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)
“Let’s not rush it.” Bates snuggled closer, clearly wanting a kiss and more cuddles. “I like it when you blush and I know Gareth does too.”
The biggest pains in the ass always got away with murder because they were too cute.
“How about you like it when I’m competent and confident?” There probably hadn’t been many of those moments, but it didn’t mean Gareth should start donkey laughing.
It was so funny I could see his pup fading into the background again and suddenly it was very much his human cheeky side staring up at me. “How about we just say we like all your sides? I think that’s more polite than the truth.”
Brat.
It was Bates’s turn to donkey laugh which got Gareth started all over again. Ignoring their ridiculousness seemed like the best option, so I took off Gareth’s hood and started de-pupping him. He finally stopped snickering when I took the plug out, but taking the plug out made me blush again and that just got them going again.
It was a vicious circle that finally ended with big sighs and enough hugs to make me realize killing them would take a lot of work…and it felt like it’d been a long day already. Just thinking about it made me yawn which had Gareth sitting up and wrapping his arms around us to pull us all in close. “Cuddles.”
Bates snorted and held up his slightly sticky-looking hand. “Clean up. Then cuddles.”
Refusing to even think about what he’d been doing to my innocent pup, I focused on the plan for the rest of the evening. “Clean up then snack then cuddles. I was promised dessert, and so far, I think Gareth is the only one who’s gotten a treat.”
His giggle said he agreed.
But that was fine with me. Gareth had found his pup side and figured out his tail and learned that he had a whole new way he could play and submit. He’d deserved all the sweet things we could give him.
Chapter 12
Bates
“What did you guys think about the puppy play stuff? Was I a cute pup? When do I get to wear my collar? Was Cash talking about a food treat or an orgasm treat? I thought I knew, but now I’m not sure.” Gareth jerked like he was trying to turn around, nearly tipping us both over in the shower because the damned thing was too small for two grown adults.
“If he wants an orgasm, we need to do something special for him because he was such a good Handler for me when I was a pup, but if he wants dessert, you’ll help me make something special for him, right?” The flood of questions continued before I could take a breath and Cashel wasn’t any help.
From his perch on the toilet where he sat watching me wash Gareth, he nearly giggled and waited to see what I would do since it seemed like I was in charge again. “Well—”
Before I could get anything else out, Gareth’s brain just kept going. “Does anyone know how often I’m supposed to get really clean? You know what I mean. Does the tail count as a cock? Do you have to wash as thoroughly when you play with toys as you do when you play with fingers and dicks?”
That’d taken an interesting turn.
Cashel’s eyes kept getting wider, but luckily for the sexy Handler, Gareth distracted himself as I turned him around to wet his hair. “At what point can I ask for penetrative sex? I know we’re having the nonpenetrative kind and I know we’re making love and I’m really glad you both love me so much, but when is it okay to ask to be fucked into the mattress?”
I couldn’t tell if Cashel liked that question any better than he had the hygiene one but he seemed to have decided there were worse discussions than to fuck or not to fuck.
“We’ve dated and had a lot of discussions and we’ve even introduced him to Brady’s mom.” Cashel’s odd answer and the vague shrug that came after it had Gareth nodding like it all made perfect sense.
“Yeah, that’s probably right.” Gareth’s response didn’t make any more sense than Cashel’s answer had.
Luckily, it didn’t seem like I had to answer anything yet because as I started working shampoo through his hair, Gareth just kept going.
“But I think Bates is the kind to need romance and flowers and stuff. Do you know where we get rose petals?” Gareth’s mind was a wonderful place and just kept getting more and more interesting. “Do you know how we should organize it to get the most penetrative play possible? Should we use some of Brady’s action figures to model it out?”
Pulling away and popping his shampoo-filled head around the shower curtain, Gareth aimed a wonderfully serious frown at a slightly stunned Cashel. “Is that what we call it? Play seems to go at the end of nearly everything in BDSM—I think it’s to make it sound nicer to people searching weird things online—but I’m not sure when we use it and when we don’t.”