Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Hmm.
Flop.
Daddy wanted to laugh but he sighed. “Do not take a header off the bed just because you’re curious.”
“Good boy, Daddy.” Arms out. No wiggles. No falling. Very still. “See?”
Daddy snorted. “No.”
Cranky Daddy.
“I’m not going to be the Dom to tell Austin that I killed his friend because I made him curious.” Daddy was frowny but Daddy was smart.
“Austin mad.” Big big big mad.
“I agree.” Daddy huffed and puffed. “Alright. You’re not dead or paralyzed or bruised. It’s fine.”
Oops. Made Daddy worry.
“Bottoms up.” Daddy picked my legs up and found the zipper. “See?”
“Wow.” It was going and going and going. “Magic.”
“No, just a very interesting manufacturing company.” Daddy gave me a silly grin when I nodded. “I found them online, but I don’t think Austin has seen them. Silas doesn’t even have any in his store or linked on his site.”
I giggled and gave Daddy a big hug when he let me up. “Daddy sneaky.”
“Me?” He made a silly sound. “No. I’m just better than him at finding things online.”
Yep, Daddy naughty.
Chapter 19
Tyson
Dessie might’ve only been half-awake, but even with his eyes barely open, he could nuzzle against my chest and find what he wanted. “Dessert? Daddy?”
He’d sunk so deep I was barely getting words, but he knew what he wanted before bedtime. “Cuddles, Daddy?”
Dessert and another orgasm.
“Yes, time for dessert and cuddles.” Turning off the TV and the show about a young omega bear who wandered around the forest completely unsupervised, I wrapped my arms around him and stood up, chuckling as he clung to me. “Hold on tight, monkey.”
He giggled softly, pressing his face into my neck, but it was subdued for Dessie. “Hehehe.”
His monkey sounds had me trying not to laugh. “Oh no, where did Dessie go? I have a monkey?”
That got me more snickers and a hug, but it was also accompanied by a yawn. “Tired monkey, Daddy.”
He had to be exhausted if he was making sure I knew he was tired. “You had a long week.”
We’d seen each other as much as possible, but we’d both had a lot going on and I had a feeling he’d had some late nights. “You worked hard and you talked with Austin tonight.”
That was always exhausting and his giggle said he knew what I meant.
“You played in the tub and had lots of fun.” Several different kinds of fun if we were being specific. “You even gave Daddy a heart attack nearly falling off the bed. That’s hard work too.”
Why he’d thought it was a good idea to keep leaning forward to see between his legs I’d never know, but I’d aged ten years in that one moment. He was just giggling again, but the bed was tall enough that if he’d hit his head, Austin would’ve killed me.
We definitely needed a safety bed rail for his side of the bed.
I scoffed at his silliness and gave his well-padded bottom a pat. “Your Daddy’s death is just something to giggle about. No fear of what Austin would’ve done to me at all.”
Dessie tried to hide his laughter but he was shaking too much to disguise it. “I can see you laughing.”
That just had it actually escaping by the time we’d made it up to the bedroom. “See? I know what you think of me now.”
His response was another hug and a kiss on my neck. “Funny.”
My snort got him going again and it was becoming harder and harder not to start laughing with him. Daddy was clearly just as tired as his little boy.
“Snuggle time, silly monkey.” Setting him down on what was quickly becoming his side of the bed, I kissed his head. “You wait here one second.”
As he nodded, thumb sliding into his mouth as he tried to fight off another yawn, I headed into the bathroom and finished up my nightly routine. Another minute had me stripping off my clothes and grabbing some sleep pants before turning off most of the lights and climbing in bed. “Now Daddy’s ready too.”
I wasn’t actually sure Dessie would make it to dessert and his second round of cuddles, but he climbed on my lap even though he let out a jaw-cracking yawn. “That’s right. Good cuddles for my good boy.”
As I leaned back against the headboard, he straddled my lap and leaned in, wrapping his lips around my left nipple, which was the one he always seemed to go to first for some reason. All it took was one good suck to have the milk flowing, and he sighed, relaxing into me. “Good boy.”
His suction was strong, but the rest of him was boneless. If someone couldn’t see his mouth, it would’ve looked like he was asleep, but he was hanging on to consciousness by a thread. So as he sucked, I stroked his back and rocked him, encouraging him to mirror me.