Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I needed that,” Jordan said when they pulled away.
Ian’s chin dipped toward his chest as he said softly, “I did too.”
“It’ll be okay,” I told them.
“How do you know?” Ian asked. “Most of the time, things don’t work out for me. I don’t even know how to do this.” He groaned. “And I hate being a baby about it.”
“First of all, you’re not being a baby about it. We’ve talked about this—all feelings are valid. Second, this is new for you—for you both, and for me in some ways too—but we’re all in this together, and it’ll be fine. And lastly, there’s nothing you have to do. Just be yourself. They’ll adore you both.” I knew they would. It wasn’t traditional, but that wouldn’t stand in the way of Mom’s or Zoey’s want for me to be happy. That just wasn’t how we worked. “Now, finish getting dressed so we can go. Jordan, I want you to wear the pink polo shirt with the navy shorts. Ian, the charcoal Henley T-shirt and jeans.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Their words made my heart swell with joy. I was so gone for them both and would fight like hell to make this work.
“I want Sunshine to wear a pair of panties for me. That way he’s wearing something you want and something I want too.” Ian was into putting pretty things on Jordan.
“That’s fine,” I replied, and Ian got a pair of lacy underwear out for Jordan.
After we finished getting ready, we left.
My eyes found Ian’s in the rearview mirror. “You’re fidgeting.”
“I can’t help it. This is stressful as fuck.”
“Is there something you need from me to make it easier? I can pull over…paddle your ass so you feel me there all day.”
His eyes widened. “Hell no! I’m not like Jordan. I would die if something kinky had gone on before or while I was with your mom.”
“Spoilsport.” I winked, then glanced at Jordan. “How’s that cage doing, kitten?”
“Good. Makes me feel dirty. I like it.” He looked at Ian over his shoulder. “It’s a good distraction.”
“No thank you.” Ian shook his head.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked Jordan. “I know you’ve been worried about your granny. Is today going to be hard for you too?”
“No, Daddy. I want to meet them.”
A few minutes later, we pulled up at the house. I’d already told Zoey to go easy on us. Mom too, but especially my sister. I’d never taken a man home except for Tony. Now I was taking two of them. Zoey would definitely want to bust my balls.
“We ready?” I asked, and they confirmed they were. “If you need me, or need a moment at any time, just tell me…the sun is bright today.” I smiled at Jordan. “And I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Ian nodded.
“Let’s go.”
I did my standard knock to alert them I was there, then slid the door open. Mom and Zoey both stood not too far from the door as if they’d been waiting there for us. “No, this isn’t creepy at all,” I said, ushering my boys inside first.
“We were going more for eager to meet your boyfriends.” Zoey patted my shoulder. “Only you, big brother.”
“You promised you’d be good.”
“Best behavior. I promise.”
Mom swatted her arm lightly. “Be nice to your brother.”
“Hey, he has two guys, and I can’t even score one. I think he has enough people being nice to him!”
“Your sister is the best!” Jordan said, and the ice was officially broken. His response was one of the many reasons I loved him so much. My playful little kitten. Still, I worried about Ian, so I placed my hand at the small of his back.
“I am the best,” Zoey replied. “From what David said, I take it you’re Jordan.”
“Yep. It’s great to meet you.” When my sister leaned in with open arms, Jordan hugged her, and I felt Ian tense slightly beneath my palm. I rubbed circles on his back with my thumb so he knew I was there to take care of him.
“You can call me Mom or Cheryl.” Mom hugged Jordan, then turned toward my pup. “That makes you Ian. We’ve heard a lot about you as well. We’re glad to have you here.” Mom went more tentatively into the hug with Ian. She was good at reading people too. He returned it, a bit awkwardly, as if unsure what to do or how to react. Ian did the same with Zoey before Mom said, “How about we get out of the doorway?”
“Good idea.” We headed farther inside, eventually finding ourselves in the living room. It was an open-concept house, the kitchen and dining room on the other side of the open space.
“Anyone want a drink?” Zoey asked. “We have water, tea, coffee, margaritas.”
“You had me at margaritas,” Jordan replied. “I can help.” He was good at this, at fitting in, no matter what situation he was put in. Even if he felt uncomfortable, Jordan could hide it.