Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
They’d both lost their minds.
“Oh, what do you think my something else is?” Joel was nearly clapping his hands he was so eager to figure it out…probably because he was assuming it meant he’d get to come again. “What are my options?”
Ugh.
That was a Tate question.
He was still radiating naughty, but he took the strange question seriously. “Well, in the building we have pups and littles. Bug guy has to be something too. He’s not boring enough to be as vanilla as he’s claiming. Oh, and I think someone in the next building over is a pony because I’ve heard some interesting rumors.”
Joel’s eyes got wide. “That sounds fascinating.”
“Which one?” I wasn’t sure I should just start randomly guessing.
“All of it.” Patting my head again, he leaned over and gave me a quick peck. “And the gossip too. I didn’t hear that story.”
He’d kissed me again.
“Wouldn’t I be so cute with a tail? Either kind.” Joel seemed to think it was a reasonable question, but I was kind of stuck on the kiss and the fact that those would be two very different kinds of tails.
“Do you want to try out being something like a pup or do you just want a tail?” Tate was thankfully thinking along the same lines, but he surprised me as he sat up and gave me a quick peck before leaning over me and giving Joel a longer one.
With tongue.
“Hey.” Shit. “Never mind.”
They both stared down at me smiling, so I closed my eyes again. If I couldn’t hide, I was at least going to pretend to.
“Oh, do I have a jealous boy?” Tate should’ve sounded like a dick as he dropped his voice and did something to sound more dominant, but unfortunately, he didn’t.
He sounded tempting.
I was smart enough to keep my eyes closed and even managed not to do anything else stupid, but that didn’t stop them from tormenting me.
“It’s going to be important for us to remember that everyone’s needs will be different and that’s okay.” Joel’s helpful Kink 101 lecture was making it really hard not to peek. “Sometimes I might need to be used like a slut and Dean might just want to cuddle. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Part of me wanted to nod but a bigger part started cataloging all the assumptions he was making in that one short span.
Had we moved from exploring kink to being…
Nope.
I had enough on my plate without looking for more.
“That’s right, and communication is going to be key.” Two hands were now petting my head as Tate played co-instructor for the class. “And while Dean may not have explained what he wanted in the best way, he was very clear. What do you think he wanted?”
“Tongue.” Giggling, Joel thought the answer was hilarious. “He wanted a bigger kiss, Master.”
“I think so too.” Tate shifted but I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt his breath on my lips. “Let’s experiment again and see if we’re right.”
Fuck.
That time his mouth lingered on mine, barely brushing against me as I froze and nearly forgot to breathe. The soft way he kissed me didn’t get the air flowing again, but when his teeth nibbled on my lower lip, I sucked in a breath.
Tate chuckled and slipped his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss before I could shut down again. I couldn’t help moaning as he slowly made love to my mouth and it felt weird for a moment until Joel went back to stroking his hand over my head and sighed. “You look so good together. I’m so glad you’re getting your kiss. Now I don’t have to worry.”
He was so fucking manipulative.
Tate chuckled, obviously pleased with something, and his sexy sound made me realize I’d started kissing him back.
Fuck it all.
He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to make me insane. “Such a cute sucker for our boy.”
Okay, insane and even more turned on.
Our boy?
What were we doing?
Besides kissing.
And ear fucking.
And stroking my chest.
Moaning just couldn’t be helped, and the way Tate fucked my mouth deeper every time I did it was giving me stupidly crazy positive reinforcement.
They were going to be really bad for my sanity…and my self-restraint.
When Tate finally eased back, barely brushing his lips against me one last time before he straightened, I eventually admitted defeat and opened my eyes all the way. He was looking right into them, almost smiling but still looking more serious than he usually did. “I have to admit, the jealous part was hot, but we’re going to ask for what we want, aren’t we?”
Well fuck.
He was being a good Dom.
“I…if we’re going to be admitting things, this might be the part where I tell you that the voices in my head are kind of conflicted. I…I’m not always going to be good at doing the right thing.” Whatever that looked like.