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 winked at me.
As the bats in my stomach started circling, I looked back at Bishop, turned on but worried. It was a weird mix…but I was more worried about Bishop than the bats.
He was grinning.
What had my life come to that I was on a date with my Daddy and…my Daddy’s Dom?
Wait.
Was it a date?
I wanted to know…but not enough to actually ask.
“I’m nervous, Daddy.” The whispered words came out low, but the soft sound Cohen made said he’d heard them too.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but Bishop didn’t seem to mind.
“I know, cutie.” He inched closer and leaned in to kiss me gently, gawkers in the parking lot be damned.
When he stepped back, he stroked my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. “But sometimes the best things in life are scary at first. Will you try for me?”
It was crazy, right?
Yeah, it was crazy.
I wasn’t even sure what he wanted, much less what Cohen wanted, but they were right there in front of me. It was like the universe was dangling my fantasy just out of reach. I wanted to step forward and grab it with both hands, but I wasn’t sure I was strong enough.
Nodding slowly, I tried to get the words out but they were stuck.
As I swallowed, Cohen stepped behind Bishop and wrapped his arms around my sweet, strong-willed Daddy. He even gave me a cute pout as he stroked Daddy’s chest temptingly. “Come on. Look at our pup. You can’t say no to this face.”
Our pup.
He didn’t want me to say no?
Did he want me to say yes?
I didn’t want to fuck anything up, but this was so out of my comfort zone I was on a different planet. I hardly dated, much less had two men watching me like…like I was tempting. Looking at Bishop, though, I knew that as crazy as it all sounded and no matter how it turned out, this was what Bishop wanted…us all together…however that was going to look.
Would I have a Dom and a Daddy?
Would Cohen just be my friend?
Would he be anything to me?
God, I had so many questions, but I kept coming back to the tender need on Bishop’s face and the curious hope on Cohen’s.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded.
I was going to do this…whatever this turned out to be.
“Our pup needs to work on communication.” My cheeky response had Cohen chuckling and Bishop rolling his eyes. “My Daddy says it’s very important, but our pup has some questions to answer.”
Cohen shifted behind Bishop and a soft thud had Bishop making a needy groan.
Had Cohen spanked him?
Fuck.
I was hard again.
“Yes, cutie.” Cohen’s smile seemed to shift to something more wicked as he nodded. “We’re going to work on our pup’s communication, but for now, questions and eventually dessert?”
Nodding, I let out a slow breath and tried to push out the last of the bats that had taken up residence in my stomach.
It didn’t work.
“That sounds good.”
Bishop made a sexy groan. “Dessert sounds more than good, cutie.”
Oh, what kind of dessert were we talking about?
Their low, dirty chuckles said my question was written all over my face. I tried getting my chatty face to behave, but Bishop shot my control all to hell. He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was gentle, but I could feel Cohen’s hands trapped between us, and just his presence made the almost innocent kiss feel wicked and sexy. Cohen’s low moan didn’t help either. I shivered in their arms, leaning into Bishop’s chest as Cohen’s fingers softly stroked over the back of my head.
“What did I say about scenes in the parking lot?” Cohen’s voice was deep and sexy and made Daddy shiver.
“That you didn’t want to share our cutie with anyone else?” Bishop’s cheeky response had me blushing and wishing there was someplace I could hide.
Cohen coughed, shaking his head. “Close but not quite.”
Close?
Two strong hands caressed over my head before gently pulling away. I knew it was my cue to step back, but it took a ridiculous amount of effort to straighten and stand on my own two feet again. Both men were watching like they understood how hard it had been, but it was Cohen that reached out and offered me his hand. “I’m looking forward to dinner, cutie.”
My hand was shaking as I threw logic to the wind. “Me too.”
As Cohen’s fingers laced through mine, he gave me a warm smile. “You’re going to have to help me decide if our pup deserves dessert too.”
Bishop’s frustrated huff made me laugh, and for some reason, I felt my face heating up again. “Your pup is fabulous. Of course he deserves dessert.”
“Our pup has a sweet tooth.” The words popped out before my brain completely engaged, but even as nervous embarrassment flooded through me, Cohen beamed.