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)
Oh.
Yes.
Cuddles fixed everything.
And Dean was so close my legs didn’t even have to work. Master Tate slid me down off his lap onto Dean’s, and Dean even knew to wrap his arms around me. “Thank you.”
Blinking a few times, he licked his lips again…probably because I’d tasted good. I hadn’t gotten to do that with anyone else, so he was the only one who knew how yummy I was. “You’re welcome.”
Hey, he worked again.
Cuddles were amazing.
“Thank you.” And we were both so polite. “Oh, and thank you for my cutie kisses. That was wonderful.”
I was adorable.
Dean blinked again, probably because the vodka had dried out his eyes, but he didn’t get stuck in his head again. “I’m glad. It was…it was an impulse decision.”
“You have great impulses.” Kissing his cheek because he’d said that was a great limit, I wiggled closer. “Do another.”
“Oh.” Blink. Blink. Yep, he needed eye drops. “Are you sure?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I got to be naked and cute, and I’d gotten to come and I was getting cuddles.
This was the best date ever and it wasn’t even a date.
Best friends were wonderful.
How had I not known that sooner?
“Okay.” Dean looked kind of confused but that could’ve been because he was thirsty. “I’ll…I’ll be impulsive.”
“I would appreciate that.” Yes, if I remembered that word, I was thirsty too. “Thank you.”
Yes, that was cute too.
“You’re welcome.” Something made Dean blink. “No, we’re not doing that circle again.”
“I like circles.” I made one on his lap with my hips. “See?”
He groaned. “I’m too sober for this.”
“You’re thirsty.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wiggled again. “Circles. Time to be impulsive.”
“Who let us get you drunk?” Dean was doing his best to frown and look serious, but he was just a sub trying to take care of another sub and that was adorable. “I can’t be impulsive.”
“You already promised to.” Kissing his cheek made him roll his eyes and he tried not to smile. Ha. “No take backs. That was one of our rules tonight.”
If it wasn’t, it should’ve been.
Dean’s brows scrunched together. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Are you sure?” I pointed to Tate’s cup that was now on the floor. “You had a lot of juice.”
That made him huff. “I’ve had a lot of booze.”
Hmm, not the point. “I was promised impulsive stuff.”
“I don’t know how you talk me into shit.” He seemed to think it was hard because he was frowning and grumbly.
“Tate? Can I tell him it’s easy to talk him into stuff?” It’d never been hard, even when we’d first started living together freshman year.
“No.” Tate came out with another cup full of wonderful decision-making juice. “He’ll pout.”
“Okay.” With that settled, I didn’t tell Dean and I smiled again. “Wasn’t my tiny dick so cute?”
I was sooo cute.
Dean groaned again. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”
“Because you’re already sobering up.” Tate sat down on the floor next to us, shaking his head and looking silly. “One cup to share because I want to lick the area where you put your mouth.”
“God.” Dean blinked. “The shit that just comes out of your mouth.”
“He’s so cute too.” Just in a naughty way. “And did you see his penis? It’s so nice. I can’t wait to play with it more. Do you think Master will let us kiss it?”
No giggles.
No giggles.
I couldn’t get distracted or make Master think his penis was funny.
Dean jerked and it felt like his dick was trying to escape his pants. “Fuck.”
That was not a no…or a safeword…or even a maybe.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to do that while drinking.” It might be illegal? “So you’ll just have to impulse me.”
Oh well.
“I…” Dean stopped and swallowed. “I did promise.”
Oh yes.
“You did.” Nodding, I kissed his cheek again. “My ingredient list was very long too, so you don’t have to worry.”
He liked worrying, though, so I didn’t think he’d stop.
Tate said it was his favorite hobby and that would make it rude to tell him to go hot duck.
Cold rabbit?
Cold ducks?
“I lost a word.” It was gone. “It’s about hot food or something.”
Dean frowned and reached up to pet my head. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” He was very good at taking care of me. “I like being with you even if you’re not going to impulse me.”
I was pretty sure I was being nice but he sighed. “You’re so good at that.”
For some reason Tate laughed as he held the cup up for Dean. “Amen.”
They were both so silly.
“I give up.” Dean huffed and let Tate help him take a sip. When he was done, he looked Tate right in the eyes and licked the edge of the cup.
Oh, Master Tate had another naughty sub.
“I think I have another boy who’s curious about getting a spanking.” Tate’s teasing made Dean shiver. “Yes, two very curious subs.”