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)
“Lie down, pup. You belong right here with us. I don’t care what anyone thinks.”
I didn’t either.
Ian lay down, his head on my stomach. We made this weird shape of bodies, fitting together.
With one hand, David played with my hair. With the other, he twined his fingers with Ian’s. Most people ignored us. We got some strange looks, but again, I didn’t care.
I felt right.
They felt right.
There was no doubt in my mind: this was definitely the best day ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
David
I woke before my boys did, with a warm body on each side. I lay on my back, with one of Jordan’s arms and legs thrown over me, his face shoved into my armpit. He was so sweet, all cuddly and clingy and so damn pure. Not for the first time, I wondered what had taken him so long to give in to his clearly natural instinct to be submissive. There was something so fulfilling about a sub like him, one you could watch flourish and preen under the guidance and praise they loved.
Ian was curled up in a ball, facing but not touching me. He hadn’t cuddled into me or Jordan all night. It was something I’d seen him do with Finley, and with Jordan as well, but I didn’t take it personally. Even when he’d joined us in the grass last night, he’d been tentative before giving in to Jordan’s charm and lying down.
Finley was the one person with whom Ian could let down his walls. Well, for the most part. And with Jordan, I thought Ian’s ease had been more evident when they were only friends. Now there was something else attached to it, something intimate, and Ian seemed to fear that.
He wanted us, I knew he did, but part of him thought we would decide we didn’t want him. I was determined to prove him wrong. Ian deserved to know he could be loved and cared for.
He grunted a deep sound, his hand moving toward me, stumbling along the bed, then coming to rest on my hip. He held on, fingers pressing into my skin as though in his sleep he needed to know I was there.
Jordan shifted then, his hand traveling down my body until it lay on top of Ian’s, making a possessive surge flood through me. I wanted them both, and I wanted them completely.
It wasn’t long before Ian woke up. He looked down at his hand, then into my eyes.
“Good morning, puppy.”
He cleared his throat. “Morning.”
“How are you feeling? After last night?”
“Good. It wasn’t my ass that got reamed.”
“I meant up here.” I tapped my temple. “But I think you knew that.”
Ian gave me a mischievous grin. “I’m sure I did, but it was sex, David. It’s not a big deal. I’ve had lots of sex.”
“We’ll keep letting you pretend for now.”
“I’m—”
“Shh. Kiss me and then help me wake up our boy.”
Ian’s teeth dug into his lower lip. For a second I thought he was going to argue with me, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned in, hand still on my body, Jordan’s still on his, and pressed light, closemouthed kisses to my lips. He lashed at me with his tongue, and I let him in, let him lead because I was proud of him and he deserved it. When he pulled away, I said, “Good boy.”
He glowed in response.
“Come on. He’s fun to wake up.” I rolled over, taking Jordan with me until he lay on his back. He went easily, grumbling but not opening his eyes. “Wake up, kitten.” I kissed his neck, trailed my tongue down until it dipped in the hollow at the base, before my mouth moved to his pec. “Kitten…” I said again before sinking my teeth in, not enough to break the skin but definitely enough to get his attention.
“Ouch! Damn it, Daddy.”
“Tsk, tsk.” I bit him again, felt him go pliant beneath me as a moan escaped his lips.
“I like to wake up this way. You can go a little harder, Daddy. Maybe leave a mark? Like I said before, I’m not sure how much pain I’d ever want, but the biting is hot.”
“You do it,” I told Ian, and began kissing my way down Jordan’s chest. I kept going until I was between his legs, lying on the bed.
“Oh God!” Jordan rushed out. I looked up to see Ian licking away where he’d bitten him.
“Good boys. You are so fucking hot. On the count of three, Ian.” Our eyes caught, and he nodded. “One.” We watched each other. “Two.” I leaned down. “Three.” I bit into Jordan’s inner thigh just as Ian did his chest. He bucked beneath me, his legs flailing a bit, toes digging into my side.
“You’re going to torture me,” he said.
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no.”
I chuckled. “You’re a joy, kitten. Now up we go. It’s time for breakfast.”