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)
I kept expecting him to get weird about being my Daddy and Cohen’s sub, but he seemed to take everything in stride.
“Rules can be fun.” Bishop aimed his flirty smile in my direction and I found myself blushing even though I was trying not to. “Some rules are just more fun than others.”'
Cohen laughed, shaking his head. “Naughty pup. Let’s go eat before we get too distracted out here and cause a scene.”
What kind of scene?
How distracted?
Distracted with me or just them?
Just them, right?
Oh, would that mean I got to watch?
I mean, Bishop said Cohen wasn’t shy and didn’t have an issue with sharing the intimate side of their relationship with me…but how far was Cohen imagining?
Fuck.
This was all in my head.
“But a scene could be fun, Sir.” Bishop’s sexy tone as he flirted with his Master said maybe it wasn’t all in my head.
Maybe?
Shit.
They both turned and looked at me. The submissive flirty vibe Bishop had been giving off was gone as two Doms now stood looking at me.
“But you’re right. A public parking lot isn’t the right place for something like that.” Bishop’s sexy, deep voice went right through me as his wicked confidence made me want to throw myself at him. “And I did promise Ian dessert.”
Oh, my rewards.
Oh, fuck, rewards.
Plural.
Had he told Cohen about that?
Swallowing, I tried not to gawk at Cohen as the sexy Dom studied me. “Yes, dessert. I’m not going to forget.”
The faint smirk that flashed over Cohen’s lips said Bishop hadn’t hidden my other demand. “Yes, sweet rewards shouldn’t be forgotten.”
Oh God, he’d told him.
Fuck.
Right?
I meant, not telling him exactly, but just him knowing…I was supposed to be…something, right?
Fuck.
My brains were mush.
Nodding, because that was the only thing I could think of to do, I licked my lips. “But only if it’s okay with…you both, I guess?”
God, I was such an idiot.
Before I could change the subject, they both took a step forward and Bishop reached out to take my hand. As he squeezed it, Cohen nodded. “Yes, it’s okay.”
Relaxing, I tried to look calm and confident, but I wasn’t sure it worked when Cohen inched forward again and ran a hand over my head. The gentle strength in his hand made me feel something it shouldn’t have, but with Bishop right there with us, I didn’t worry.
Daddy was more than capable of pointing out something he didn’t like.
“Desserts are wonderful things, but we’re not all going to be hungry at the same time, so we’re not going to worry about keeping it equal.” Cohen looked between Bishop and me, gauging our reactions as he tested the water. “It’s about everyone getting what they need.”
It wasn’t until they both turned to study me with their sexy stares that I realized I was nodding. Going still under their gaze, I tried to figure out where all the moisture in my mouth had gone.
I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, but Bishop’s smile said he wasn’t worried. “And tonight we’re going to talk about making sure everyone gets what they need…and we’ll discuss Ian’s dessert…because I haven’t forgotten that.”
God.
I was never going to make it through dinner.
Bishop leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Untuck your pants, boy. We’re the only ones who need to see how sexy you are…and how much you’re looking forward to dessert.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“If I die right here, will you donate my stuffies to charity?” I closed my eyes as he kissed my cheek and chuckled softly. “And probably my crayons too.”
Bishop went into full Daddy mode as he shifted to stand in front of me, kissing my cheek again and untucking my shirt. As he took care of me, blocking the view from the front of the restaurant, he nuzzled against my cheek. “You’re not going to die because in just a moment, you’re going to realize you’re not the only one dealing with a similar problem.”
It took a second for his words to sink in.
Both of them?
I shouldn’t have peeked.
The sensible thing would’ve been to run back to my car and hide. The polite thing would’ve been to ignore the teasing comment altogether. But I clearly wasn’t polite or sensible…because I peeked. Yep, Bishop was hard, but that wasn’t surprising because he was always hard.
God. I was insane…I peeked around Bishop.
Cohen just laughed and nodded, not finding my ridiculously cheeky behavior to be frustrating at all. “Naughty boy.”
Bishop grinned, nodding as I hid behind my hands. “Yes, a naughty pup needed a naughty boy. It seemed only fitting.”
That was some Eli logic right there.
“That’s complete Eli logic. I might be scarred.” Cohen’s dramatic scoff had me giggling, and I found myself peeking through my fingers as I leaned around Bishop again.
“That’s what I was thinking.” My overly excited exclamation had Cohen nodding and grinning.
“Great minds think alike.” Then he winked.