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)
“I am going to love spending special time with each of you but only if that’s okay with all of us. Individual time between each part of our triad is important, but we don’t have to rush.” Kissing his cheek, I kept up the soft caresses.
My boys had done nearly everything together their entire life and I knew that wouldn’t change just because I’d shown up with teasing caresses and some interesting answers.
“Do…do you think he’d be okay with it?” Gareth was clearly more worried about Cashel, which wasn’t surprising, but I knew Cashel could hear everything we were saying, so I just waited for a few seconds.
Yep.
He came around the corner, a bulge in his pants and a smile on his face. “Would I be okay with Bates keeping you from helping in the kitchen and destroying my soup? Yes.”
Huffing, Gareth rolled his eyes. “You never put in enough salt. You know that.”
They were adorable.
And mine.
Cashel threw up his hands and started mumbling about meddling brats as he headed back into the kitchen, making it perfectly clear to his curious boyfriend that there wasn’t anything to worry about.
I couldn’t decide if it’d been deliberate or just their wonderful way of communicating, but either way, Gareth was shaking his head. “He says it every time unless I remind him. He always tells himself that there’s salt in everything in the soup so he shouldn’t have to add more.”
Yeah, that was logical.
“Soup math is weird. The salt disappears to another dimension if you’re not careful.” There was some kind of magic to it that I’d never figured out.
“See? Bates gets it too.” Cashel’s helpful commentary from the kitchen had Gareth rolling his eyes again.
“He just needs to add more salt. Magic isn’t something he can combat just by complaining about it.” Sighing, he glared toward the kitchen. “Kitchen magic is something that should be taken seriously.”
Was he fucking with Cashel or did he think the kitchen was magic?
Life with them would never be boring.
“How about we let Cashel handle the kitchen magic and I make magic with you?” I had some edging to do.
I heard a snicker from the kitchen, but Gareth nodded, wearing an expression that said he thought it’d been wonderfully romantic. “Yes, Sir.”
So sweet.
Taking his hands, I gave him one last peck. “Stand up for me. Slowly and let me know if your knees hurt. You don’t usually sit like this and I don’t want to forget that just because of how sexy you look.”
Flashing me a grin, his entire body wiggled and made him laugh once he realized what he’d done. “I did it again.”
Adorable.
“Yes, and your gear is going to be here any day.” Then Cashel would get his turn to dominate our curious boy.
Rising from the couch, I wrapped my arms around Gareth and squeezed his ass. “I can’t wait to see your pup side come out and play.”
He’d be excited and probably even more cheerful than his regular self was, but aside from that, I didn’t want to make too many assumptions. I wanted Gareth to be able to figure out what his pup liked. “You’re going to be so cute.”
He flashed me another grin before snuggling against me. “Cash says there’s no right or wrong way to be a pup. I’m just supposed to have fun and do what feels right.”
“That’s perfect advice.” Cashel was going to be a wonderful Handler. “And I bet he said that even if all you want to do is wag your tail and look cute, we’ll be fine with that.”
“Yes, because I’m not scared of his fucking penis.” The slightly frustrated tone coming from the kitchen made Gareth roll his eyes again.
Sighing, Gareth dropped his voice into an actual whisper that time. “He kind of is but that’s okay.”
They were probably both right, but I just nodded. “He’s come a long way.”
Cashel was more worried about taking certain steps but caution was reasonable. A lot had changed for them in a very short period and there was nothing wrong with keeping that in mind. It hadn’t stopped him from going after what he wanted…sometimes there was just a bit of thinking time involved.
“He has, he’s been very brave too.” Kissing down Gareth’s neck, I smiled as he made a low, happy sound.
“He has. Does that mean he gets special time too?” Gareth seemed to think that was reasonable based on his relaxed tone but something that sounded like a spoon crashed in the kitchen. “He’d probably like going to a museum and then easing him into the good kind of special time.”
“Romance then fun. Got it.” Nibbling on his ear, I loved the needy sounds he was making even as he was planning Cashel’s seduction. “How about something like the art museum? They’ve got a new exhibit.”
Nodding, Gareth’s voice got low and dreamy like reality had taken a few steps back. “He’d like that, but don’t be too polite. Grope him a bit and make him feel sexy too. I don’t think I grab his ass enough.”