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)
“You…It’s what you both want?” He glanced back and forth between us, not looking concerned but giving me the impression he was working off some kind of mental checklist.
He clearly wasn’t fully awake yet.
“Yes.” I leaned in and kissed his nose, loving the way he scrunched up his face and sighed. “It’s what we both want.”
Chuckling, he shook his head before flopping back into me. “Yes, I want to stay as long as I don’t have to think. I’m still at a…you know…brain bad, pancakes good level.”
I wasn’t sure if laughing made me a bad Daddy or not, but he was so funny.
I kept it down to a quick snicker, though. “We’ll remember that. No thinking.”
Cohen’s eyes were sparkling with barely suppressed laughter, but he was a much better Dom than me and managed not to laugh. “How do pancakes, then a shower and bed sound?”
Perfect.
But he wasn’t talking to me.
Ian blinked, his brain taking a moment to find an answer. “Yes, please.”
“Good.” Cohen rose, kissing Ian’s head as he stood. “Then we have a plan.”
Yay.
But as Ian slowly climbed off my lap and stretched as he shifted to his own seat, I made a mental note that he wasn’t going to be operating any heavy machinery after a big scene. Nope, we were going to treat scenes like nighttime cold medicine because his brain was definitely half-asleep.
Well, his brain was half-asleep, but based on the sexy, satisfied smile that he got as his ass settled against the hard kitchen chair, the grown-up half was the part that was awake…awake and remembering how good the scene had been.
Hmm, how quickly could we eat and then get back to bed without it feeling rushed?
Daddies had such hard decisions to make.
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I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not, but something about being naked again or maybe just something about the shower had Ian’s mind working at full speed.
“Wow, this is fucking…” Ian stopped as Cohen started to laugh, catching his naughty words. “Shit.”
The wet sound of my hand against his ass as the water pounded over us was the sexiest fucking thing ever.
“Is that how a good boy talks?” Cohen’s expression was entirely too teasing, so I knew something was up.
Especially when Ian just stuck his tongue out at the cheeky Dom.
Yep, they were up to something but figuring out what ran right out of my head when Ian turned his wide, innocent eyes in my direction. “Sorry, Daddy.”
His brain was definitely working.
“It’s alright this time.” I gave Cohen a curious stare that just had the silly man giggling. “You both look very suspicious.”
That only got me more laughter from both of them.
Yep, that wasn’t suspicious at all.
But they distracted me again when Cohen stepped away from his showerhead to join us at the opposite one. Just watching the water trail down his body had my imagination running wild, but when his cock started to thicken and he leaned in to kiss our giggly boy, all logical thought went right out the window.
They were so fucking sexy together.
Ian’s mind seemed to be on the same track based on the sounds he was making and the way he’d started moving against Cohen.
A very hard Cohen.
Hmm, he hadn’t come earlier.
If I was pup or sub Bishop in the shower, I’d have let Cohen decide what he wanted to do about that erection…because he was more than capable of directing our fun and my mouth…but I was pretty sure I was closer to Daddy Bishop…so what did that mean?
That meant I was going to let my boy please our Dom.
That was a sound plan, right?
There was no way Cohen could take issue with that…mostly because Ian was just too sweet.
As their mouths broke apart, Ian was still squirming against Cohen, clearly having fun rubbing himself against the sexy Dom’s erection. I stepped behind Ian, stroking my hands over his chest and loving the way it made Cohen’s eyes go sexy and dark. “I think Cohen’s been very patient.”
The subtle reminder that our Dom was still hard had Ian’s gaze going low and his body rocked forward again. “Yes, Daddy.”
The breathy response had my dick getting hard again, but it was definitely Cohen’s turn. Leaning down, I kissed Ian’s neck to give Cohen a show. “How should we help him? Hands or mouths? What do you think he would like?”
I wasn’t going to push Ian if he wasn’t ready for more or just needed space at the moment, but nothing in his expression or the way he was rubbing his body against Cohen’s said he was second-guessing pleasing our Dom.
After a moment, he leaned back against me, cheeks getting pink as he rubbed himself back and forth against both our erections. “Daddy? Are we both…I mean…our mouths…?”
Oh yes, I liked where our dirty boy’s mind was going.