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)
“You did.” Still boneless and probably floating, Harley’s mouth worked without his brain having a say in the matter. “I’ve never done anything like that. I didn’t have to figure out what to do. That’s really nice.”
How anyone had thought he was dominant enough to lead a scene or even take the lead in a quick fuck was beyond me, and Santos’s frown and the way he rolled his eyes said we were in agreement. Some people just weren’t that bright.
“We like the figuring out what to do part.” Santos kissed Harley’s cheek and stroked his hand over our boy’s lightly haired chest, barely teasing the fine hairs that were almost invisible. “And personally, I like the not having done that before part. Possessive, remember?”
My snort got a quiet laugh from our still-exhausted boy. “I forgot.”
“He’ll remind you. Don’t worry.” My dry response got a laugh from both of them that time. “And then I’ll have to remind him that you both belong to me. He keeps forgetting that part.”
Santos’s dramatic sigh got a giggle from Harley and it seemed like his little side was surfacing again as his Papa complained. “Your Daddy and I are going to have a conversation on how possession works.”
I snorted since it was my turn to make Harley laugh. “I know. He keeps getting it wrong.”
Our boy peeked his eyes open, little Harley smiling shyly at us. “I like possession.”
Adorable.
“I’m glad.” Kissing his cheek, I raised one eyebrow at Santos in a now what kind of expression. It wasn’t my house, so manners said he had to at least start to lead us in a direction. “We like keeping you.”
Harley blushed as his smile widened and he got even more innocent. “You’re gonna keep me a lot?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant to him, but it sounded like a good idea. “Yes. A lot.”
Santos chuckled. “Yes. Lots and lots.”
Glad we were on the same page, I rested my head on Harley’s shoulder. “But first, we need to get our boy another drink and cleaned up.”
That got a naughty giggle from our cutie. “Daddy’s dirty.”
Daddy was very dirty…and it was lovely…but I really shouldn’t make a mess on Santos’s couch.
“Daddy probably needs a shower as long as Papa is going to be a good host.” My teasing dig at our drama queen had him rolling his eyes. “I don’t even have water either. I’m getting sticky. He didn’t even offer us a blanket.”
As Harley shook in silent laughter, Santos frowned. “I like you both naked. Harley’s warm and cuddly. And since he belongs to me, I don’t have to cover him up.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re both mine and while I appreciate the view, you both need a sheet wrapped around you at the very least. What if you catch a cold? What if aliens attack and you get abducted? You don’t need to be naked if that happens. It’ll send the wrong idea.” They were sexy enough they’d end up getting auctioned off.
“The chances of me getting abducted are slim to none and there’s a bell that will go off if anyone with a key tries to open the door. So we’ll have a warning for that as well.” Santos’s exaggerated frown had Harley kissing his cheek. “Thank you, sweet boy.”
“No aliens?” Harley’s question wasn’t nearly long enough to have a proper discussion on alien abductions or adventures, but Santos shook his head.
“No. No aliens. We’re safe here and your Daddy is just looking for ridiculous worries.” Reaching up, Santos stroked Harley’s head. “I’m much more worried about the way his tummy is growling. Either your Daddy is hungry or there’s a monster inside him.”
Harley pretended to frown seriously and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Monster’s hungry.”
I was certainly hungry even if there was no monster.
“Playing is hard work.” I frowned at Santos. “You’re supposed to offer guests a snack.”
He rolled his eyes as he frowned at Harley. “He’s silly. He thinks he’s a guest.”
Shaking his head, Harley returned the serious expression. “No guest. Papa’s keeping us.”
“That’s right.” Looking very pleased with himself, Santos kissed Harley’s cheek again. “Such a smart boy.”
A smart boy that needed water, food, and reeducation because they belonged to me.
11
HARLEY
“It’s just lunch. It’s not stressful.” It probably wasn’t even our first date since we’d gone over to Santos’s apartment. “That had to be our first date.”
Yes. I was going to count it as our first date because second dates were always easier…especially since they were going to keep me.
“That has to be a good sign.” I’d even gotten separate goodnight texts from both of them as well as the ones in the group message. “That has to be a good sign too.”
What wasn’t a good sign was the way I was hiding around the corner from the deli talking to myself.