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)
Dean just shook his head as he rose and toed his own shoes off before pointing to the far side of the room. “I can’t sleep on that side of the bed.”
That seemed to be directed at me, so I nodded and walked around the other side to lie down there. Joel just sighed as we both stretched out on either side of him, but he was out before he could say anything else cute.
It took me about thirty seconds longer to fall asleep, but that was just because I had to wiggle and find the right spot. Once I had one leg over my Joel-shaped body pillow, I was out and the last thing I heard was Dean’s slow, deep breathing.
****
“I’m hungry and I’m stuck and I’m hot and I don’t know why I was taking a nap.” Wiggling out from under Dean and me, Joel pushed up and finally escaped. “I was trapped. I have to pee.”
Somehow he decided that nearly killing me was the right way to get out of the bed and I grunted as his knees barely missed a couple of important bits in his bid to escape. “I really have to pee. I have to. Yes.”
He barely made it out without landing on his head, but as I rolled over and stretched, he hit the ground running. “I did it.”
Dean let out a low, muffled chuckle and took a few more seconds before he lifted his head up. “He’s so dramatic.”
“And woke up slightly confused.” I was hoping he’d remember what happened by the time he finished using the bathroom, but I was prepared for every contingency. “If he still hasn’t figured it out when he gets back, you have to tell him about the nap and I’ll work on the sex toy situation.”
“Deal.” Rolling back over on the bed, Dean buried his face in the pillows. “He’s not going to freak out, though. I know that.”
“Good.” I was hoping that was true when I heard Joel suck in a breath from wherever he was in the apartment.
Fuck.
“I have a cage!” His excited tone was so loud I bet half the building new he had a cock cage. “And we got a plug or a toy or something. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.”
“Is he telling his penis to hurry up peeing?” Dean’s question should’ve been stupid but I found myself shrugging.
“Um, maybe his bladder?” I didn’t think his dick was really in control of that situation. It was just the hose.
“All done! Good job. Where’s my bag of toys?” Joel sounded like a kid at Christmas. “I found it!”
Dean went still before pushing up off the bed a couple of inches and yelling toward the doorway. “Go back and wash your hands. I’m not telling you again.”
Did he realize how much of a Daddy he was?
Would he panic if I pointed it out?
He’d overthink it if I pointed it out, but I wasn’t sure about anything else.
“Fine.” Joel’s dramatic tone made me grin but I almost laughed as he stomped into the bathroom. “I wasn’t dirty. I only touched my penis and then I was going to touch it again to put my cage on.”
His logic was interesting.
“I don’t care.” Dean wasn’t having any of it, though. “You get all clean or you don’t get your cage.”
Mumbling something about all the weird shit he had to say, Dean rolled over and sat up, looking around the room. “What else did he say? Oh, he’s hungry.”
“We’re all hungry.” Our schedule had gotten all fucked up and this was either going to be a very late lunch or an early dinner. “What do you feel like eating and are we putting the cage on him already?”
“Oh, I’m going to look so cute.” Joel sounded like he was talking about wearing a new outfit, not a cock cage.
Dean scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed. “He’s not going to get distracted. You’re on cage duty and deciding what the plan is with him, and I’ll figure out a meal.”
Seemed like a good division of labor to me, so I nodded and leaned over to give him a quick peck before climbing out of bed. “Deal.”
Dean’s cheeks pinked up but he got his embarrassment under control before shifting and pushed his legs over the side of the bed. “Does he need to be cleaned up more before we put it on him?”
That was a very good question.
“Yes.” We’d done the best we could in the store, but we hadn’t planned on his explosive orgasm. “Oh, and I promised him a bubble bath when I was helping him earlier.”
Dean blinked at me for a moment before going into Daddy mode and nodding slowly as he stood up. “Okay, you start getting the bath ready and I’ll bring in a snack. Then once he’s clean, relaxed, and caged, we’ll plan out an early dinner.”