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)
“He’s drifting again.” Daddy was back to worrying. “This is too hard on him. My stubbornness is making it so he isn’t getting enough sleep.”
Well, his stubbornness and my bad decisions…and the fact that Uncle Cohen made good pancakes hadn’t helped either because more pancakes meant more gym time and that led to more sex…it was a vicious cycle.
“Then don’t be stubborn, pup.” Cohen went in for the kill smooth as silk, curling his body around Daddy’s and kissing the side of his head. “You know you both sleep best when we’re all together, and you hated that your gear and his binkies all somehow ended up at the wrong house the other night.”
How every binkie had ended up at my apartment when we’d been here, I’d never understand.
Uncle Cohen was right. We couldn’t live in chaos.
Daddy sighed, nodding and leaning into Cohen. “But I didn’t want to rush you.”
He was still sticking with that?
All right.
“But Uncle Cohen wants to keep us, Daddy, so it’s not rushing.” Closing my eyes, I debated whether or not Daddy would lose his shit if I took a short nap…just a tiny one.
“It wouldn’t have been rushing no matter when we did it.” Cohen’s arms wrapped around us even tighter and I heard him give Daddy a soft kiss. “You were mine from the first moment I met you.”
Aww, they were so cute together.
The sound of another kiss had me rolling over so I could rest my head on Daddy’s lap and just look up at them. They were sweet and gentle and the sexiest men ever. Especially when Cohen got his I have a surprise smile.
More toys?
Daddy might kill him, so I kind of hoped not.
But I kind of wanted more toys…and Uncle Cohen was smart. He always knew how to make Daddy not mad.
“Wait here, pup.” Cohen gave us both a big smile before he slipped off the bed.
Was Daddy getting more toys?
Oh, maybe it was another leash…a new ball…wait, a new tail?
Before I could find more guesses, Cohen went over to the closet and came back out with two boxes.
We both got toys?
I knew I hadn’t been good enough to get toys…had Daddy?
Cohen looked very pleased with himself as he sat down on the bed and placed the two square, flat boxes in front of us.
There was no way a pony was going to fit in there.
Leaning over, he gave Daddy a kiss and smiled like he knew Daddy was going to be naughty. “Pup, you are one of the happiest people I’ve ever met, but you have a worried side that keeps expecting something to happen. You can’t live like that, pup.”
Daddy didn’t seem to know what to say, so he just sat there looking at Cohen and then the box. “I don’t know what to say.”
Ha, guessed right.
Cohen smiled again as he reached for the box. “I do.”
It was so cute I almost squealed.
But I was very good just in case Daddy decided I needed something gross in my omelet as a punishment.
Broccoli was not a breakfast food no matter what Daddy thought.
Cohen opened the box and showed Daddy a smooth silver collar that looked like it would sit just below his shirt when we were out in public. Picking it up, he turned it on its side so we could see the inscription.
Pup. Daddy. Lover.
In between the fancy etched words were two pictures.
I couldn’t tell what they were from the angle, but Cohen chuckled as we both inched closer. “The numbers are for Ian: one, two, three.”
I blushed as Daddy laughed, reaching out to stroke his finger over them.
“And the other is a leash.” Cohen traced the swirly picture as Daddy sighed. “That way you always have a reminder of your boy and your Dom with you.”
Daddy was almost crying as he nodded and waved his hand toward Cohen. “You have to. I mean, you’re going to…”
Huh?
“Yes, pup.” Cohen gave Daddy a kiss and chuckled as he held the collar up to Daddy’s neck. “When this goes on, you’re mine. No more waiting or worrying. You’re moving in and that’s that. I’m keeping you. Got it?”
Daddy nodded, words failing as Cohen wrapped the collar around his neck, securing the shiny proof of how he felt. “Perfect.”
As he sat back, admiring how sexy Daddy looked in his collar, they both turned to me in unison.
What had I done?
Had I yawned?
Now they were both chuckling.
Shit.
The second box.
Yep, I needed more sleep.
Sitting up, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just ended up looking at Daddy. He smiled, pulling me back onto his lap. “Come here. Our Dom got you a present too.”
For me?
Really?
Curling up in Daddy’s lap, I brought my knees up and rested my head on them to peer down at the box.
Did I get a collar too?
I didn’t even realize I was shaking until Daddy wrapped his arms around my legs, pinning me to his chest. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s see what Sir got you.”