The Secret Plan (The Game #10) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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Besides, I wasn’t the only one changing clothes. The majority of the brats and subbies were in either pajamas or sweats. Reese was walking around in boxer briefs and handing out Band-Aids, and Franklin was stark naked.

While Kingsley and River finished their smoke break, I heated up some leftovers in the kitchen and grabbed a Coke.

“Daddy!” Kit came running in, breathless. “Can I eat and sit with you, please? I miss you.”

Aw, my baby. “You never have to ask, little darlin’. Come here.”

I picked him up and positioned him on the only available surface next to the coffeemaker. His cheeks were still flushed from all the excitement, but I detected some uncertainty in his eyes too.

“Talk to Daddy. Everythin’ okay?” I checked the microwave, but the food needed another minute or so.

I’d wanted to have a quick aftercare chat with Kit earlier, but he’d been busy giggling and fawning over his new pajamas that Greer had given him. Custom-designed fighter jet PJs, like a whole suit in the softest material—I believed it was called a onesie. Only, it came with a detachable hood in the same fabric, same design, that covered his face except his mouth. “Because sometimes, only those two sweet holes matter,” Santa had said. So a hole to insert Daddy’s dick in the boy’s mouth, and a flap in the back for the other Daddy to pump his cock in and out of the boy’s ass.

Wonderful gift.

“So much yes, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay also.” Kit tugged at my hand. “I don’t want you to worry that I…you know… I don’t know. Maybe that I’d want more of…outside play with Tops? And I don’t.”

He was too sweet. I planted my hands on the counter, caging him in a bit, and I kissed his nose. “That’s the thing, Kit. I’m not worried anymore. And if you do want to explore some dirty fun with someone else in the future, we’ll get through that together.”

I was more convinced than ever before, and that was because I’d finally listened to Kit. He wasn’t naturally open with his relationships. He wasn’t Macklin. He wasn’t overly adventurous. He was…more like me. And even I could appreciate some extra spice from time to time.

I was curious about his wording, though. “You enjoyed your scene with Santa, didn’t you?”

There was that sweet blush.

“Considering how fast I came…” He laughed a little at himself. “It was so hot, Daddy. But it kind of stays there…? I don’t know if that makes any sense. I just feel like…this was so darn sexy, and I’m glad I got to experience it. But you and Daddy are the only Doms I want to be intimate with beyond…I guess what Greer did out there. I wouldn’t want to go any further with him—or any other Top.”

Despite that I wasn’t worried anymore, that felt fucking incredible to hear. Especially since I was the same. I related to his line of thinking.

“You’re very sweet for checkin’ in on Daddy,” I murmured. “I’m glad you told me this. It makes me very happy. Do you know how much Daddy loves you?”

He smiled, every trace of uncertainty gone, and widened his arms. “This much?”

I shook my head. “Way, way more.”

He giggled. “How far do I have to hold out my arms?”

I pretended to think about it as I checked the food again. Now it was perfect—and there was plenty for Kit to eat too.

“From here to Pluto,” I decided.

Kit gasped. “That’s funny, because that’s how much I love you too.”

Christ, what did he do to me? When he said things like that, I lost control of my own reactions. With a single goofy smile, he could squeeze my heart till it almost hurt. And I craved the sensation.

“It’s settled. We love each other from here to Pluto.” I kissed him on the forehead and helped him off the counter. “Let’s go steal our corner on the couch before Corey comes back from cleanin’ out his asshole.”

“Oh my gosh, Daddy!”

“What? That’s what boys gotta do after Daddy’s done with them.” I didn’t exactly think Sloan had used a rubber with his own boy. “Come on.”

“Yeah, but—” Kit huffed. “You use very vulgar words sometimes.”

Because it made him blush.

For the second half of the Secret Santa game, I got greedy. I planted myself in my spot of the couch, Kit on my left, Macklin on my right, and Luke on the other side of Macklin.

If possible, the food was even better now. River, Kingsley, Jack, Sloan, and some of the boys agreed with me as they joined us with their own plates. And by then, Greer was officially jealous and itching to get out of the Santa suit. He’d already shed the pillow stuffing and unbuttoned the top.

“May I get you a plate too, Santa?” Archie asked.


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