Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
In the meantime, River and I didn’t mind shelling out the money. This was our dream. Okay, my dream. But he loved me, so it was his dream too. We weren’t retiring anytime soon, and money was good. And then…after those five years…?
It wasn’t all about the money either. Each and every one of us put in invaluable work here, from manual labor to making calls, from doing calculations to reading up on all the shit we had to learn. The list went on for days.
“This is gonna work, hon.” Greer sat down next to me and nodded firmly. “I’m not sayin’ it’s gonna be all sunshine and roses, but I believe in the concept. Most kinksters we run into wish something like this existed.”
West nodded. “Think about how many of us recommend BDSM cruises to our friends—kink-friendly vacation rentals, and clubs that are 100% about kink. And Mclean House will have all that and more—with the playrooms, the guest rooms…”
I nodded minutely.
Macklin chewed on his pizza and tilted his head. “Are we sure about the name?”
Excuse me?
“House Mclean sounds cool too,” he added.
I blanched. House Mclean? I hadn’t even considered that.
“We already bought our domain, and the website design is finished,” Lucas answered.
“Mclean House sounds better,” Colt said firmly.
I nodded again. Yeah. Mclean House sounded way better. Yeah.
“House Mclean…” River snorted quietly. “What kind of name is that?”
Macklin shook his head in amusement. “Forget I said anything.”
Yup, I was planning to.
So, yeah. Mclean House. Five years. We weren’t even halfway through the renovations, and we’d barely considered what needed to be done outside the house. We all wanted that swimming pool restored, and Colt was talking about a big deck out back and…
We had a lot to do.
Five years.
Holy shit.
Glancing around the room as we devoured the pizzas, I could tell that nobody was bullshitting about believing in the idea, but was that enough? I was fairly sure I detected at least a little nervousness in Lucian, West, and Macklin too.
We wanted this to work out. We wanted this to be our kinky future.
But little did we know just how much Mclean House would change our lives.