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)
None of the other alphas around me seemed to understand that judging by the glares I was getting.
Good grief.
Keeping my voice as low as I could, I returned the glares. “He can still talk and he’s not under the table. He’s fine.”
I was starting to see how so many of Charlie’s past dates had gone so badly.
“Austin knows him too well to miss the signs of a truly upset Charlie.” Even drunk. “He’s an adult and he’s very brave.”
Brave didn’t mean reckless, like they seemed to think…brave was pushing past fears…even ones about deliberately getting into trouble.
The grumbling stopped but that was because the curious logic in the kitchen continued.
“No, you’re going to be so cute.” Wade’s voice made me picture him petting Charlie’s head like he was a puppy.
“And you brought us markers. We can’t be mean after that.” Dakota’s logic was echoed by someone who had to be Jonah, judging by the way Graham and Russ rolled their eyes.
“But do you think this will work? What if…what if I need Daddy?” The way he nearly whispered the last part made me think they were talking about alcohol, not potions or cooking.
But the way alpha heads cocked in unison said the others were still confused.
“Then we’ll find him. Clothes on or not. We’re brave too.” Austin’s confidence was still at a frightening level but it made Charlie happy.
His pleased sound spilled out of the kitchen making the others around me grin even though they still didn’t seem to have any idea what was going on. “Alright, I’ll be brave.”
“You’re such a good boy.” Austin’s enthusiasm was accompanied by an umph sound from Charlie that sounded like he’d nearly been smothered by a hug.
“Austin, your boobies are…I can’t…”
Huh?
Now I was just as confused as the rest of them.
Austin had breasts?
“Sorry. I forgot how hard these are to work with.” Austin sounded slightly flustered but it was all too fascinating not to look to see what they were doing.
As I inched closer to the door, Simon put his hand on my shoulder and passed me something that looked like a kitchen tool or a BDSM one.
Oh.
The thin stick telescoped out and there was a small mirror on the end.
Why was he buying spy gear?
I decided to ask questions later and just be grateful for it in the moment. Nodding and mouthing a quick thanks, I barely pushed the door to the kitchen open and slid the mirror into the crack.
Bingo.
Interesting.
Austin was dressed like a fifties house omega with large fake breasts that gave him an impossibly tiny waist. It definitely explained the boobs comment but what it didn’t explain was the sippy cup he was pouring what seemed to be some kind of clear alcohol into.
“It’s not moonshine but it tastes like cotton candy.” Austin’s tone was earnest and for some reason it made Silas roll his eyes.
“Add some juice. That will help him feel little.” Wade was being sweet and helpful in the strangest way.
They were making him little?
By getting him drunk?
“It’s logical but we need a backup plan.” Bradley’s frown didn’t give me any clue about how drunk he was, but the fact that he thought any of this was reasonable made me realize he was already three sheets to the wind.
And the way his alpha was giggling behind me said he agreed.
Austin glared at him. “This is not a needs a backup plan situation. I’m taking very good care of him.”
Silas’s frown said he was considering stepping in but Charlie saved the day. “It’s a wonderful plan, Austin. He was just trying to take good care of me too. What if I end up big and naked instead of little and relaxed?”
Oh.
It was like light bulbs had gone off all around me. Every Dom straightened as their eyes went wide. They might’ve been surprised but I thought it was interesting logic at the very least.
Make Charlie a drunk little and he’d probably keep his clothes on…or at the very least not play grabby hands with Austin’s new boobies?
“Yes. It’s going to be a wonderful plan.” My brave and slightly ridiculous boy took a sip from the brightly colored cup and smiled. “Oh, this tastes wonderful. Yes, this is a wonderful plan.”
Saying it over and over would not make it a wonderful plan, but it seemed to make all of them happy, so I wouldn’t burst his bubble until the morning.
This was going to be something I’d be able to tease him about when we were old farts and could barely remember the shenanigans we’d gotten up to when we were young.
I couldn’t wait.
Charlie
“Ohh…”
Whoever was groaning had to stop before they killed me.
Wait.
I was the one groaning.
“Shit.” Everything hurt, including my hands as I brought them up to my face to check to make sure my head was still where it was supposed to be.