Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Dessie nodded, but it was the way he licked his lips and wiggled that told me I needed to be looking at every definition for the word excited. “But I’m a good boy and I won’t make you nervous on purpose. You’re just…we could just…I’m sorry. I’m naughty.”
In the most interesting way possible, yes, he was naughty.
“You don’t have to apologize for not being turned off by me or my uniqueness.” That would be stupid considering I’d been trying to find someone who wouldn’t mind it and would understand my need for privacy.
Blinking, Dessie frowned. “But I think I’m supposed to be sorry for being turned on by it. Right?”
I’d never actually been in that situation, so I wasn’t sure.
“I don’t think so?” Swallowing back the nervousness that made me feel like a teenager first trying to date, I tried to reframe it so it sounded more confident. “I don’t want you to be sorry for it. I’ve just never been in this situation before.”
Yep, back to feeling like a teenager.
“I don’t like the not knowing feeling. I’m not used to that either. I’ve built a life around knowing information and what’s happening around me.” I was aware of the understatement even if I wasn’t sure Dessie was. “This is…this just isn’t comfortable and I know that’s a stumbling block I need to get over.”
Nodding slowly, Dessie surprised me again. “It’s like first figuring out you’re kinky or into something unexpected. There are all these mental roadblocks that get thrown up because of what other people have said or what we’ve seen around us.”
He wasn’t wrong but I hadn’t seen it that way. “It’s always been a problem to me, not something that just made me feel different. But yes, I think that’s a good way to describe it.”
Blinking, Dessie nibbled his lower lip. “I’m probably going to need another drink if we keep this conversation going, but Austin says that sometimes you have to rip off the bandage and try something to get over your fears. Like trying a diaper for the first time. It was scary.”
“But you wanted it enough to be brave and push past that fear.” I wasn’t going to acknowledge Austin being right because that was just horrific, but Dessie wasn’t wrong about the comparison.
The big question was if I wanted it enough to push past my fear.
I wasn’t delusional…I knew I was afraid.
But I’d already told Austin and I was on a date with an adorable omega who was clearly not turned off by the situation. I just wasn’t sure how it would feel to be able to see that he was turned on by it.
“Are you sober enough to understand why I want you to tell Austin that we’re going into the pool house for another glass of wine and some privacy?” If he didn’t understand why that was important, he was definitely not sober enough to do anything else.
One long blink said his brain was processing, but it quickly caught up to the situation. “Because you need to make sure I know what I’m doing and you want Austin to understand that too. So he won’t get nuts.”
“Yes.” I wasn’t planning on doing scenes unless we were both startlingly sober, but kissing and other things didn’t necessarily need that level of clearheadedness.
At least, I really hoped they didn’t.
Again, it was another situation I’d never found myself in.
“Austin.” Dessie only had to look over his shoulder and call out to have the troublemaking omega appear like magic, nearly falling out the back door he was there so quickly. “There you are.”
Austin couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to panic or not, but he didn’t immediately start threatening to kill me again. It was progress. But the way he was taking in the scene said he was still skeptical. “Yes?”
Dessie gave him a naughty grin. “We’re going to go in the pool house to continue our conversation in private.”
Raising one eyebrow, Austin glared at him. “You’ve already had one glass of wine.”
Clearly, they’d had the wine discussion before.
“Yes.” Giggling, Dessie glanced over at the bottle on the table. “And I’m going to bring another into the pool house, but you just need to talk to both of us and make sure you know we’re both willing to do naughty things.”
Austin snorted. “I know you’re ready to do naughty things.”
Dessie’s response was another giggle, so Austin turned to me. “Are you ready to do naughty things?”
That was the million-dollar question at the very least.
Maybe billion dollar.
“I’m nearly completely sober. One glass of wine has very little impact on me.” My nonanswer had him rolling his eyes.
“Try again.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Austin glared at me. “I’m not going to let my dirty boy here push you into anything you’re not ready for just because he’s turned on.”