“I thought you said Jason was a brat,” I said, slipping out of the harness as Vincent parked in the garage. The white Z was parked right next to us, and the damage that had been done to it was now repaired. The Mustang and the El Camino, on the other hand, were still sporting some large dents, but their windows and tires had been replaced. “Honestly, who uses that paddle more: you, or him?”

“I do, but that means he’s eager for a turn on the other end of it,” Vincent said. “Make sure you put on those ears and collar before we go inside. They’re going to expect you to be fully dressed.”

I did as he said, the collar jingling with every step across the yard. I was greeted by a blast of blessedly cool air and some very excited dogs as we stepped into the house. I expected Manson and Lucas to be in the garage, but Manson called to me from the living room as I knelt down to give some love to Jojo and Haribo.

“Let’s see that little dress you’re stuck in, Jess!”

I pursed my lips at how amused he sounded. I walked into the living room with Vincent right behind me, to find Manson and Lucas sprawled out on the sectional sofa. Lucas had one leg thrown on top of Manson’s, game controllers clutched in both their hands. The TV showed a game menu for something involving bright characters and big guns.

“Well, goddamn…” Manson got to his feet, circling me slowly. “I didn’t understand the appeal of the ears before, but I think I get it now.”

“Have I unlocked a new kink, Manson?” I said. He was dressed casually today in black joggers and a ribbed white undershirt, but not even his relaxed clothes could stop me from staring. He hooked his finger on my collar, tugging me closer.

“Unlocked a new one…maybe,” he said. “You’ve definitely catered to an old one. I like this collar on you. I should put you in collars more often.”

Lucas hadn’t gotten up from the couch, but he leaned forward as he said, “Give me a little twirl, let’s see the back.”

I obeyed, unable to resist a cheeky smirk as I turned and slightly bent forward, giving him the best view of my ass beneath the tiny skirt. He exhaled aggressively, like a bull snorting before he charged.

“Someone is going to have to rip that thing off you,” he said, his gravel tone telling me he’d prefer to be the one to do it.

“And that someone is right upstairs,” Vincent reminded him. “Jason’s never going to get her in one piece if you pervs keep drooling.” He steered me out of the room and back into the hall as Lucas threw up his hands in protest.