Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“He does.” Stepping back from Bishop, he kept my hand. “Let me tell you a few things I’ve discovered about your Daddy.”
My cheeks were so hot they hurt, but I didn’t let that stop me. “Please do.”
As Cohen led the way with my hand in his, our pup followed, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
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OUR BOY
Our Love, Book 2
Chapter 1
Cohen
Our pup had some questions to answer before the night was over. But for now, I was simply going to focus on the soft smile on Ian’s face and the warmth of his hand in mine.
And the wicked excitement radiating from our pup.
Our pup.
Yes, Bishop was definitely Ian’s Daddy, but he was our pup.
Our naughty pup.
But Ian’s tender Daddy.
Bishop was a fascinating mix of Dom and sub, but it seemed like his Dom side was completely focused on caring for Ian. He was a Daddy through and through, but I couldn’t help wonder what Ian would think about Bishop submitting to me.
“One thing your Daddy mentioned was that you have a sweet tooth as well.” The teasing comment got a sweet blush and a quiet groan from Ian. “He said you liked the cookies we made you.”
The seemingly shy sub shot me a frustrated glare that was so cute I had to remind myself that kissing him wasn’t acceptable…not yet, anyway.
I wasn’t even sure if this was a date.
Was it a date if we were having dinner, flirting, and talking around giving a sub an orgasm for being good?
Giving a soft huff that made Bishop grin even wider, Ian took a breath and stood straighter. “They were very good. Thank you.”
Hmm, it seemed like the shy sub had a bite to him.
“I’m glad.” Squeezing his hand, I decided to make sure we addressed a few things before we got to the door of the restaurant. “I wanted to make sure you knew I supported the two of you in figuring out how your relationship would look. You’ve made Bishop very happy.”
And now they were both blushing.
Ian’s gaze dropped to the ground, but he showed his gumption as he peeked back and forth at us. Bishop’s expression made Ian giggle. As he looked back at me, I wasn’t sure what he saw in my face, but Ian looked more confident as his giggle faded and he straightened.
“I appreciated that.” Taking a breath, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding both our gazes as he looked straight at the restaurant. “Seeing that you weren’t…well, that you were okay with what we were doing made it easier.”
Easier to submit?
Easier to trust?
Easier to come on this weird maybe date?
There were too many options to guess, so I nodded and tried to project a confidence I wasn’t sure I felt at the moment. “I’m glad. I want both of you to be happy.”
I meant it in the most innocent way possible, but something about my statement had Ian tripping over nothing and blushing again.
He wasn’t thinking only innocent thoughts.
It seemed like Bishop’s sweet boy had a wicked side, too.
Bishop’s deep, sexy chuckle didn’t help Ian’s ability to get his telltale blush under control, but it seemed like my pup liked how his boy was so easy to read.
I wasn’t sure what that said about my obliviousness in the past, but a small voice in the back of my head hinted that everything had happened at the right time. Agreeing was frustrating, but I wouldn’t have been the right Dom for Ian.
I wasn’t a Daddy…but maybe I could be an honorary uncle?
Was there a title for your Daddy’s Dom?
Nothing that I’d seen about that part of the lifestyle put me off, but it simply wasn’t how I saw myself. I wasn’t a Daddy…but then again…I hadn’t seen myself as a handler either.
Clearly, my ability to self-assess needed some work.
“Should I ask what you’re thinking?” Bishop’s teasing pulled me from my wandering thoughts and had Ian groaning.
Thankfully, he wasn’t talking to me.
“No…that would be…” Shaking his head, Ian gave Bishop a wide-eyed look that was very contrived and looked like something Eli would’ve taught him. “Please, no?”
As I tried not to laugh, Bishop snickered and shook his head. “I think we need to make a rule about aiming that expression at me just to get what you want.”
Ian’s startled expression had me laughing and shaking my head. “Don’t agree with it. It’s a trap.”
Bishop shot me a glare that was half laughter and half frustration. “You’re just making trouble.”
Nodding eagerly, I didn’t even try to hide my grin. “Absolutely.”
Ian’s quiet giggles were infectious, and Bishop was barely hanging on to his fake outrage as I explained how I saw my role. “Think of me as an honorary uncle to your boy. I’m the fun one who gets to jump in and make trouble and encourage ridiculous things. Then you’re left to enforce the rules when I’m gone.”