Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
As I nodded, Cash straightened and glared at me. “But if you want attention and orgasms then there’s no more talk of making me proud or worrying about finding your pup. We’re having fun and then you get an orgasm if you don’t worry.”
I was not the worrier in our family, but I wasn’t going to argue with the man who might be in charge of my orgasms. “Yes, Sir.”
Somehow my being good made him blush, but I’d stopped trying to figure out why that happened. He was complicated. That was one of the reasons that I loved him but it didn’t mean that I had to understand him.
Bates’s laughter was going to fall into that category too.
I loved how happy he was and how he always saw the bright side in life, but he was just as confusing as Cash in his own way. That was probably why they got along so well together, though. Yep, everyone had bits you just had to love them for.
“Now can I be a pup?” Waiting for them to stop being them might take too long so I tried to give them both a tiny push.
Bates barely managed not to laugh, and Cash almost managed not to scowl but neither could control themselves that well.
They were very lucky to have someone as patient as me in their life.
“Yes.” Bates worked hard to get it down to random chuckles, though, so I had to give him props for that.
And I decided he deserved something extra special when he reached for my hood and held it up. “You are going to be so cute.”
I really was.
“Let’s get our pup naked first, though.” Bates leaned over and kissed Cash’s cheek that time. “Will you start taking off his clothes while I check the curtains?”
That was probably a good idea, so I wasn’t surprised when Cash nodded. “Of course.”
Getting me naked or maybe just having something else to focus on did wonders for Cash. He looked confident and sexy and almost happy as he started taking off my clothes and even helping me strip out of my pants.
He didn’t even blush when he saw my penis.
I was so proud of him.
I was proud of Bates for thinking of the curtains too, but it didn’t seem to be the time to praise them since I was supposed to work on the whole not-talking thing.
Dogs got the praise, they didn’t do the praising.
But I could cuddle them and play with them and give them lots of attention in other ways.
Yes, I could take care of them and make it so they could see they didn’t have to worry. I just had to relax and find the space in my head where my pup was hanging out. I’d just never realized I was supposed to look for him.
It made me wonder how Brady knew he was supposed to look for his little side.
No, I had to stay focused on not thinking about anything but my pup.
Deciding that might be the hardest part about finding him, I let out a deep breath as Bates gave me another forehead kiss. “You’re doing great, pup. Just relax and get down on all fours for us.”
I could do that.
And it’d make Cash feel taller.
Perfect.
Yeah, he looked a lot taller from the floor.
“Give Cashel your font paws, pup.” Bates sat down beside me on the floor and ran his hand over my head as Cash put on mitts that gave me cute paws. “Good boy, pup.”
As the mitts came on, Bates kept petting me. “Now, your color safewords still apply, but if you can’t find the words, you can always raise up one paw and we’ll know that we need to pause and figure out what you’re thinking.”
“Raise my hand like I’m in class. Got it.” I could remember that. “Oh, that feels…I’ve got paws.”
I was going to look so cute.
I’d never played dress-up before and I had a feeling that was part of why my pup had stayed mostly hidden. He’d never been invited out, so he’d just peeked out sometimes when he made me wiggly.
This was going to be so much better for him.
“Look at Cashel, pup.” Bates’s instructions made me realize I’d gotten distracted because I hadn’t even seen Cash grab my hood. “Good boy.”
Bates started stroking my back as Cash slipped my hood on and it was like it called to the pup even more…and it called to Cash because his eyes were back to being wide, but it was like when I’d gotten him his favorite books for our first Christmas as real adults.
For some reason, he’d thought that just because our parents weren’t going to buy stuff for us anymore, Santa wouldn’t come, so I’d made sure he knew he was still special.
Did my being his pup make him feel Christmas special?