Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Laughter and groans went around the group and I had to giggle. He was talking about Daddy’s penis. They were so funny but I was glad I was hiding because Austin started being helpful.
Yep, I was going to stay right under my blanket where I was safe in Daddy’s arms.
Chapter 21
Ansel
If he could’ve kept the blanket over his head for the whole ride home, he would have. Only the fear of someone making him explain why he was a walking, talking blanket fort prevented it. But that just meant I got to wrap him up in my arms and carry him in from the garage. “Let’s see if we can make a Daddy fort.”
That made him giggle and I could feel his stress easing out as he snuggled into me. “I was brave, Daddy.”
And confident about it too.
Kissing his head as I headed inside with my monkey and his diaper bag, I had to agree. “You were wonderfully brave. You colored and relaxed around everyone. You made me look pretty and didn’t get scared when the other subs were fascinated by the markers. You didn’t run away when something scared you, and you made sure I knew to explain to Austin what happened. Amazing.”
And probably exhausting.
“Austin had to know.” Charlie’s words were quiet but not as nervous as they could’ve been. “He makes her stay away. She wanted me to take over the…the organization, but I just kept getting more and more upset.”
I had a feeling there were layers of questions we’d need to get through for me to understand what had happened but I didn’t think it was the time to relive any of that. “I can understand it all building up. I bet you were trying your best.”
He nodded against me but seemed to be trying to wiggle even closer to me. “Yeah, but it didn’t help. She kept getting angry that I wasn’t confident enough. Being loud just isn’t me.”
Neither was talking people into joining a cult.
“But Austin made sure you understood that there wasn’t just one way to be an omega, right?” That earned me another nod and a giggle.
“He used naughtier words than my therapist did.”
That didn’t surprise me.
“That’s because he’s colorful…like your crayons.” That comparison made him giggle as I headed into the bedroom and set the bag down on my nightstand.
“And my markers, Daddy.” Letting out a happy sigh, his wiggles that time seemed more out of excitement than nerves. “Everyone liked my markers. They said naughty things about them too. Dakota wants to color a penis.”
That had laughter pouring out of both of us as I finally sat down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over us like I was the pole that was holding up the tent. “I’m not even going to try to guess what he was thinking.”
Charlie was still giggling as he curled up on my lap, seeming to be perfectly content now that we’d protected ourselves from reality. “He’s very naughty.”
I had to agree but it was time to distract my boy, so I tickled his ribs to make him laugh. “So is my boy. I heard you giggling when that naughty omega was talking about coloring penises.”
That got more laughter bubbling out of him. “No, Daddy. I’m your good boy.”
“Are you sure?” He wasn’t little. It seemed more like he was hiding from everything else around us, so I kissed his shoulder and subtly shifted the way I was stroking his back. “Good boys probably don’t need grown-up kisses or to get naked with their Daddies or to—”
“I’m not too good.” The words popped out before I could finish teasing him and I barely held back my laughter. “I like kisses.”
Yes, he did.
“Are you sure?” Still doing my best to play it seriously, I nibbled on his ear and loved the soft moan that got me. “You seemed very confident about how good you were, so I wouldn’t want to do naughty things to you.”
His low squeak had me biting my lip before going back to his ear. “I wouldn’t want to shock you or to upset my innocent boy by suggesting something wicked.”
A shiver raced through him, saying his mind was whirling with all the possibilities…and knowing his imagination, there were probably several options I’d never think of. But after a moment, he pulled back enough to give me wide, innocent eyes that must have been taught by a master manipulator. “I’m sorry. Do you need to help me remember to be a good boy, Daddy?”
Oh, my sweet imp.
“I think so.” Kissing his nose, I treated him as innocently as he looked. “But if you do a good job when I’m helping you, I’ll reward you after.”
His shocked face and quick inhale could’ve meant stress any other time, but I knew what it meant under the circumstances…he was imagining even naughtier things but wasn’t completely sure what reward he would earn.