Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Then we’re going to have to come up with consequences for when you’re a brat, or worse, uncommunicative.” Tate had the stern Dom look down pat but Joel couldn’t help lightening the mood.
“You’re sexy when you use big words.” He leaned over and grinned as he kissed Tate’s cheek. “I like communicating. Do I get rewards for it?”
Cheeky brat.
I owed him for distracting Tate before our curious new Master could decide what he thought consequences looked like.
“What kind of rewards do you want?” Tate obviously let us change the subject but it kind of made me feel guilty instead of happy.
I needed to find the Dom side that Joel said he thought I had or my sub side was going to give me an ulcer.
“Oh.” Joel lit up again and did a full-body wiggle that had his erection rubbing my ear again. “Orgasms or special blow jobs or special cuddles or butt pats and you tell me that I’m a good boy, oh, or fancy kisses or special attention.”
He liked being special…got it. I had questions about several things on his list, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what fancy kisses were just yet.
Tate’s grin said he was curious, but thankfully, I was saved by Joel’s stomach rumbling. “Oh, or a special snack...or dessert.”
Chuckling, Tate nodded. “I think those are very reasonable.”
How?
Did he know what fancy kisses were?
Should I look that up online?
“Alright, first question. Does anyone have an idea for breakfast?” Tate didn’t seem surprised when we shook our heads. “Second question is for our resident worrier. Dean, if I let you shower by yourself are you going to end up more nuts than you are right now?”
He was a pain in the ass.
“Yes.” I probably should’ve lied but it didn’t occur to me until after I’d already answered. “Um, no?”
Tate rolled his eyes. “You don’t lie well enough to get away with it.”
“I lie just fine.” Didn’t I?
His snort said he would disagree with me. “Joel lies better.”
“Hey.” I was pretty sure I was offended by that, but Joel just giggled.
Tate ignored my indignation and turned his attention back to Joel. “Do you want to forage for breakfast or shower with Dean in the tomb?”
When I was a real adult with a full-time job and the ability to actually pay rent somewhere, my first place was going to have a badass shower.
“That’s hard.” Joel sighed and looked down. “I want to shower with Dean but I keep banging my elbow when I pretend someone else is in there with me. I don’t think my arm would survive my imaginary sex partner being real.”
He was imagining having sex with someone in the shower?
Did he have an imaginary friend?
Was he having sex with his imaginary friend?
If someone had sex with their imaginary friend, were they still a virgin since another full-bodied human wasn’t involved?
Tate was quiet and blinked a few times, so I had a feeling his brain had stumbled over something too. “Okay, then you’re going to be in charge of breakfast, but since you don’t get shower fun, how about I promise you fancy kisses later?”
So he knew what fancy kisses were?
“Yes.” Joel would’ve thrown himself at Tate, but I was still kind of on his lap. “Oops.”
Nearly killing us both, Joel flopped back against the couch. “Shoot.”
Tate laughed but leaned over and gave the nut a kiss. “No hurting my sub. That’s my job.”
“Oh.” Joel’s brain seemed to have exploded with just that one line and his entire body melted…well except for one excitable part. “Really?”
Tate smiled but there was something else in it besides just finding Joel cute. Joel was always cute, so I knew I was missing something. “Of course, especially now that we’re sober and communicating and I can clearly see how excited you are.”
My ear could see it too.
Looking down at his cock made Joel giggle and he reached between us to grab his cock and wiggle it against my ear, sending the weirdest shivers through me. “He’s saying good morning, so you have to say good morning back.”
We needed a rule that I got coffee before I had to figure out how to talk to Joel’s penis.
Chapter 5
Tate
“Up.” Saving Dean from Joel’s penis seemed like the first step in making sure our morning went well. Dean was looking just a bit too wide-eyed and was already overprocessing the situation. “Remember, the new rule is clothes in the kitchen so no penises get damaged.”
Scrunching up his face, Joel slouched back and sighed as Dean nearly sprang off the floor. “Aww. What if I promise not to break it?”
No.
“You burned your foot making pasta. And not even a first-degree burn. I’m not taking you to the ER and trying to explain you were just distracted and it wasn’t a sex game gone wrong. We’ll end up in a YouTube video.” I was not going to end up in a video where some idiot was playing a mindless game while a computerized voice said we were dumbasses.