Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
And sparkly.
And warm.
And tingly.
And messy.
And perfect.
Chapter 16
Enzo
“I have the best toys, Daddy.” Nuzzling up against me in the shower, Terrence gave a smiley sigh, still at least half out of it. “But you have the strangest relatives. Do they think the doorbell is broken?”
Before I could answer, he kept rambling. “Mine was broken for a while and it drove the delivery people nuts. I had to get it fixed. The pizza place said if I didn’t, they’d stop delivering to me.”
I managed not to laugh but he made it so fucking difficult.
“Well, I’ll handle that next time.” There would be a next time. Primarily because I seemed to have been the only contractor he’d ever hired who’d actually done the job they were supposed to. “I’m helpful with a house, but all I can do for stupid relatives is batten down the hatches and ignore them.”
He giggled as the doorbell rang again. “Leander would’ve opened the door by now.”
I wasn’t that delusional.
“We’re not living in a fantasy land, so we’re going to ignore it until it’s time to go over for dinner. I’d rather be hanging out with you all night and playing anyway, so I don’t have to be polite.” I’d be vaguely accommodating and that was about it. “So what are we going to do about the doorbell?”
And the way someone had tried to pick my lock?
“Nothing. We don’t hear it.” His confident tone lasted about a split second before he giggled again. “And if they’re naughty, we play the Home Alone man again.”
He was much more devious than I was…and his brain worked really fast…or maybe it just multitasked incredibly well?
“You’re really smart.” The subtle threat that we’d go all Home Alone on their asses had the lockpicker backing off with a curse.
I was pretty sure it was one of the youngest cousins because he was easily bribed with alcohol, but it could’ve been any one of them, honestly.
“I can make lists too, Daddy.” He shrugged, sounding very pleased with himself. “I just do fun lists.”
I loved the way his brain worked.
He couldn’t feed himself healthy things on a regular basis or even change the air filters in his house, but he could threaten my family and protect the castle.
He was amazing.
And hopefully not about to be eaten by my aunts.
“You are wonderful at making fun lists.” Kissing his wet head, I turned him around in the shower. “Alright, time to rinse.”
Or he’d talk me into giving him another orgasm.
He’d been not-so-subtly wiggling against me and he was making it hard to ignore my own erection. My plan had been to leave it alone for the time being so I could take my time with him later, but Terrence seemed to have other plans.
He let me move him around but he backed his bottom up against me and giggled as he used his ass cheeks to play with my dick. “Daddy needs to get me all dirty again.”
Trying not to laugh, I kissed his neck. “Is that right?”
Nodding and giggling, he rocked back and forth to slip my dick between his cheeks and down between his legs. “Daddy can’t be stressed when he talks to the crazy people. Oops. Don’t tell Leander.”
His wicked snickers had me shaking my head. “Never. I won’t tattle on my naughty boy, but I will get him all dirty.”
Since that seemed to be what my little cutie wanted.
His pleased with himself sigh almost made me laugh, but what made it perfect was his cute whispers to himself. “Leander isn’t always right.”
And he loved that.
Their constant politely worded battles about who was the most right were one of the funniest things I’d ever heard.
Deciding he’d won made Terrence even more cheerfully naughty and he went back to rocking back and forth so I was fucking my dick between his legs. “I’m a good boy and Daddy makes good games.”
He’d liked being my needy omega.
And I liked how loud he and Leander talked on the phone…and all the dirty books Leander seemed to read.
Orlando had needed to google what an omega was, but curiously enough, Carlo and Sergio hadn’t needed to.
They’d just grinned.
Growling low as I nibbled on his neck, I shook my head. “No, your alpha likes to make his naughty omega beg and come.”
Moaning, Terrence shivered and started rocking faster. “I…I was a good omega, Alpha.”
“You were.” And he’d thoroughly enjoyed the game. “You begged for my knot and you got so wet for me. Your slick was running down your thighs you were so needy.”
Well, the lube had gotten a bit messy, so it counted.
My naughty boy’s entire body clenched as I started to fuck him faster. “You were so slick and you begged for your alpha like the sweetest little slut.”
He was definitely going to come again.
Giving in to what he clearly wanted, I ran my still soap-slicked hand down his chest and wrapped his around his cock. It gave me the leverage to fuck him harder and it gave him all the pleasure he’d been begging for.