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)
Because of his milk.
He didn’t ask any questions but he looked between us curiously. “I was nervous but he was nice.”
Most club members used the same local doctor, so yes, he was nice.
“Did you get checked?” Glancing at his Daddy and then me, Harley frowned. “Is it bad to ask?”
“No, baby.” Dally kissed his cheek innocently. “I didn’t get checked for the club because I’m technically not a member in the same way you are, but I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup.”
When he turned to me, I realized we hadn’t actually had any conversation about what kind of membership I had.
Not a single question.
“Did you get a physical?” What he was really asking was if I lactated as well, since only members like that were required to get physicals, so I nodded.
Instead of asking anything about that, though, he perked up. “Perfect. I’m good with no condom but I’ll leave it up to you.”
As I processed the options and his reaction, Harley licked the end of his straw and shrugged. “Daddy probably likes being messy.”
Dally’s grin was nearly ear to ear. “Just a little bit. But Daddy is always careful and not reckless.”
I was going to call bullshit on that just in general principle but nothing he’d said or done gave me the impression he’d put me or Harley at risk.
Harley seemed to be on the same page, although his book was more interesting than mine. “Your mommy will be mad if you hurt Papa or make him sick.”
Dally’s eyes went wide. “She’ll have a cow. I’m not dealing with that forever. Nothing is worth dealing with that.”
Leaning in, his voice dropped conspiratorially. “One of my brothers made a decision that led to…let’s say a problem and my mother was mad…and disappointed…and just not fit to live with for a very long time. You’re very important to me, but she’s scary.”
I wasn’t going to ask which brother or what he’d ended up with, and it seemed like Harley didn’t care either. He had more important things on his mind. “Do I have to tell her you’re being good?”
He had the most interesting questions.
I could see why the two of them were good together.
Dally shook his head. “Not unless we have to confess that something has gone wrong…or itchy…or burning.”
Good fucking grief.
One.
Two.
Three.
How had we gotten so off track?
They knew we were all real adults, right?
“We’ll be good.” Harley gave both of us cheek kisses as he settled back into playing with his straw. “You have fun with Papa.”
On his lap?
That was the plan, right?
“Thank you, baby.” Dally returned the sweet peck before turning back to me with a well are you ready kind of expression.
I was ready.
I had questions…but they could wait.
“Such a sweet boy.” Giving Harley a kiss as well, I curled up against both of them and ran my hand down Dally’s chest. “I’ll make sure your Daddy has fun.”
Harley was happy with that, but as he started playing with his straw again his attention stayed fixated on us. It seemed to be a cue that he was ready for us to…play…so I turned my focus toward a barely restrained Dally.
But he was restrained for him, so I shifted and brushed my lips against his. “Are you ready to get messy?”
It wasn’t a question I’d ever asked another date, but then again, my fascinating new partners were unlike anyone else I’d ever met.
“I would like that. Thank you.” Dally gave me a polite kiss that was like he was pretending to be someone else. “I would also like to be pounded into next week, too.”
That was Dally.
“I’ll do my best.” This time. “I’m going to go slow and be romantic next time and you’re just going to suffer through it.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I understand and I appreciate the warning.”
Brat.
Harley giggled, though, making it clear he was following along, unlike earlier when we were kissing. “Daddy’s naughty.”
Most definitely.
But as Dally turned to frown at Harley for tattling about the obvious, I nibbled on the naughty switch’s neck. It was the perfect distraction and got a moan from the dirty drama queen as he arched his chest out and seemed to beg for more.
So I gave him more, stroking his chest and teasing his nipples as I licked and nibbled. It wasn’t the aggressive passion we’d started out with but it sent warmth flooding through me as I made him moan. “That’s right. I’m going to make you feel so good, brat.”
Dally chuckled, closing his eyes as I worked my way lower and Harley helped move Dally’s shirt to the side of the couch. “Let’s see you try, Pokey.”
Brat.
Harley made another happy sound, like he knew what I was saying in my head, but he was still content to cuddle his Daddy as I kissed lower and slid down to the floor. His soft smile said he was good with the direction things had taken and he stroked my head as I nibbled on Dally’s flat nipples.