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)
It was a question of some sort but I wasn’t sure what kind…so I pretended it’d been an answer. “Okay, diapers tonight and spanking tomorrow.”
Kissing his nose as his eyes got wider, I pretended not to see that too. “You can find a fun way to wake up Papa. I think he’d like that and if you’re cute enough, he’ll probably spank you right after we change you in the morning.”
“Papa binkie? Spanks?” Lorne looked like a greedy tyrant who appreciated the goodies being dangled in front of him.
Carrick gave him a wicked smirk that made the naughty boy giggle. “Papa binkie and Daddy binkie? One for nighttime and one in the morning?”
“Yes!” Wiggling excitedly, somehow Lorne managed not to fall but he realized how precarious that looked because he gave his worried Papa a big smile. “Careful, Papa.”
His Papa didn’t buy that for a second. “Bullshit.”
“No owies.” Lorne turned around in a circle like he was showing off his unmarked body for his Papa. “Careful. Careful.”
I was going to let his Papa explain that not having bruises and being careful were two different things.
“Alright, the monkey is clean enough.” That announcement got more careful wiggles from the excited monkey but he didn’t fall, so Carrick could only sigh. “Is it Daddy’s turn?”
I wasn’t sure what the plan was any longer but I wasn’t surprised when he gave another enthusiastic head bob and reached for the bodywash. “Turn.”
That seemed to mean he was going to take his turn, not that I needed to move in any way, because he started scrubbing my chest with vigor. That would’ve been cute on its own but he was narrowing his eyes and inspecting me like he was looking for ticks. “Stickies? No. Frecklies.”
He kept up the fascinating behavior as he searched over me, frowning and looking a lot like Carrick, who was now watching us like we were animals in the zoo.
“Stickies?” Leaning closer, Lorne studied something on my stomach. “Yes, stickies.”
Scrub.
Scrub.
Scrub.
My dick was very confused about if he was supposed to be reacting or not, so he stayed in a half-aroused state as Lorne took cleaning me very seriously…and something about that was slightly concerning.
Chapter 23
Lorne
Scrubby. Scrubby. Scrubby.
Clean Daddy. Happy Papi.
Scrubby. Scrubby. Scrubby.
Clean Daddy. Kissy Papi.
Scrubby. Scrubby. Scrubby.
Cuddly Daddy. Cuddly Papi.
Scrubby. Scrubby. Scrubby.
Sucky. Sucky. Sucky.
Scrubby. Scrubby. Scrubby.
Happy. Happy. Happy.
Chapter 24
Carrick
I was going to have to figure out a way to eavesdrop on Lorne’s thoughts because whatever was going through his head had to be fascinating. The expression on his face was just too intent. He was little but he was passionately thinking about something.
Even Monroe was looking down at the nutty little like he was slightly concerned.
Yep, I had a smart mate even if he was a bit slow on some things.
It seemed we’d both decided not to ask when Lorne finally stopped his maniacal cleaning and Monroe’s dick was still thoroughly confused about what we were supposed to be doing.
“All clean.” Yep, whatever was causing Lorne’s grin wasn’t something either of us were going to poke at.
“Thank you.” Monroe leaned down and kissed Lorne’s cheek before turning them both around in the water again to rinse off. “I’m so clean. You’re amazing.”
That made Lorne entirely too happy.
“All clean.” He gave a wiggle as he turned under the spray and made a poor attempt at looking innocent. “Papa no like stickies.”
Hmm.
That even made Monroe pause before he nodded slowly and turned the water off. “That’s right. Papa doesn’t like stickies.”
That wasn’t sketchy at all.
Monroe didn’t know what to do or say about it, though, so he ignored it and kissed Lorne’s nose. “Alright, all clean. Let’s get dressed and then we’ll figure out what Papa is going to make us for dinner.”
Somehow Lorne managed not to fall as he made another excited wiggle. “’Sketti?”
I had to laugh. “That seems to be all you want.”
That and pancakes.
Lorne laughed, nodding as his Daddy helped him out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. “Yes. Noodles.”
When he was wrapped in a towel, I went over and picked up the squirming boy, who looked a bit like a burrito. “Come here. When your Daddy is all dry, he can help us get you ready.”
Something about that had Monroe smiling and giving me the same expression Lorne did when he thought something ridiculous was romantic. “Thank you.”
They were both insane.
“Welcome.” Taking my happy burrito out to the bed, I laid him down and made sure he was wrapped up securely before running my hands over the towel.
“Hmm.” Giving him what I thought might be an evil villain stare, I frowned. “How should we torture our victim?”
Monroe sucked in a breath in the bathroom before poking his head out of the door. “Carrick.”
His shocked response got peals of laughter from Lorne. “Daddy.”
The way he imitated his Daddy’s tone had me almost breaking character and laughing. But I just looked over at Monroe and frowned. “What? You already said we’d have different ways to play with him.”