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)
“Well, we’re going to be doing something close to that at the very least, so I think we can say the rule doesn’t apply anymore.” Tate was entirely too excited to be able to say that…but he’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so it probably shouldn’t have surprised me. “I mean, we’re going to need other rules, but that one isn’t fair.”
“I guess I can’t argue with that.” Part of me thought I probably should have just because those two went overboard on everything where there weren’t rules involved, but I wasn’t sober enough to figure out what I should’ve said. “We’re going to figure out limits, though.”
Deciding that worked for the time being, I sat up and stopped pretending not to stare at the way they were casually playing with each other. “We…we need to figure out what the rules are going to be, though, so…so you know, everyone doesn’t get pissed or confused.”
Tate chuckled and took another sip of his drink. “You like rules but I can’t decide which side of the rules you want to be on.”
As I groaned, Joel made a happy sound from all the attention he was getting and wiggled closer to Tate. “What’s that mean? It was about sex, right?”
Flopping back on the floor, I put my hands over my eyes and groaned again. “Yes.”
Tate snickered but was helpful again and answered. “Yep, I was teasing him and wondering if he was going to be the sub in our explorations or if he thought he was the Dom.”
“Oh.” Making another happy sound, Joel was finally close enough to rest his head on Tate’s shoulder. “Both. He’s the one who flip-flops. Um, the switch. Yes, that’s the word. Like a light switch. Up and down.”
Really?
How much research had he been doing?
“I heard one of the weird guys talking to another one of the weird guys in the parking lot, so I looked it up.” Looking ridiculously relaxed and at home when he was nearly on Tate’s lap, Joel kept up his excited explanation. “Dean likes going up and down or back and forth. But when he’s uncomfortable, he’ll be the sub. Like now.”
Great.
How was he seeing things so clearly?
I was entirely too sober for the fucking situation.
“I can’t wait until he gets confident and wants to do things to me, though.” Joel giggled but I couldn’t see what Tate had done when I finally sat up again.
“You’re not going to Dom one of us?” Tate seemed to think my question was just as hilarious as Joel did as all he could do was shake his head. “You’d be a cute Dom.”
When Joel stopped laughing, he sat straighter like it was a very serious question and frowned. “No. Nothing I read online said I was a Dom. I even took quizzes.”
Since I couldn’t argue with him, I focused on the bits I was comfortable talking about. “There’s no right or wrong. If it takes a while to figure out what side of things you like that’s fine.”
Joel giggled again and reached over to grab Tate’s drink, giving him wide flirty eyes as he stole a sip. “No, I don’t want to be in charge.”
He wanted to flirt, though.
Tate smirked, thoroughly enjoying the attention. “You’re going to be a naughty little flirt, aren’t you?”
Nodding, Joel wiggled excitedly and I realized that at some point Tate had actually started jerking him off. “Yes, it takes me so long to warm to people that most of the time I never get to flirt.”
Pouting, he went back to snuggling against Tate. “Guys I date just say I’m rude or a cold fish and leave before I can get to know them. Most don’t even get to see how well sculpted my dick is.”
Good grief.
But on the more logical side, I was pretty sure that was because he was a demi guy dating the wrong people.
“You can flirt all you want with us, and if you’re naughty, we’ll find a way to punish you.” Tate’s ridiculous response was delivered with a wicked grin. “I think I’m going to like that part.”
Was that supposed to be erotic or scary?
I couldn’t figure that out and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was too sober or not sober enough.
Chapter 2
Tate
A switch, huh?
Joel was a genius.
“Do you think our sub Dean would like to see you get a spanking or do you think he’d like to play with your pretty cock?” Giving Joel’s dick a wiggle since it kept making Dean lick his lips, I leaned closer to Joel and pretended to whisper. “I’ll be the Dom tonight, so that means I get to decide how you get to come.”
Joel didn’t have any problem with that based on how he shivered and sighed, but Dean’s eyes got wider.
He was way too sober.