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)
“Both of you.” Reaching between them, I wiped off both of their cum and told myself to bring two cloths next time.
Tossing the damp cloth back into the bathroom, I climbed back in behind him and snuggled close again. “I love taking care of you. I love kissing you and snuggling with you. I even love wrestling the covers from you at night.”
He and Dally were world record-level wigglers when it came to sleeping.
But that got a snicker from Harley as Dally sucked in a breath like he was offended. “No, that’s Daddy. He’s naughty.”
And Harley was well on his way to little.
Yep, one orgasm and he was ready to have his Doms take good care of him.
“He is.” My sigh got another giggle from Harley. “But he snuggles good and he gives good attention.”
And good head.
Dally’s wicked snicker said he was thinking along those same lines. “I have a lot of good points.”
Confidence being one of them.
“You’re the best Daddy ever.” Harley rolled over so he could wrap both of us in his arms and looked pleased as punch when he had us snuggled against his chest. “And I have the best Papa ever.”
Sliding deeper into his chatty little headspace, he smiled and did a happy dance wiggle. “And Daddy has the best boy ever and the best Dom ever.”
Dally looked like he wanted to stick his tongue out at me, but after a second, he nodded. “Yes, the best boy and the best Dom.”
Giving me a teasing frown, he grumbled as he leaned over to give me a quick kiss. “Even if he’s bossy and a pain in the butt.”
“No one will ever beat you in that category, brat.” Giving him another quick peck as he snuggled back against Harley, I grinned. “And I’ve got the best boys ever and the best co-Dom ever.”
That got another happy giggle from Harley even though his lids were so low they were almost closed. “Daddy’s a lot of people. He’s…he’s busy and that…and that…does that mean he’s got more big love too?”
Whatever that exactly translated to was a mystery at the moment, but Dally nodded, looking pleased as fuck. “That’s right, baby. I’ve got so much love for you it just explodes everywhere.”
“Pop. Splat.” Harley snickered, finding his own joke to be hilarious which made it even more funny.
“Splat.” Dally’s grin was ear to ear as he kissed Harley’s cheek. “Love you, baby.”
Of course, he had to give me a dramatic glare. “And you too, Pokey.”
“Naughty…” Harley yawned as he relaxed even more. “Naughty Daddy. Be…be nice.”
“Yes.” I couldn’t resist teasing Dally as I leaned over and gave him another kiss. “I love you too, but you have to be nice, naughty boy.”
Oh, sparks shouldn’t have been that sexy, but the ones that wanted to shoot out of his eyes were so Dally they were perfect.
But he had to be nice so he smiled and plotted silently. “I might promise to love, honor, and obey once in a while…but no one said anything about being nice, Pokey.”
He was going to make life very interesting…and Harley’s dramatic sigh said he knew it too. But the smile on his sleepy face and the contentment in his gaze said he wouldn’t trade it for the world either.
“Then I’ll just have to get creative, brat.” I didn’t mind a challenge and the package it came wrapped up in made it even better.
“You two…” Harley sighed, hugging us so tight we were squished to his chest. “No more naughties. I got Daddy’d and I’m happy and…and you need me. No naughties.”
I wasn’t sure we could promise that, but he was right, we loved him more than he realized and we needed him more than he would ever know. Harley was our sweet helper and the beautiful man who’d brought us together.
EPILOGUE
DALLY
“I don’t care what you have to do, but if that woman pinches my ass again I’m going to make a scene.” Santos was in full-on demon lawyer mode as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Two words. Harassment. Charges.”
We’d found another limit…great.
No questions about how he liked his sandwiches and no ass pinches.
“First of all, I had no idea it would get this out of hand.” Repeating that for the third time wasn’t helping the situation…and it might’ve been making it worse. “Worst-case scenario, it should’ve been half this amount of people.”
I wasn’t even sure I was related to everyone who was at the fucking barbecue.
It was so packed the usual hiding places were all full, I’d lost Harley, and Santos had me cornered in my parents’ bathroom.
Milo was either going to be really glad he missed it or really disappointed…but best friends were supposed to help manage chaos, so he was going to owe me either way.
“There has to be at least fifty people in the backyard, Dally.” Somehow Santos’s ability to do math got worse the more upset he got, but I wasn’t going to point that out. “I’ve got bruises on my ass and Harley is either hiding somewhere or has been abducted.”