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Xavier gave him a surprised look. “You mean you two haven’t had sex?”
Brick shook his head. “Not yet. We’ve played around a bit, but nothing more.”
That made perfect sense.
He let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of hope and rightness. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
“Then yeah, I’m in. I’m completely in.”
“Good, then let’s go over some rules.”
“Angelique, if you don’t drink your water then you won’t get any cake,” Juliet scolded her naughty doll.
“Angelique is being naughty again, huh?” Brick asked.
She didn’t look behind her as she was too busy dealing with Angelique. “When isn’t she naughty, Daddy?”
“Rather like some other little girl I know.”
“Missy? She’s not as naughty.”
“I think he meant you, Twink,” an amused voice added.
With a gasp, she turned and saw Xavier standing in the playroom with Brick. She flushed red. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her in Little space before. But it felt different with Brick here.
Wait. Why were they here together?
Brick had been acting a bit odd lately. But she’d put it down to her own headspace. She’d been sad since Xavier said he was leaving. But it wasn’t like she had any right to try and hold him here.
She stared from one to the other. “Xavier? I didn’t know you were here.”
“I invited him over.” Brick shocked her with that news. Did this have something to do with him having to go out last night and today? “That okay?”
“Yes, of course. I . . . are you staying for dinner?”
“I thought he could stay the night.” Brick moved into the room then kissed her gently on the lips.
She glanced over at Xavier, who had moved to the sofa as though he belonged here. Well, he’d been here often enough. But this was still kind of weird.
“I like your outfit, Twink,” Xavier told her, running his gaze over her with a nod. “Cute.”
“Been trying to get her to wear something other than black dresses that cover her,” Brick told him. “But she won’t wear anything out of the playroom.”
“Maybe take it in baby steps. Why don’t you wear that to dinner?” Xavier asked her.
What was going on? Why were they talking like this?
“It’s only going to be us,” Brick told her. “Elias and Sterling are having dinner in the pool house. Which means I’m cooking, unfortunately.”
“I could cook,” Xavier offered.
“Perfect.”
Juliet moved over to Brick, grabbing hold of his shirt. The move wasn’t lost on Xavier who narrowed his gaze at her. But she tugged at Brick, who leaned down.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
“Trust me?”
