Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Ian’s mewling sound sent a shiver through Cohen, but it was the way our dirty boy rubbed his face against my chest that had his Dom riding him even harder, so I had to keep pushing them both. They were so beautiful when they came, I wanted to see the explosion fire through them again.
“Do you think he knows how much you love having your cum jerk you off as you rub against my sweaty chest?” Ian shook as I whispered his erotic secrets out into the room. “Do you think he knows how hard it’s making you just knowing you’re going to be filled with both our cum?”
I was pretty sure it was that last perfect, dirty line that declared me the best Dom ever.
They both let out desperate sounds, but as Cohen nailed his prostate, Ian cried out and his entire body seemed to clench around his Dom’s hard cock. Cohen stopped fighting the inevitable as Ian shook and worked to get one last orgasm from his Dom.
Watching them both lose control so beautifully had me wanting to remember that moment forever, and the way their bodies pressed against me as Cohen curled around us sealed it into my memory.
And once I heard the first soft snore from our tired boy, I knew I’d never forget being stuck…and sticky…shit.
Chapter 22
Ian
It was like watching two guys who both wanted to fuck but neither wanted to admit it…but this was just about a job.
And it wasn’t even mine because that would’ve made a lot more sense.
And if we’d been at my job then I could’ve found a place to sit down that wouldn’t break…why didn’t Carter at least have a beanbag tucked in a break room like a normal office would?
Leashes & Lace was slightly infamous at this point, but weren’t antiques supposed to be boring? And why didn’t Carter have any places to cuddle? Not that I thought Bishop was boring, or Carter, but old furniture…well, I was pretty sure this was supposed to be easier at the very least.
Had I mentioned that they needed more chairs?
There wasn’t anywhere to sit and snuggle with Uncle Cohen.
As Carter and Bishop started to wander deeper into the store, I inched closer to Uncle Cohen and whispered as quietly as I could. “What are they doing?”
What had I missed?
He managed not to laugh as he kissed my cheek and kept his lips close to my ear. “Driving each other insane as they build a friendship, I think.”
I shrugged as I looked up at him, and he gave me another kiss as I sighed and tried to clear the fuzzies from my head. “Okay, so Carter doesn’t want to put Bishop in an awkward position by asking him to work for him, and Bishop doesn’t want to seem like he’s begging for a job. Right?”
When Cohen nodded, I kept talking it out. “There’s probably the whole don’t work with friends thing, and now that Carter knows about Bishop’s parents, that makes it weird. Is there anything I’m missing?”
Because honestly, that didn’t seem like enough to have kept them dancing around each other as we’d spent weeks visiting the shop randomly and then getting invited to lunches.
We’d even had dinner with Carter’s partner…and he was bigger than Bishop.
Not that I’d noticed.
Nope, no noticing here.
“I think it’s also got something to do with two subs not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable. You’re the only person Bishop has ever dominated.” Cohen shrugged as I slowly nodded, watching Carter point out some kind of new desk that made Bishop smile. “I think he’s waiting for Carter to say something.”
If he kept waiting for Carter, we might never get Daddy a job. It was easy to see that Daddy liked hanging out with Carter and he liked being in the shop in general. But every time we talked about it, he played it off and would go around in circles.
I was getting ready to sic Eli on him if he kept it up…or maybe one of Carter’s boyfriend’s brothers. They were nuts too.
Daddy was so bored he’d rearranged his apartment three times already and he wanted to do mine next. Hell, he was so bored he’d agreed to talk to Eli about doing a test run for a photo shoot.
It was time to put a stop to it.
“You’ve got to fix this.” Yep, Uncle Cohen was going to fix it. “Daddy’s not happy.”
He scoffed like he wanted to roll his eyes and go duh. “I’m not sure it’s that easy.”
“You’re his Dom.” So it had to be that easy. “Punish him or bribe him.”
It worked on me.
“Promise him a pony?” I thought it was a good idea, but Cohen nearly giggled.
“Pancakes?” Whipped cream for picking a job seemed like a reasonable trade. “No more chocolate chips until he finds something to do?”