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)
He didn’t seem to have an issue with the condom aspect so I returned his smile and didn’t mention that part. “That’s great. You’re going to have so much fun being the Daddy.”
I certainly did.
It was the best position and we needed to make sure Harley understood how incredible being the Daddy could be.
But Santos seemed to be at the point where he wasn’t sure what to say because he was definitely overthinking the situation. So I took over as I climbed in the shower glaring at the other spray. “Hmm, I don’t know if I like this showering by myself thing.”
My frown and crossed arms got a giggle from Harley. “You’re naked.”
So I couldn’t be upset?
“I am.” Wiggling my hips, I made my dick dance side to side and got another giggle out of him. “Daddy’s turn to get all clean.”
Harley seemed to be finished rinsing off and was grinning ear to ear as he came over to the other side of the monstrous shower. “We’ll help.”
Snickering, he waved his hands at Santos who was smart enough to understand that meant Harley needed soap. “We’re good helpers.”
That seemed to be hilarious based on his helpers being Doms connection and he giggled as he brought his wonderfully large hands up to my chest. “I’m a helper.”
That was so funny it even made Santos smile. “You’re a very good helper.”
“You too, Papa.” Harley took being a good helper to heart because he turned me around so my ass was facing toward Santos. “Be a good helper. Daddy’s sticky.”
I giggled as Santos seemed to be trying not to sigh. “You’re right. I’ll be a good helper.”
As he mumbled something about trying not to get hard, I realized he was taking being good with our boy to an extreme he didn’t need. So I waved my ass at him and offered it up. “You got it dirty, so you need to clean it.”
Harley was back to snickering but he was intently focused on my chest and pretending he wasn’t teasing my nipples. “Got to clean up our messes.”
Santos was quiet, but after a moment, he brushed his lips against my neck and relaxed into the fun of getting clean. “Your Daddy just likes making me do all the work.”
Still giggling and scrubbing, Harley nodded. “But we’re good helpers.”
Santos took that too seriously and seemed to have decided to be a thorough good helper because his soap-slicked fingers gently pressed against me, making me fight back a moan. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you all clean.”
“You’re such a brat.” I managed not to sound too desperate but the breathy tone I couldn’t hide got another silly sound from Harley. He didn’t seem to care that Santos was fucking with me. Our boy was just happy that he didn’t have to use the bidet and that getting clean wasn’t stressful.
It wasn’t something I’d ever worried about but I was glad little Harley had explained the situation.
Big Harley wouldn’t have and that would’ve taken forever to figure out.
He hadn’t even wanted us to use the bathroom at the museum at the same time, so I was glad to see little Harley worried a lot less. It seemed to confuse Santos, though, because he was being a bit too careful cleaning my ass.
So I was a good helper of a different sort and rocked back, squeezing my ass around his finger and getting a moan from him. “F—Dally.”
His frustrated tone got giggles from me and Harley, which made Santos sigh. “Stop that.”
He was crazy if he thought I would follow that order. “Nope.”
Rocking back again got a snicker from Harley. “Daddy’s being naughty.”
“Hmm.” Santos added a second finger as a punishment. “And what happens when Daddy’s naughty?”
Harley was shaking with barely suppressed laughter as he pretended to look serious. “He gets ’warded.”
Absolutely.
Which in this case was attention to my prostate and a wet smack to my ass that sent tingles through me. “I like getting what I want.”
It was wonderful and I leaned back against Santos to make sure he knew how much I liked it. “I like getting clean.”
“You’re such a brat.” He liked getting me clean too because he kissed my neck and I could hear the smile in his voice he was trying to hide. “But you’re a brat whose burger will be here shortly.”
Ugh.
His fingers disappeared.
“Daddy’s tushy is all clean.”
Santos was definitely the brat and Harley’s snicker said he knew that too.
“And then you have to do the other one.” I completely understood the logic in dunking every nugget in all three sauces that Santos had gotten Harley, but I wasn’t so sure Santos did. Harley had been trying to explain it through nearly all twenty nuggets and half a cucumber and was still going strong. “Nuggets need lots of attention…like Daddy.”
It was interesting logic and had Santos turning to me and sighing. “Okay, I get it now.”