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’re right.” Returning his kiss, I tried not to get distracted by how sexy he was and how good his body felt under my hands. “We’re both all safe.”
“I like all safe.” Harley’s words didn’t help me figure out if that meant he liked the size or just the fact that he wouldn’t bump his elbows but it was cute either way.
“I’m glad.” Giving his soft cock a quick wash, I kissed his cheek again. “Okay, turn around.”
“Back time.” Head bobbing side to side, Harley turned around and stuck his face under the spray. “I can’t reach it.”
“Well, now you have me and your Daddy to help.” It was easier to remember I was supposed to be taking care of Harley and not ogling him when he was turned away from me. “We both like helping a lot.”
“Daddies and Papas like helping.” Harley sounded like he was quoting something he’d seen online. “Lots and lots.”
“They do.” Sighing, I played up my dramatic response. “We like big helping sooo much sometimes our boys say ‘Daddy that’s too much helping’.”
My acting skills sucked but Harley giggled and I was pretty sure I heard Dally trying not to laugh. He was either taking the longest dump in history or giving me time with Harley, and I was guessing the later based on how nosy he was being.
“I like big helper Daddy and Papa.” Harley’s happy sounds as I massaged over his ass cheeks said he liked shower time a lot too.
“That makes me happy and it means that you can always ask for more help because that will make all of us happy.” I wasn’t sure what other worries he’d picked up from what seemed to be a terrible dating history and I didn’t want him to think he had to do anything on his own if he didn’t want to.
With two Doms, there would always be one of us who’d want to control a situation no matter what it was about.
“I like making you happy, Papa.” Harley’s earnest tone made me smile but it was the way he was rocking and teasing his face with the spray that made me want to laugh. “I like good helpers.”
He liked controlling Doms?
That was great for Dally and me both and gave me a bit more confidence in my next step.
“And I like having a happy boy who asks his helpers for help.” That sentence was terrible and got a silly snicker from Harley. “Okay, helper time. Relax your tushy so I can get you all clean.”
Something about hearing me say tushy made him giggle and that automatically relaxed his rectal muscles enough for me to slide one soapy finger in to the first knuckle. That had him sucking in a breath but I kissed the back of his neck and kept a very practical tone to my voice. “Helpers get their boys all clean. What else do helpers do? They’re supposed to have nuggets.”
My dramatic delivery about the chicken nuggets aspect to being a helper got another giggle from Harley and he wiggled, taking my finger deeper. “They…they have juice and do bath time.”
“Hey, I’m doing a pretty good job then.” Lack of nuggets aside, I wasn’t doing too bad and even inched my finger in deeper without worrying Harley. “I have juice and a big bathtub we can put bubbles in next time.”
I couldn’t remember ever using it, but that would definitely change.
Hmm…Hanson was going to have to add bubble bath to the grocery list. Yeah, I was going to have to have a conversation with him or start doing a lot of random shopping on my own…and that wouldn’t be suspicious at all.
19
DALLY
He was so long-winded.
What were they doing?
Giving Santos time to handle the Daddy versus Papa roles in bed conversation might have been a strategic error.
At the very least I should’ve brought my phone so I had something to do while I killed time.
“All clean.” Santos’s relaxed tone made it sound like they were all done washing Harley’s hands instead of his ass. “And that’s all clean enough to be Daddy if you want to.”
With a condom, yes.
Harley sucked in a breath but it was a happy sound and I pictured him turning around in the shower. “Really? I was a good boy. I’m all clean?”
Yeah, little had definitely been the way to go with this particular conversation…and they’d managed to have it without Santos having a heart attack.
Being a good partner was hard but I was incredible.
“Yes.” There was a pause in the conversation and I was pretty sure Harley got a kiss, which was the sign that I could escape my tiny prison. “The Papa will wear a condom and you can be the Daddy.”
As I came out, Harley was bouncing his head and doing a happy dance under the spray. He shot me a beaming smile as I went over to the ridiculously oversized sink and washed my hands. “Daddy? I’m all clean. I can be the Daddy.”