Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
As he cried out and clenched around the tip to get more, I carefully shifted my other hand so I could squeeze one pink cheek. It just added even more pleasure to my overwhelmed boy and I could feel his orgasm building.
“I wouldn’t have been able to resist you. I’d have been too tempted if you’d leaned against the tree, pushing your naked bottom out for your Daddy.” Squeezing that sexy naked bottom seemed to make the fantasy even more real. “Yes, you needed to be punished so you don’t get us into trouble.”
Jolts fired through him as his thrusts lost their smooth rhythm and he was desperately trying to get as much of my finger as possible.
“I’d have pressed you against the tree and wrapped my hand around your penis so you could have humpies while I rocked against your bottom. You’d have made us both very naughty.”
That seemed to be the tipping point for my sexy boy.
He gasped and his orgasm fired through him as he jerked and thrust his erection more roughly against my lap. He made a wonderful mess as he lost control and I could feel his cum already seeping through my pants before he’d even finished chasing every last ounce of pleasure he could.
When he finally went boneless, his only movement was faint breathing and random jerks like his body was still remembering how good his orgasm had been.
Happiness and love radiated through the bond, but the perfect moment was too good to be true.
Someone knocked on the door.
For fuck’s sake.
“Mr. Fraser, Sir, we’re here to meet Paxton. We’ll be good. We’re even being patient and knocked. But littles need friends, so you have to share him for playtime.”
We were being invaded.
Chapter 21
Paxton
Good grief.
“Daddy?” My brain was too fuzzy to process reality right, but as I blinked and tried to clear my head, I heard knocking again.
It’d been real.
Daddy’s sigh made it clear it wasn’t just in my head. “For fuck’s sake.”
He said it several more times before he took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss my head. “Are we hiding or trying to get cleaned up?”
“Mr. Fraser, you need to let him have friends. Mr. Kennedy says you’re hiding him from us.” The overly cheerful voice coming from the front door had me pressing my face into the couch and groaning.
“How do they know?” I’d been boring, hadn’t I? Looking back up, I frowned at Daddy. “Did I call you Daddy when we were at lunch?”
Daddy frowned and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
Sighing, I rolled over just enough to curl into him and not get tangled in my pants. “It’s the old men. It has to be their fault.”
Daddy’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. “I think you’re right. However, that doesn’t fix our current predicament.”
“Maybe you should call him Daddy Fraser since he’s a Daddy now? He might not be answering since we’re being rude?” Another local being helpful made Daddy sigh. “Be polite and try again.”
“Daddy Fraser, we know you’re a Daddy now, so you have to tell us how to be polite to you since we’re not your friends.” The first voice made that statement sound reasonable but Daddy’s head cocked as he focused on the words.
Was it reasonable?
“Is that part of the social dynamics in town? Should I have done something differently at lunch?” The locals being dragons and mages and having magic should’ve been the most difficult thing to get used to…but it wasn’t.
“I have no idea.” He shrugged. “I never dated anyone in town since I knew they weren’t my mate.”
It was nice to know I didn’t have to worry about running into his crazy exes at the diner, but it didn’t help me to know what to do in our current situation. “They sound very earnest…and excited.”
Snickering, Daddy slumped back into the couch and started petting my head. “They’re excited to meet you.”
Ugh.
Scrunching up my face, I huffed. “If I’m going to live with you, I guess I need to meet them at some point.”
Daddy moaned and looked like he’d rather be doing naughty things. “We’re coming back to that live with me statement because that’s sexy as fuck.”
I couldn’t help giggling and hiding against him. It got me a head kiss and a hug, but he didn’t get too distracted. “Meet them? Yes. Play with them and be little? No.”
Daddy eased me back just enough to give me a very serious Daddy look. “They can be grown-up friends that you hang out with once in a while or even people you just wave at in passing.”
“Are you sure?” I didn’t think that was going to be an option with how the rest of the town seemed to operate.
Daddy tried to look sure but I had a feeling he wanted to shrug. “Yes. Just because you share a kink or a lifestyle with someone doesn’t automatically make you friends.”