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)
Yep, he couldn’t ignore us for long.
But as he started massaging shampoo through my hair, I moaned and lost track of the conversation going on around me. “Yes…I…”
I heard Gareth giggle. “Yeah, he’s good at that.”
“I need to work on my technique.” I hadn’t made Gareth moan when I’d been washing him, but then again, he’d been slightly distracted and orgasmed out for the moment.
Cashel’s fingers got just a bit firmer and sent waves of tingly pleasure through me. “You’re both just being ridiculous.”
He said ridiculous but he didn’t hurry things up and fuck with his technique, so I had a feeling he liked the compliments.
“But it’s so good…” He hit another hot spot and I moaned again. “I really wish I wasn’t standing up for this.”
Cashel gave a soft laugh but Gareth seemed to agree with me. “I think we need to look for a shower with a seat in our first big apartment together. Then when it’s your turn to be pampered I could give you a blow job and Cash could wash your hair. It’d be amazing.”
Agreed.
“Yes…seat…” The wonderful mix of pleasures had my brain trying to decide if I was going to come or fall asleep and I wasn’t sure which would’ve been better.
Sadly, neither were going to work, so I wasn’t surprised when Cashel eventually eased up on the massage and moved my head to rinse off the suds. “Gareth, I might have to punish you for holding out on me. You should’ve told me about Cashel’s magic hands.”
Snickering and not sounding worried at all, Gareth piped up again. “Shift change. My turn to wash Cash.”
We really needed a bigger shower…and a faster bathing routine.
Chapter 13
Gareth
Ignoring the way Cash was blushing, I focused on Bates because he was grinning ear to ear. “We could eat whipped cream off his dick?”
“That would be special, but would it be special for him or for us?” Bates cocked his head, being a good Dom and thinking it through. “We’d like to get him sticky but would Cashel like to get sticky?”
“Oh, good question.” Yep, there were a lot of good reasons why we needed Bates in our life. “How about we just go right to kissing all over him and skip the sticky bits? You can do that to me when it’s my turn to be special but not pup special. If we’re ranking things, pup time beats whipped cream, unless it's your turn to be special and that’s what you want.”
No matter what everyone said, the hardest part of dating two people at once was the scheduling bits.
“I will keep that in mind.” Bates leaned back against the kitchen counter and pulled Cash into his arms as he paced by. “I’m not sure how I would categorize it but I do like whipped cream.”
Since that was good to know, I tucked it in the back of my head and focused on Cash. “So we’re starting at the beginning again. I didn’t want you to pick the dessert since it feels like part of it being special should be us making it for you, but I’m not sure that’s going to work.”
It was time for Plan B.
Cash leaned his head back against Bates and sighed, but when I just smiled at him, he gave me a cute glare.
If he thought I was going to apologize for making him embarrassed he was nuttier than I was.
“How about I thaw out some of the cookies I froze last week and we have those with ice cream?” Cash seemed to like having something other than sex to think about. He was so weird. “I think that sounds good.”
Cookies then sexy times.
Got it.
But where were the cookies?
“Did you freeze those here or upstairs?” All I remembered was being sad that he’d only let me have five before he’d frozen the rest.
My question seemed to be smarter than I’d expected because Cashel went very still before looking over at Bates’s freezer. “I don’t know.”
“I do.” Kissing Cash’s cheek, Bates grinned. “They’re upstairs. I remember because Gareth stole one of my cookies.”
Oops.
That’d been how I’d ended up with five.
Aiming for a Brady look, I widened my eyes and tried to look confused. “You make the best cookies, Cash, but I’m a good boy.”
Ha, one frown and one snicker.
And no punishments for cookie theft.
But it might be time to make myself useful. “But I’ll go get the cookies.”
Because my clothes looked the most like real ones and it’d be nice if they had a cuddly moment together since I’d gotten all the attention earlier.
“Be right back.” As I grabbed my keys off the table and hurried toward the door, Bates stopped me with important logic.
“Shoes, cutie. Don’t run barefoot through the building.” He had a good point, so I made a detour and grabbed his slippers.