Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
It was so weird.
But he wanted a kiss, so I stretched out beside him because that was easier than trying to figure out what alternate universe I’d fallen into. “I like kissing you too.”
I felt a bit silly but it made Gareth smile even wider. “Let’s see how it feels to make out when Bates isn’t watching. I already know I like it when he is watching.”
“Me too.” That seemed obvious, so I couldn’t not answer. “What if it’s weird to make out when he’s not here?”
Gareth shrugged. “Then we practice until it’s not weird.”
He always had the best logic.
“Okay.” But now what? “Can I get closer?”
“Sure.” Gareth didn’t seem to need space as I pressed my front to his, in fact, he wrapped his arm over me and smiled. “I like this. We should cuddle more.”
“I like cuddling.” My brains seemed to have wandered off, which was why it took me so long to realize that he was waiting for me to kiss him. He was just smiling and petting my back and watching me with an expectant look that finally made everything click.
When had I agreed to be in charge of the kissing thing?
Fuck it all.
Inching closer, I told myself he had a safeword and it’d been his idea to begin with. Gareth knew what he wanted and that was a kiss. From me. He wanted to cuddle. With me.
Yep, I knew what he wanted.
When I was so close I could feel his breath against my lips, I finally kissed him, keeping it soft and simple in case…
Well, I wasn’t sure what I was worrying about, but it felt a bit silly when he moaned and wrapped himself around me, draping one leg over mine as he sucked in a breath.
“Kissing you is so…” His voice trailed off as his leg pulled me tighter against him and sent a shiver through me.
That had him making a happy, pleased sound, but it was lost as I finally managed to stop worrying and deepened the kiss. As our tongues stroked against each other’s and his cock ground against mine, worrying was the last thing I wanted to do.
Kissing and conversations with our Dom suddenly seemed a lot more important.
Chapter 16
Bates
“We kissed and snuggled but we didn’t have sex or orgasms…and we brought lunch.” Holding out what seemed to be sandwiches, Gareth gave me an almost innocent-looking smile. “We were good enough for rewards.”
It seemed like I had a boy who was eager for an orgasm, but before I could tease him about it, Cashel poked his side.
“Oh, and you were very patient this morning with Jude and didn’t threaten him with burying his body, so you deserve a reward too.” Gareth’s eyes dropped to the front of my pants, making his idea of a reward clear. “It’s only fair.”
I had a feeling Cashel had influenced Gareth’s idea of rewards and fairness, but I wasn’t going to call out the blushing cutie. I was too proud of him for his clear manipulation of Gareth and getting him to ask if they could give me a blow job.
“I think that sounds very logical and I was very polite about all of it.” Finding it funny had helped a bit in that regard, but I wasn’t going to talk my cuties out of their plan…especially with Gareth’s delightful oral fixation. “Should we have lunch and then think about rewards?”
One of their stomachs gurgled making it clear that lunch needed to come first. They each gave the other an are you kidding kind of look, so it seemed that neither was willing to be the one to admit to needing food more than sucking dick.
“So we have a plan.” Giving them a kiss as they came deeper into the apartment, I shut the door and pulled them into a big hug. “I’m so glad you came back.”
Cashel curled into my shoulder and blushed, but Gareth huffed. “I didn’t want to leave to begin with.”
That had been wonderfully obvious.
Subtle, he was not.
“You leaving had not been my plan either but there had been extenuating circumstances.” The drama queens had been afoot early and needed to be placated so I didn’t get accused of kidnapping. “How did your talk go with Brady?”
I already knew how it had gone but I wanted to hear it from their perspective.
Cashel sighed and seemed fine with letting Gareth do the talking. “They were so weird. Why should it be stressful when we have a date and stay over but it’s not when Brady meets an elf and basically moves in with him?”
Before I could come up with a delicate way to make sure Gareth didn’t still think Jude was an elf, he kept going. “And when does someone go from being a stranger to not a stranger? Is sex part of that? Is Jude living with us or is Brady living with him? And do you know if buying groceries is the threshold for that?”