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)
Harley sighed, nodding. “But…but you would’ve won. Your building was very nice.”
“Thank you.”
“I know.”
Santos and I spoke at the same time, then glared at each other as Harley gave a quiet laugh. Santos was ridiculous and had to understand that. “I would’ve won. He was talking to me. It was clear from the conversation.”
Someone was just jealous our boy thought mine was best.
“He’s just being polite because he doesn’t want to hurt your overly inflated ego. Mine was best and you know it.” Santos was being unreasonably stubborn about admitting he’d lost. “And since I won, I get to pick my reward.”
His gleeful smile made me want to climb up him and shake him, but I knew I shouldn’t hurt people who couldn’t help being dickheads.
It was just a genetic fault, but Santos was hot and good with our boy, so I reminded myself I could ignore it.
And get revenge when possible.
“I think I would’ve won.” Harley’s teasing voice was low, but he didn’t back down. “It had the most stable base and only tipped over. It didn’t break into pieces.”
Santos sucked in a breath, offended and dramatic. “It was just the tower that broke. It’s not my fault beauty is sometimes delicate.”
He was insane.
They were both insane.
“Mine was amazing and you even said so.” My sweet boy wouldn’t lie about something like that so it had to be true. “That means I won.”
“I don’t know.” Harley shrugged as he walked down the steps in front of the museum. “Mine was stable and attractive. It wasn’t fussy but it was a building that would’ve lasted forever if an unexpected earthquake hadn’t struck.”
Santos rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t an earthquake. That was an alien landing that shook the earth or some kind of asteroid impact. That would’ve ended the dinosaurs, much less a building.”
“So see?” Harley straightened and smiled at us. “I won.”
I would not concede that I lost…but he was very excited to win.
Even if he only asked for extra dessert, it would clearly make him happy.
“I…” Blushing again, Harley quickly turned his focus toward everything else around us and even the trash cans became fascinating. “I want a…a last night again…from both of you.”
Oh.
Before I could make sure he knew how much I approved of that plan, he forced more words out. “As long as that’s okay with everyone. I don’t want to…to push?”
Since Santos had already proved he liked that activity, I was quick to remind Harley that my limits were very flexible with that activity. “Please push me. Push my head down and make me choke on that sexy package, baby boy.”
Oops.
Clamping my lips shut as he turned the color of a tomato, I pretended to zip my lips and gently nudged Santos with my arm. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, but he was the boring one between us and knew how to word it. “What Dally is trying to say is that he approves of that reward. Highly approves.”
Santos’s dry delivery had Harley trying not to smile as he went back to a slightly healthier color. “I thought he might but I couldn’t exactly remember what he said last night.”
“It’s always good to check until we’ve sat down and had a longer conversation on what we’re comfortable with.” Santos even managed not to say limits list which was impressive. Boring. But impressive. “We’re not doing that on the street, though, or when it’s too stressful for any of us. So it might take a while to get to that point.”
Ugh.
His ability to make well-rationed decisions was going to be a pain in the ass.
Even Harley knew it because he gave me a quick glance as he dropped his voice. “Does Daddy agree with that?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes but Santos laughed. “Mostly. He’s…enthusiastic, but we both realize that there are some things we just don’t rush.”
Nodding slowly, Harley took a deep breath before I got another peek. It seemed to be a request for confirmation, so I bobbed my head up and down in a clear manner and did my best not to respond with words that would make him uncomfortable in public.
It was going to be a work in progress, but like most masterpieces, it would be worth it in the end.
I just had to get used to toning down some of my fabulousness when we were in public. It would be like going grocery shopping with my mother. Slightly frustrating but it was worth it to make her happy and to keep her from going bananas on me.
It would be worse with Harley…he’d get sad.
Nope.
We weren’t doing that.
“I…” Harley pressed his lips together and tried again as our pace dropped down to a crawl. “I think I might need to be pushed. Slightly. I don’t…I don’t know much about some stuff. I know…I know what I like when I relax.”