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 looked so excited that I couldn’t tell him no. “That’s right. One. Two.”
I’d obviously made him happy…but what the fuck had I agreed to?
Being a stand-in Daddy was hard.
****
The low beep of the text message popping up on my phone seemed loud in the quiet of Ian’s bedroom, but I quickly silenced it since I’d been playing on it for the past fifteen minutes.
He was a cuddly sleeper but didn’t seem to be a deep one when he was sober because when I’d tried to inch off the bed earlier, I’d almost woken him up. So I was stuck and had decided to get up-to-date on the news and check my emails as he finished sleeping.
Thankfully, he only had about ten more minutes before his alarm went off. I knew that because we’d spent twenty minutes playing a guessing game with one, two, threes, and giggles before I’d figured it out.
I’d almost called Bishop in defeat before Ian had decided pantomiming jumping out of bed when his alarm went off would be funny.
Being a full-time Uncle would be exhausting…and this whole adventure was a good reminder of how important Bishop was in our life.
His text made me question that sincere belief, though.
You two were supposed to wake me up with a sexy text. Where’s my morning tease?
He was insane, but I was a good Dom and managed not to point that out as I responded. I was also pleased with myself when I didn’t ask him why the hell he was up so early.
Your boy hasn’t even woken up yet.
And I wasn’t going to send him a picture of my morning wood. I was not that kind of Dom.
Right?
I could almost picture him giggling.
So it’s coming later? I can be patient.
I sincerely doubted that, but the idea made me smile.
Are you sure about that?
I managed not to laugh as his completely over-the-top reply popped up on my screen. It was a screenshot of his bulge straining the front of his boxer briefs. Clearly, he hadn’t gotten up for the day…well, he hadn’t left his room yet.
He was definitely up.
I’m not seeing patience. I’m seeing a brat who’s going to get a spanking when he gets home.
That just got me a laughing emoji.
I haven’t come yet even though I’ve been thinking about you two. So that’s fabulous patience.
He was probably counting on my getting distracted once he was finally home, but I was definitely going to make sure he knew I was remembering every naughty thing he was doing to get attention.
Be careful or I’ll see what Ian thinks about you not being able to come until you get home.
And now I got a pouting emoji.
Cheeky brat.
I was going to point that out until Ian distracted me by wiggling closer and rubbing his erection against me. “What are you doing?”
The sleepy, disgruntled tone had me trying not to smile as I answered him honestly. “Texting your Daddy and telling him that messaging me a dick pic is not showing me how patient he is.”
“Huh?” In a second, Ian’s head popped up as the words processed but then clearly didn’t make any sense. “A dick pic?”
“Kind of.” I scrolled to find the picture and handed him my phone. “See.”
He giggled, but it was a very wicked, grown-up sound. The way he wiggled closer and rocked against me made it even more clear that he wasn’t little anymore, no matter how he was dressed. “He’s very awake.”
As I groaned, he leaned over and turned off his alarm before letting out a wicked giggle. He decided to be mischievous and called Bishop, making sure the video mode was active as he angled the phone to show both of us off to his naughty Daddy. “Hi, Daddy.”
The plus side to such an early call was that he was still alone in his small room on the train, but the frustrating part was that he was bare-chested and made sure we knew he was still wonderfully hard. “You two look very cozy this morning.”
The way he nearly purred the words had Ian giggling, loving the naughty start to the morning, but I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was it going anywhere? Was I overthinking it?
The answer seemed to be yes based on the sexy smile Bishop gave Ian. “Did you have fun last night, cutie?”
Ian nodded, snuggling closer and resting his head on my chest as I took the phone. “We watched cartoons and had ice cream and then it was bedtime.” The sentence itself was completely innocent, but something about the way he said it had me getting harder.
It was definitely the sweet, sexy tone, but I couldn’t have explained what got to me.
“Oh, it sounds like you had a good night and that Cohen took good care of you.” Now Bishop was doing it too.