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)
“Are you going to share?” It would definitely be the most fun way to handle it and the most efficient but Santos looked confused at the question. “Oh, or are you going to fuck me?”
I wouldn’t be opposed to that and Harley’s shiver and even redder cheeks said we were in agreement. They were a wonderful barometer of what he liked and I was hoping it would never change.
What it was probably doing to his blood pressure notwithstanding, of course.
Santos blinked like the choices were still hard to understand and he didn’t know what to say.
He really was a strange man, but he was sexy and sweet with Harley and very stubborn, which made him a good partner in a variety of ways. The fact that he shared Harley’s love of things like the science museum was helpful too.
“Papa hasn’t done that before.” Harley’s words were still quiet but he was starting to go back to a more normal color which sent slightly mixed signals. “It’s okay. I think…I think he’d like to make you happy.”
“Oh.” I had questions but the image of my mother whacking the back of my head was a subtle hint that it wasn’t the time.
Would there ever be a time?
I wasn’t sure but it didn’t really matter.
I could help Harley since we both seemed to like that and Santos could…well…he could do whatever made him happy.
Eventually I’d have to ask about that, though, and with no mental smack to the back of my head, I knew it was the right decision.
After I’d gotten to orgasm, of course.
“Okay.” I gave our boy a quick peck and sat up, starting to strip off my shirt. “I can multitask and he’s nicely endowed. So it works.”
I’d be stubborn and figure Santos out later.
He couldn’t be that complicated. He was only a Dom and worked with logical problems, not even creative ones. His brain had to be very linear. I just had to figure out what line his train was on because we were not on the same track.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Santos’s firm words said he’d jumped his track but I was hiking and was nowhere near his train.
We needed to find a train museum…we’d all like that.
“I know.” Thankfully, Harley seemed to understand the issue, probably because he was the only one of us who’d gotten to orgasm so far. “There’s no right or wrong and it doesn’t make me feel bad. I…I haven’t either.”
Hadn’t what?
No more trains.
What were we talking about?
Asking wouldn’t be helpful, so I kept my mouth shut and stayed silent while Harley worked it out. “Most people don’t. It kind of only goes one way.”
Harley’s shrug said he wasn’t worried or upset, but I wasn’t sure he was thinking of trains either.
“It…” Santos paused before looking more relaxed again. “You’re right. Dally just sees things his own way and it’s given us more to think about.”
Clearly.
But what were they thinking about?
Did they want to go explore trains too?
I really needed to come or have a snack before any of their conversation would make sense and it was rude of them not to realize it.
Yes. This was definitely their fault and they were going to make it up to me later.
17
HARLEY
Daddy was confused…I just wasn’t sure about what.
Maybe everything?
Did he not understand that Papa had never nursed from anyone before?
Papa was a giver not a taker but he didn’t seem to want to give either.
I’d never met anyone who saw things like Daddy did, and I wasn’t sure what I was. Papa didn’t seem to mind that, though. He was definitely thinking about everything Daddy had said, but he didn’t look weird or worried, just confused still.
He’d never met anyone like Daddy either.
But we’d clearly needed Daddy to pull us together, so I knew we’d figure him out.
“We can think about it later.” And then I could figure out how to ask about his physical issues. He’d made it seem like he lactated but his reactions weren’t like anyone I’d met at the Lactin Brotherhood get-togethers so far. “I think Daddy needs…attention.”
He had started to grumble about trains and snacks as he tugged on the front of his pants and he didn’t seem pleased with the conversation even though he was still obviously hard. My attempt at helping had him crossing his arms over his chest. “He needs a lot of attention and a snack.”
Was that him saying he was hungry or wanting to suck on me?
Both?
He looked cranky enough that the food thing might actually be an issue and not just a way to do something fun.
Papa raised one eyebrow as he looked at Daddy and I had a feeling he was thinking the same thing. “You know…”
Focusing back on me, he frowned and pretended to ignore Daddy. “For someone who wants attention, he’s certainly not being very nice. He’s glaring at me and still has most of his clothes on.”