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 must’ve spent half the day thinking about that for it still to be top on his mind when he was exhausted and little.
“So we’re coming back around to that later this week when he doesn’t have to work?” Harley’s nights were entirely too late for me to want to have his first time bottoming be after work.
Thankfully, Dally seemed to be on the same page and fought back a yawn. “Yes. I’m not sure how much grown-up Harley is going to want to talk about it, though.”
Good point.
“I think we just need to take what little Harley has given us and make decisions based on that, then explain what’s going to happen. He doesn’t have to tell us anything else unless it’s to safeword.” He’d actually done a good job of getting his thoughts across when he was little and chatty.
Dally nodded but our conversation was cut short as Harley finished and came back out holding his hands in front of him.
We needed to wash them.
Yes, I wasn’t slow on everything, just some things.
22
DALLY
“And…and I need my cup and water and…and I need my blanket…” Harley’s gaze bounced around the room as he tried to figure out his next demand.
Unfortunately, they’d all been fairly reasonable even though they were just his way of dragging his feet.
“I need a book.” He looked relieved as he found another demand but his Papa rolled his eyes. “Yes. I…I need a book and…and Daddy needs attention…”
Oh, that was interesting.
Even Pokey took notice as he was moving around the bedroom getting phones plugged in and he stopped mumbling to himself about not having enough sockets for two partners. “I will be in charge of giving your Daddy attention as soon as we’ve gotten you settled.”
“No.” Harley’s next round of stubbornness set in and he even crossed his arms over his chest, completely ignoring how milk was beading up on the tips of his nipples again. “Daddy ’portant too.”
He was amazing at being ridiculous when he wanted to…so it was a good thing most of the time he didn’t want to be as frustrating as his Daddy.
Pokey could only handle one high-maintenance partner and I was it.
“Daddy’s tired of this game.” I held up a hand and started lifting fingers. “One.”
Harley’s eyes went wide as another finger went up.
“Two.”
Santos shrugged as Harley looked to him for help. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when he gets to five. Your Daddy is slightly unpredictable.”
I was amazing, yes, but it also gave me the edge over drama queens in training.
“Three.”
Before I could lift another finger, Harley sighed and slumped over. “I sorry.”
Turning around, he lumbered to the bed with an exaggerated walk that made him look a bit like a half-naked Bigfoot. “I…I tired…oh dear.”
Oh dear?
Still dramatic and still in training, but he had his Papa fighting off giggles. The ridiculous Dom had to keep his back to Harley to make sure our slightly naught boy didn’t get the wrong idea about his behavior.
“Yes, oh dear.” Shaking my head, I managed to keep a straight face as I followed behind him and waited until he climbed on the bed. “That’s much better. Thank you.”
“I your…your good boy.” A good boy who couldn’t even get a full sentence out before he yawned again. “I tired.”
Since that seemed to be better to admit than claiming pain-in-the-ass status, I nodded and sat down on the bed beside him. “That’s okay. We’re going to help you relax.”
Admitting defeat, he nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Once he knew there was no fighting a Daddy who could count to five, he settled back against the pillows and yawned again, eyelids already drooping halfway. “I…you…cuddle…”
“That’s right.” Whatever I’d agreed to had him sliding lower until he was almost flat on the bed and I took that to be my invitation to help his milk situation. “Good boy.”
Curling into him with me in the middle of the bed, I nuzzled against his chest and kissed between his beautiful pecs as he called them. He made a happy sound as I wrapped my lips around one nipple and then let out a deep breath as I eased the ache he was experiencing. “Daddy…”
He sighed out the word before taking another deep breath and lifting a hand to start slowly running it over my head. “Daddy’s…yes…”
I was fabulous, yes, but he didn’t need to tell me when he was so tired, so I returned his caress and slowly stroked his chest. He was still fighting sleep, but as Santos turned off the overhead light and moved over to the bed, Harley forced open his eyes. “Behind…Daddy…and…and cuddles.”
I wasn’t sure what Santos did, because I was slightly preoccupied, but it made Harley happy as his Papa climbed in behind me.
It was a tight fit even though the bed was huge, but next time I’d know to make Harley start out on one side and not the middle. Even Pokey chuckled, hiding his face against my back as I suckled from Harley and he kept letting out the cutest sighs.