tried not to be too overprotective.
And sometimes he managed it. Often times not. Dash was even worse than he was. But she was their wife, more precious than anything in their lives and they couldn’t stand the thought of ever losing her.
Dash started the truck and drove them quickly toward the ranch, while Eliot peered over his shoulder at Addy.
“How are you feeling? Did you get a good sleep?” he asked with concern. Addy couldn’t afford to get rundown, keeping her well rested and well fed fell on his and Dash’s shoulders, a responsibility they willingly took on.
She shrugged, looking tired. “I missed you guys, but I guess I slept all right considering.”