Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
And they clearly needed me…it definitely wasn’t difficult to see why they needed a third and would never have worked without me.
8
HARLEY
He.
I.
Papa.
Wow.
“I’m not going to use words like fuck around Harley. He’s sweet. I’ll fuck you and I’ll make love to him when he’s ready.” Papa’s tone made it sound like he thought that was obvious and imagining him saying duh to Daddy had my head clearing.
It’d be funny.
“You can do both. Sweet doesn’t mean just love making.” Daddy was definitely ready to say duh to Papa based on how he was rolling his eyes. “Just because he can’t ask for it yet doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.”
Were they really arguing over how to…do that with me?
To me?
It was hard to tell, but I’d be okay with it either way.
“He doesn’t have much experience with either, so we’re going to start with love making and then give him a chance to explore different types of sexual situations.” Papa was stroking my back but glaring at Daddy. It was kind of confusing but I liked being cuddled.
“Unless he’s lived in a convent or cult, he’s got a computer and has an idea about what he wants.” Daddy made those options sound so reasonable I wanted to ask where he’d grown up, but he kept lecturing Papa before I decided if I could verbalize my questions. “We need to take his desires into consideration. What if he wants to be fucked?”
I’d kind of thought the difference between those two things were only in fiction but they clearly didn’t think that.
Was one rougher than the other?
Harder?
I knew porn and romance novels were fantasy, but the closest I’d come to the real thing had been awkward and weird. Neither of the options they were discussing matched what I could relate to. So I stayed quiet and let them figure it out.
Judging by the way Daddy had wiggled on me and how Papa made my body flash hot and how neither of them expected me to be in control, I was going to like it no matter what they decided to do.
We just weren’t going to do much to me.
Daddy on the other hand seemed to be deliberately being a pain in the butt, which I was guessing meant he needed more attention than he was getting.
Naughty attention.
Papa seemed like the don’t reward bad behavior type, though.
But if he couldn’t punish Daddy for being a brat, what would they do?
Hmm…nothing good.
“Papa?” Yes. Words. I could get out simple words not related to sex. “Can I have my juice?”
Relief rushed through me when they stopped poking at each other and turned to me, but it also made me the center of attention again which made me slightly lightheaded. It was better than the alternative, though.
“Yes, sweet boy.” Papa kissed my head, smiling at me. “You go sit down on the couch with your Daddy and I’ll get you a drink. Then we’ll cuddle.”
Hmm.
“And…” Shoot. They kept making me have to communicate. “The other stuff.”
Papa smiled when I touched Daddy’s green line but he nodded and it seemed like he thought I was cute. “Yes. We’ll get to know each other and I’ll get more kisses.”
I could feel my face heating up again but Daddy opened his mouth.
Ugh.
He was going to get himself in trouble.
I wasn’t sure what that would look like but Papa was ready to be a Dom if Daddy didn’t stop being himself so loudly.
So I had to save Daddy…he needed me.
I kissed him.
I did it.
It was probably as take-charge as I was going to get, but it made both of them sigh and smile. When it looked like it’d kept Daddy from getting in trouble, I gave Papa a cheek kiss. “Um, Daddy needs…he needs more than cuddles.”
I’d never had a date get so close to sex without it imploding or me panicking, so I wasn’t sure how to move them in the right direction, but I touched the green line and nodded at Papa. “I…”
Daddy needed me.
Papa needed me.
I didn’t have to know what I was doing because they both liked being in charge.
“I’ll cuddle Daddy and then…and then you’ll give him attention.” Yes. That wasn’t overwhelming. “I’ll…I’ll be there and get just a little attention.”
I wasn’t sure what they’d want to do to me, but my brain was filling in a lot of fun options.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.” Papa kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then sent shivers through me when he nibbled on my ear. “And I’m very glad you want to watch me give your Daddy attention.”
My face hurt it was so red, but I nodded so he knew I’d been honest.
I was pretty sure I was going to like watching them, and practically, it meant I could keep Daddy from getting in trouble or making Papa so mad he didn’t want to get dehydrated any longer.