Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Oh yeah, the dirty little cutie was enjoying all the secondhand voyeurism.
And since I was too, there really wasn’t much I could say.
“I’m glad he approved.” There wasn’t anything I could’ve done about it either way. It wasn’t like I’d stood in line for a bigger cock, but I did get a thrill out of knowing they were talking about me.
Bishop giggled, nodding. “Yes, Sir. He did.”
Naughty pup.
Naughty pup who was up to something.
But what?
“Was Ian worried about this?” He had to have been worried. “What did he think?”
Now Bishop looked slightly guilty. “I might’ve asked him while he was…let’s say just a bit distracted. Now he’s slightly nervous and keeps saying he’s going to be embarrassed.”
Because we all knew he liked hearing about what I did with Bishop…and I knew more about his little side than anyone besides Bishop.
There were probably a host of other things I could list off, but that hit the highlights.
“Alright…” Taking a breath, I stroked his cheek again and let the idea roll around in my head. “Pup, why do you want this?”
He shrugged before looking down at my legs like he was trying to memorize the imperfections in the fabric of my jeans. “I…well, part of it is because I want you guys to come look at apartments with me. I tried doing a few this week, but I hated doing it alone, and I don’t want to constantly pester Wesley.”
I could see that being a problem, and he finally looked up, flashing me a grin when I chuckled. “That’s what I have you and Ian for.”
Laughing, I nodded. “I agree, and I think that’s good logic.”
But was that it?
“And if we’re going to be looking at apartments with you, we need to be able to be comfortable around each other.” There was a lot of logic to what he wanted, but part of my brain was going Danger, Will Robinson.
There were so many ways this could go wrong.
“But this…” I took a breath and tried again as he looked up at me with worried eyes. “What if he’s uncomfortable, pup? What if having me there ruins something for him?”
What if he didn’t like the way Bishop reacted to me?
What if he got jealous?
What if he didn’t think I was good for Bishop?
What if he couldn’t handle the fact that his Daddy submitted to someone else?
What if he just didn’t like me?
Now it was Bishop’s turn to take a deep breath. As he let it out, he snuggled against my hand, closing his eyes. “Then I need to know that. I can’t…I like this part of myself and what I’ve learned so far, but I don’t think he’ll be too upset, Sir. I don’t know…I just…”
He was quiet for a moment before he peeked his eyes open and looked up at me. “I have to try?”
Somehow that answer wasn’t a surprise, but I didn’t like not knowing what would happen when we all sat down together for the first time.
How was I supposed to treat Ian?
What was I supposed to say?
“Then we’ll try.” Trying to look more confident for Bishop, I smiled. “He’s a nice guy and I’m sure he’d feel better about everything if we were adults and could talk things out.”
Nodding eagerly, my pup wiggled closer. “And…and I have my paperwork back. We’ve all kind of talked around it, but I want to make sure we're on the same page before we continue.”
I had a feeling all his talk of Ian needing to know he was serious wasn’t just about Ian.
“Yes, we need to come to a consensus on rules for things like condoms.” I knew that wasn’t the only topic my pup wanted to push us toward, but it was the easiest to address at the moment.
And it would be the easiest to address over dinner.
Dinner with my pup’s boy.
Maybe it was a good thing I only had a few hours to stew over this.
“So, what time are we meeting Ian? Oh, are we picking him up?” I thought making sure he could leave if he was uncomfortable would be a better idea, so I was glad when Bishop shook his head.
“He’ll meet us there.” Bishop cocked his head and I could see him turning the evening over in his mind. “How about six? Do you think we’ll need reservations?”
“It couldn’t hurt.” I kissed him gently, loving the way his warmth came through in every touch. “I do have a question for you, though.”
“What, Sir?” He nuzzled against my hand and looked wonderfully relaxed.
“I need to understand the…the dynamics you want to present when we go out tonight, pup.” His vague shrug said he knew what I was talking about, so I pressed the issue. “Am I your Dom tonight…your friend…the guy you’re dating? I don’t want to make any assumptions or make either of you uncomfortable.”