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)
And I wouldn’t complain about it either.
Joel wiggled off me and onto all fours on the bed, wagging his imaginary tail as he giggled. The fact that he was in adorably mismatched pajamas made it cute, but I had a feeling it would be something else completely when he was fully dressed as a pup.
I wasn’t sure if Joel could imagine that part, and the innocently sweet smile he aimed in my direction didn’t make that any clearer. “Cute, Daddy?”
“Yes.” Was there a way to explain to a little that Daddy thought the tail would be confusingly sexy? “You’re going to look very cute, baby boy.”
Tate’s dirty snicker said he’d guessed some of what was going through my head, but Joel just threw himself at me again. “Yay.”
Yeah, I was going to have to figure out how to bring that up at some point, but the questions got pushed to the back of my head as Joel started wiggling his imaginary tail again and aimed his smile at Tate. “Cute?”
Tate’s laughter was wicked and made Joel giggle. “Oh yes. You’re going to be a very cute pup.”
Coming over to the bed, he sat down on the inch of free space beside me and leaned over to give Joel a quick kiss. “And you’re going to be a happy one. Do you think your pup would like to wear a cage too?”
Weirdest fucking conversation ever.
“Oh.” Joel’s eyes got wide and he looked like he’d never thought of something so perfect. “Wiggles and wags and tugs.”
Whipping his head around to look at me again, he flopped down and aimed his best give me what I want face at me. “Daddy? Tugs too?”
For fuck’s sake.
Okay, I was his Daddy and Daddies answered questions their littles asked...no matter how weird they were. It’d literally been in the Daddy Instructions website I’d found. I could do it.
“Yes, I think you’d like the tugs your cage gives you. It’s probably going to bounce when you run around and play.” Based on how his body would be positioned, that seemed logical, but I was glad when Tate’s nod backed me up. “You like tugs.”
He liked them a lot.
Wiggling over us, he was doing his best to look adorable so he could get his way. “Tugs and wags and barks and playing.”
“We’ll find lots of games for our pup to play and you’ll have lots of fun wagging and barking.” Between tugs and wagging, I had a feeling he’d have lots of fun.
“Lots.” Tate snickered and waggled his eyebrows which made Joel start laughing again.
“How do you make that sound dirty?” I shouldn’t have asked but it just popped out.
“It’s a gift.” Looking proud of himself, he leaned over Joel and started tickling him. “One your baby boy really likes.”
“So does your naughty boy.” My comeback got more giggles from Joel and as Tate finally stopped tickling him, Joel flopped down over me and wiggled his bottom.
“Naughties.” Giggling again, Joel buried his head in Tate’s lap.
I couldn’t decide if he was being naughty or just hiding his face against the first soft surface he found, but no matter how it started, it turned interesting when Tate moaned. “Yep, that’s naughty but it’s really nice too.”
Joel snickered then moved his face higher and wiggled it right over Tate’s groin. “Naughty and nice.”
Tate couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to moan or laugh, and ended up doing both. “Cheeky boy.”
But he rewarded the cheeky boy by reaching down and giving his pajama-clad bottom a pop. “Don’t distract me. I came in to ask what movie you guys wanted to watch now that I’m done.”
Popping up, Joel pressed his hands right over Tate’s erection and pretended not to notice. “All done? Bad people all done?”
The charitable way to describe what had happened was that there was a misunderstanding about who was supposed to finish a paper that was part of a group project.
Tate had not been very charitable about any of it.
“Some people are just stupid.” Tate shook his head as he frowned. “And bad liars. God.”
Nodding slowly, Joel sighed. “Tate gets a reward.”
Probably for not killing anyone.
He might’ve looked like a frat boy, but he was slightly obsessive about his grades. But at the moment, he was using all those smarts to read right through Joel’s innocent routine. “Do you think I deserve a reward? I was very polite when I ignored the bullshit he was spewing and the paper is better now that I finished it.”
He was so modest.
Joel giggled but I had a feeling Tate’s confidence was something he loved best about Tate. “Yes. Big rewards.”
Giving Tate an innocent-looking thinking face, Joel started wagging his ass like he had a tail and then moving his hands back and forth in an opposite rhythm.
Still right over Tate’s cock, though.