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)
Pausing, he gave us another quick look and raised one eyebrow, seeming relieved when we both made it clear we understood he was talking about being little. I nodded and Santos used words. “I’m glad you know about that part of your hobbies. I can’t wait to see what other things you like besides Legos.”
That time, Harley’s adorable blush came with a smile. “I liked the Legos, but I liked all of it.”
“It was a very nice way to spend time getting to know you.” Santos shot me a glare that made me grin. “Both of you…even if Dally has a hard time behaving.”
Some of us were just more interesting than others.
But since I had to keep my interesting slightly more contained than I’d gotten used to, I ignored Santos’s ridiculousness and nudged him gently again.
“If you bruise me, you don’t get to give Harley his reward.” Santos’s growled-out words had Harley’s eyes going wide. “And for fuck’s sake, text me your thoughts if it comes down to it.”
Hmm.
It wasn’t a bad idea and it was making Harley giggle again, so I dug my phone out of my pocket and quickly shot off a text to Santos.
When does he want his reward? Now? Does he have somewhere else he has to be?
If Santos couldn’t figure out the rest of the details we needed then I’d keep texting, but he seemed detail-oriented enough that I could trust him with it.
“The drama queen would like to know what your schedule is for the rest of the afternoon.” When Santos’s comment got a questioning head tilt from Harley, he clarified it. “The timing of your reward is something he’s very curious about, but he wants to make sure we’re all on the same page for the when.”
We were definitely on the same page with the what.
“Oh.” Harley couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to blush or not, which seemed like a good sign. “It sounds like…it sounds like you’d both like to keep going on our date?”
When we both nodded, behaving admirably, Harley nodded to himself again and seemed to give himself a quick internal peptalk. “I would like that too…and…and I don’t think waiting to get my reward would be a good idea. I’d worry.”
Most definitely.
“I think that’s a good decision and I’m proud of you for thinking about how you’d feel.” Santos reached out and squeezed Harley’s arm. “We’re also really looking forward to rewarding you, so waiting would’ve been difficult.”
Especially for me.
That amount of patience would be painful…I could do it, but it would be hard.
Pun intended.
“We’re not going to ask what Dally is thinking because it would be inappropriate for public consumption.” Santos sent me a glare when I snickered. “My point exactly.”
Because he used words like consumption.
Harley giggled too, realizing how ridiculous the word was. “Then we should go back to your place so he doesn’t get in trouble?”
I approved.
Enthusiastically.
But silently.
Harley showed his appreciation by smiling at me and we both ignored Pokey’s drama. Once he got himself under control he nodded. “Yes, I’m fairly certain we’ve reached his limit on good behavior.”
Well, it was nice to hear that he understood my hard work and dedication to our boy.
“He was very careful in the museum and at lunch.” Harley’s face lit up as he talked about our date. “And he was trying to be careful talking about my…my reward.”
Santos had to admit that too. “Under the circumstances, yes, he was trying.”
I was going to get a reward too at the rate we were going.
“He’s going to lose all that control once we’re in private, though. You understand that, right?” Santos smiled when Harley blushed and nodded. “He’s going to have more questions and probably say something shocking.”
Most definitely.
Oh, questions.
Pulling out my phone while Harley blushed and stuttered his way through explaining he knew I would be myself again once we weren’t in public, I sent Santos several quick questions in a row.
Are we taking turns?
Does he want one orgasm or two?
Are we kneeling in front of the couch or on your bed?
Do you have a bed?
You’d make a good vampire but I’m not sleeping in a coffin.
Harley had reached the end of his naked time with his partners fairly quickly last night, so we’d just done quick cleanups in the guest bathroom. It’d made him comfortable enough to relax with us again, but it hadn’t been the naked time fun I’d fantasized about when I’d gotten home.
“For fuck’s sake, Dally.” Santos grumbled as the phone chimed again and he read my last message. “That’s ridiculous.”
“What…” Harley’s gaze was jumping back and forth between us. “I probably shouldn’t ask.”
“I’m not saying any of it on the street.” Santos was being dramatic…there weren’t that many people walking by us. “Here.”
Oh.
He showed Harley his screen.
Interesting.
Wide eyes.
Regular eyes.
Wide eyes.
Regular eyes.
Blushing.
More blushing.