Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
But the phoenix had risen from the ashes of my relationship with him and my family, and I’d thrown myself into figuring out who I was and what I wanted. It’d been a bit of a convoluted path, but I’d finally found other alphas like me, I’d built better boundaries with my family, and I’d ultimately found the club.
And then I’d found Charlie.
“I like being your Daddy, and I like playing with you, and I like getting kisses from you.” Understatement of the century, right there. “And I can’t wait to get to know you even better.”
Because even though it felt like he’d been in my life for years, it’d only been a matter of days.
I got a happy wiggle from Charlie but the lack of words made planning the rest of our date more interesting. “How about we go to the playroom and you show me your favorite toys in there? Hmm? I think that would be a wonderful way to get to know my sweet boy better.”
And once I got home, I would spend the rest of the night jerking off.
Yep, sounded like a good plan to me, and Charlie’s little head bob said he was on the same page as well…but he didn’t actually move.
So I rocked and kissed his head as his fingers skipped over my chest in what seemed to be completely random patterns. I wasn’t sure if he was just too relaxed to want to move or if this was a Daddy needs to do something kind of moment.
It could’ve gone either way, honestly, but doing nothing seemed like a good way to make us die of dehydration at some point…and the whole thing said there was something I was missing. I had to admit, it took me a bit too long to realize what the problem was.
He’d come in his pants.
Yep, Daddy needed to plan better next time.
Kissing his head, I decided to treat the whole thing as utterly normal as possible. “Alright, cutie, Daddy needs a cheek kiss and then we need to get you cleaned up so we can play.”
I’d seen diapers in the closet and I had a vague memory of seeing something underwear-like when the cuties had been trying to steal cookies the other day, so no matter what state his clothes were in, we’d have options.
Charlie went very still for a moment before his fingers started tapping on my chest. Words would’ve been lovely, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be getting any for a while. So I did my best to make everything work without a lot of input from my sweet boy.
“Hmm, I haven’t got my cheek kiss. You were very sweet and gave me lots of other nice kisses but I’m still missing one.” Hoping that it would be enough to make him realize I’d loved everything we’d done, I kept my voice light.
It was enough to get a giggle out of Charlie, which I took to be a good sign.
And an even better sign was when he shyly lifted his head and took his thumb out of his mouth long enough to kiss my cheek.
“Thank you.” Giving him a quick peck on his cheek to match mine, I tapped his hand. “And I need to remember to have a binkie for you next time we go out. Do you think Uncle Jarrett has a binkie for you?”
He seemed like the planner type of Daddy, so I wasn’t surprised when Charlie nodded. “I’m so glad. Then you can use your hand to color.”
That got another giggle and had his wide eyes looking less nervous.
“It would be very sad to only be able to use one.” I kept chattering about nonsense as I got him off my lap and put my shirt back on. He seemed happy and distracted and didn’t notice my not-so-subtle glances at the front of his pants.
Dry.
That certainly made things easier but I was still left with a lot more questions than little Charlie seemed to realize. The biggest one was definitely about who was supposed to be cleaning him up. I was his Daddy and his Master and seemed to be the all-around decision-maker at the moment…so that meant I was supposed to handle it?
Ugh.
Poor choice of words.
“Come on, cutie.” Reaching out to take his free hand once I was presentable, I led us out toward the playroom, completely ignoring the way Austin was hiding just out of Charlie’s sight.
Well, he was a subtle stalker at the very least and seemed to relax when he saw that Charlie was calm. I thought he should’ve had more questions about the little side peeking out after what he knew we’d been doing, but it seemed like I was the only one who thought that was curious.
Not that I was going to let Charlie know that.