Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Stepping closer so I was pressed tighter between them, Carrick nodded. “Yes, you may kiss me, but I’m reserving my decision on your behavior.”
Because he was smart.
“Thank you for letting me kiss you, Sir.” Lifting up on my toes more than I actually had to, I made sure to rub against both of them as I leaned in and gave Carrick a soft kiss. “But I promise I’m going to be very good on our dates. I can’t wait until we’ve gotten to know each other better.”
Knots and ogres and tentacles…oh my.
Having mates was going to be so much fun.
Chapter 6
Carrick
He’d been pickpocketed in the Walmart parking lot and hadn’t even realized it.
How?
Just…how?
That was the worst place in the world to try something like that because no one should’ve gotten that close in a parking lot. It was entirely possible he’d left it on the top of his car, but he claimed he’d put it in his pocket and that he had no idea how it’d disappeared.
If Walmart was too dangerous for our little dragon, we were going to need more than a tracking spell that made his balls ache.
Humph.
It seemed like the dragon Daddy had some interesting ideas…maybe being mated to two dragons wouldn’t be as big a pain in the ass as I’d thought.
“Steak out or we eat noodles at my place or Carrick’s?” Monroe volunteered my house entirely too easily, but I approved of the basics of the plan.
Lorne’s head bopped side to side before he leaned back against Monroe’s chest. “Which option gets me more kisses? Not being ogred. I know the rules.”
He only knew the rules so he could break them.
But Monroe would lose his mind if we had a scene like that before limits had been thoroughly discussed and emotions had started to come into play, so we would not be ogreing no matter what the little mischief-maker wanted.
I just raised my eyebrow, getting a very well-done giggle from the little dragon, but Monroe was trying not to laugh. It just encouraged Lorne even more and had him wiggling between the two of us, probably thinking it would get him what he wanted.
It did.
“My place or Carrick’s.” Monroe leaned down and rewarded the troublemaker with a kiss on his neck that had Lorne’s eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “But you already knew that.”
A shiver raced through Lorne as he peered up at me with a needy, fuzzy-brained look in his eyes. “Daddy’s really good at that. You’re going to have to try it.”
Good grief.
“Pasta at my place is no problem.” I wasn’t going to touch the other conversation. “I have the ingredients for several options. Are you thinking a simple spaghetti like a carbonara? What is your opinion on clams?”
Lorne’s eyes went wide. “I’m not going to eat a loogie.”
Lovely.
As Monroe’s entire body jerked in silent laughter, I rolled my eyes. “Noted.”
“But I like lots of different kinds of noodle even if I’m big or little.” Some of the naughtiness faded from his eyes as what I thought was his little side came to the surface. “I like ’sketti and the noodles you get at the nice Japanese steakhouse place and ravioli in a can too.”
Not done yet, Lorne frowned and brought his hands up so he could count on his fingers. “And Olive Garden ones and the Chinese restaurant kind—cause they’re not the same as the other ones—and the fancy kinds that look like they don’t have a sauce but they do. It’s noodle magic.”
I could do noodle magic.
I was a mage.
“I am proficient at noodle magic and have the right ingredients.” As Lorne’s eyes lit up and Monroe started snickering again—an odd look for a man who looked like he should own a biker bar—I made sure to ask a few more clarifying questions. “Do you have any allergies? Tell me five vegetables that you like.”
Lorne’s face scrunched up. “Ugh, Daddy, he’s so magey.”
His Daddy was no help, so Lorne sighed. “No allergies and I like cucumbers—the long, nice-penis kind not the short, fat kind with the squishy insides—and the good peppers not the hot kinds, and cabbage as long as you have bacon in it. But, oh, that’s the big kind not the tiny ones that are weird.”
The long, pretty-penis kind?
Oh, English cucumbers.
“What else? Is that five? Probably not.” Looking almost pained, Lorne closed his eyes because that seemed to make thinking easier. “I like Olive Garden salad vegetables but just not the tiny wiener pepper. That makes my tongue tingle. Do those count as one vegetable or lots? Do I have to keep going?”
Monroe looked like he was having convulsions, but he managed not to actually laugh out loud.
“You did a good job. However, we are not going to describe food by the penises that they resemble when we’re out in a restaurant. Is that clear?” Instead of finding my rough tone frightening, Lorne peeked his eyes open.