Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Damn it.
Daddy started to laugh again.
Ignoring him, I aimed for sweet and innocent as I subtly wiggled against Cohen. I didn’t want a full-on erection but just enough happiness to make him think good thoughts when he was looking at me.
I knew I’d gotten at least close when he barely managed to hold back a moan and kissed my forehead. “Yes, cutie.”
“Can I have more pancakes?” I decided at the last minute to kiss his cheek because good boys had manners. “Thank you for letting me have a sleepover.”
Bingo.
“God, that was so good.” Bishop’s giggles made me want to glare at him, but that would’ve given it away. “I’m going to remember that so you can’t use it against me.”
I almost snorted.
Of course I couldn’t use it against him.
It was Uncle Cohen that was the mushy Dom. Daddy would worry about vegetables or my blood sugar or something.
“Oh, can I have cinnamon and applesauce on them?” That sounded yummy no matter if I was big, little, or just manipulative.
Cohen groaned and Daddy started to giggle again. “I guess with fruit it would be healthy.”
Oh yeah.
Nodding eagerly, I wiggled closer and pushed him over so I could stretch out on his chest. I gave him a cute peck just innocent enough to not look naughty and then smiled. “You make the best pancakes and you’re such a good cuddler.”
Laying my head on his chest, I relaxed against him and fought to keep my eyes open so I didn’t accidentally fall back asleep and miss my chance at pancakes. “Thank you, Uncle Cohen.”
Daddy stuck his tongue out at me.
I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against Cohen’s chest, giving Daddy big, wide I’m so innocent eyes, and then stuck my tongue out at him since Uncle Cohen couldn’t see.
He started laughing again.
Daddy was going to make Uncle Cohen suspicious if he kept giggling. “Did you like the sleepover, Daddy?”
Ha, he couldn’t giggle if it looked like I was being sweet.
Daddy took a breath and snuggled closer, smiling and not making me look guilty anymore. “Yes, cutie.”
Wrapping his arms around us, Daddy kissed my forehead before shifting so he could give Cohen a big grown-up kiss. Now I was the one giggling because Cohen moaned into Daddy’s mouth and I could feel him getting hard again.
I knew the giggles meant I was getting littler, but I pushed it back just enough to stay almost big.
I wanted pancakes and I knew Daddy needed to know that I wasn’t embarrassed…not anymore at least. So that meant I had to stay mostly a grown-up.
Being a real grown-up was too hard, so I was going to be an almost one.
I thought that was a good compromise.
Daddy rested his forehead against Uncle Cohen’s and grinned. “You’re a terrible influence.”
Uncle Cohen scoffed. “I’m making sure he’s happy and has a big breakfast to start the day. I think I’m being a wonderful influence. He even asked for fruit.”
Daddy’s sigh made me giggle because I knew that one. It meant I was going to get more pancakes. “I want eggs.”
Scrunching up my face, I wiggled higher up Cohen and peeked around Daddy’s head. “I’m being a good boy and only want one thing. Pancakes. I’m not greedy.”
Daddy rolled his eyes before flopping over. “What if he made bacon? Do you still only want one thing?”
Oh, did Uncle Cohen have bacon?
Hmm.
Turning back to Cohen, I rested my head on my hands and gave him a sad look. “Daddy doesn’t want pancakes. But it would make him so happy to have bacon and eggs. Do you think we could make Daddy happy?”
Daddy groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. He was so dramatic. “Where did you learn that?”
Eli.
Duh.
Cohen was giving me a big smile like he thought I was the bestest boy ever. “I think making your Daddy happy is a good idea.”
Yay.
Bacon.
And if Daddy got grumpy and tried to take all of it, I would just sneak it off his plate.
“Thank you, Uncle Cohen.” Giving him another cheek kiss, I wiggled over him and giggled as he groaned this time. “Does Daddy need to make you happy?”
My brain wasn’t thinking about it at all anymore, but Daddy was still very grown-up and very Daddy, so he could make Uncle Cohen happy.
Now they both groaned dramatically.
They were so silly.
But Uncle Cohen kissed my nose and distracted me. “How about you go see if we have any bacon? And then you go find the…potty?”
Oh, Uncle Cohen was so smart.
“I’ll hurry.” Scrambling off Uncle Cohen, I was proud when I only made him grunt once. “I’ll be right back.”
Not too fast, though.
No zooming.
Had to find the bacon but had to look almost big.
Bacon.
Bacon.
Bacon.
It was going to be a great day.
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Oh, Daddy had the question look…and he was giving it to Uncle Cohen. That wasn’t good, so I snuck another piece of his bacon so my mouth was full.