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)
That was the dumbest logic I’d ever heard.
“Well, I’m his Papa, so I know that sometimes littles need patience from the Dom in their life. I can be very fucking patient even though I would love to kiss him and give him physical reassurance.” He was so pushy. “But you’re on his lap.”
Still.
And I wasn’t sure how I was going to get him off it.
Something told me that Harley was already getting attached to the dramatic troublemaker.
Ugh.
Littles made friends with the most frustrating people.
4
DALLY
He was so stubborn and short-sighted.
“I’m here.” I touched my legs, indicating Harley’s lap. “And the cheek you can kiss is here.”
Stroking Harley’s face got a sexy shiver from him. “We’re not supposed to make people orgasm in here, so we’ve got to keep his pants on. Therefore, my location is not a problem.”
I was pretty sure my cutie was trying not to laugh, probably because he wasn’t sure how his dramatic Papa would react to that. He seemed to find dramatic grumps sexy, though, because even though his hand was shaking, he touched the green line on my shirt. “Good boy.”
He was doing so good with that.
“I’m going to need to give you a big reward once we have some privacy.” Kissing his cheek, I ignored the huffs and groans coming from Pokey. “You’re doing so good at making your limits clear.”
I was really glad we weren’t going to have to guess what Harley wanted, but Pokey was still being a slow poke. “Kiss him. He gets rewards when he’s brave.”
“Stop telling me what to do.” Pokey kept glaring at me, but his expression softened when he focused on Harley.
He clearly had a thing for my boy and was stubborn as all get out, as my mother would say.
Ugh.
I hated it when she was right.
“I’m very proud of you for making sure I understood your limit.” Pokey Papa stood up and leaned over the arm of the chair, giving Harley a gentle peck on the cheek that had him going five different shades of red before he settled on a strawberry color. “And thank you for letting me give you a kiss.”
He was smooth…I’d give him that.
But I was fast and impulsive and kissed his cheek.
Harley’s eyes went wide but Pokey narrowed his and glared at me. “That’s from Harley since he’s too shy to do it yet. You’re welcome.”
Pokey rolled his eyes as he fell back in his chair and sighed at Harley. “Do you see how wonderful I’m being? I’m incredibly patient and a great Dom because I realized right away you wouldn’t want me strangling him while he’s on your lap.”
Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong. “That wouldn’t be messy but it would be traumatizing, so good decision, Pokey.”
Curling back into Harley’s chest, I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered just loud enough that I knew Pokey would hear me. “That five-o’clock shadow is kind of scratchy but you’re going to like kissing him.”
Harley seemed like a texture kind of sub.
“If you want him scratchy when he’s near delicate bits, though, you’re going to have to confess that. He seems like the type to worry.” He was certainly dramatic enough to be a worrier about that kind of stuff.
Harley’s eyes were still a troubling size, but he slowly nodded as his face changed back to a normal color…well, a mostly normal color.
Green.
Perfect.
“Good boy.” I was never going to be able to wear anything else. “Now, if you want to say thank you to your Papa for being so sweet to you, why don’t you touch green again.”
I was amazing…and thoroughly enjoying the way every touch made Pokey twitch.
Thankfully, Harley didn’t seem to notice. We were at his limit of overwhelming his brain and I was pretty sure he was going to need a recap later.
Green.
Pokey melted and sighed as he smiled at Harley. “Thank you, Harley, that’s very sweet.”
His smile was a killer, so I was glad he hadn’t used them enough on Harley before I’d gotten to my boy. It would’ve been a lot harder to work my way in if Pokey had claimed him first. The only way I still had my boy was keeping Pokey off-kilter.
“Thank you.” Harley was thinking clearly enough to smile at Pokey and give him words, but it still didn’t give me a lot to go on when it came to the dating part. “I…I don’t know if I should call you Papa yet.”
Oh, more words.
We were on a roll.
“Well, my name is Santos if you’re more comfortable with that, but if you’re asking if I’m okay with you calling me Papa, then yes.” Pokey, aka Santos, shifted in his chair like he was reminding himself not to crowd Harley.
And probably not to get too close to me.
“We’re keeping you, so Daddy and Papa are perfectly fine, but you might need to take things slower, so names or Sir or options like that are fine too.” Giving him a shy smile, I shrugged. “But I remember that a brave boy gets rewards.”