Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I let out a laugh. That was a good idea.
“Don’t even think about it, Daddy,” Gael blurted out.
Oh really? Don’t even think about it?
Colt and Greer shook their heads at the boy.
“I reckon that’s one for insolence there too,” I said, dropping my gaze to the clipboard. “Gael getting bossy with his superiors—won’t look good on your report card, chiquito.”
“But it’ll look great in my brat book,” Corey told him. “I think we should start our own note keeping. You just scored ten points.”
The smug grin on Gael’s face was full of promise. No shit, he had a brat in him, waiting to be unleashed.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
Since Colt, Greer, and I had our break for the next thirty minutes, we let a couple assistants prepare our stations again while we headed in different directions to spy on our brats. Well, Greer and I aimed for Room 5, and Colt was off to find Kit.
I discarded my lollipop along the way.
Room 5 was one of the two shower rooms on the second floor, and it was completely covered in white tiles, from floor to ceiling. Including a bench or two where one could sit or drop towels. But for the biology class, Ty had gotten his hands on a lab table that he’d wheeled in there. He—and I presumed Lane—had also brought a lizard and a snake.
Sloan and KC had used their meager event budget to rent five study desks and lab coats.
“Hi, Daddy!” Corey was excited to see Sloan.
Greer and I walked in as the boys got seated, and we weren’t alone. A handful of members from the audience were here too, and we stayed behind the red tape on the floor.
“That’s Ziggy and Tank!” Corey pointed at the reptiles in their enclosures on the table. “Nobody has to be afraid—they’re super friendly. Ziggy is my cousin’s California kingsnake, and Tank is Ty’s blue-tongued skink.”
Gael wasn’t afraid of lizards, but Cam and Tate were clearly not fans.
“Unfortunately, I’m dating someone who’s obsessed with reptiles and creepy-crawlies,” Cam muttered. “Noa even rescues moths and spiders.”
Okay, I drew the line at bees. I saved bees, and I occasionally let a spider outside—unless I knew it was venomous. Those shits got flushed down the toilet.
Ty waited patiently at the lab table, half leaning back against it. Sloan folded his arms over his chest, and KC shifted in his wheelchair.
Out of the three, I knew KC was the wild card. Someone whose threshold for mischief was insanely high, because he loved brats more than anything, but once that line was crossed…
I’d only gotten a glimpse of it myself, but I’d read some of Noa’s and Cam’s writings online.
“We’ll be quiet now, Professors!” Corey promised.
“By all means…” Ty shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. “I’m not the one in need of a good grade.”
I was looking forward to getting to know Ty better. He and Lane were Walker and Macklin’s partners, and I’d heard a thing or two about Ty and his boy being into hedonism.
That was me when I visited my mother’s family in Chile. If I wasn’t up in the mountains at my abuelito’s ranch, I was with my tias outside Atacama, where they ran a beach resort for hipsters. I had my own beach hut there. Surfing, fishing, gorging on fruit, catching sun—it was heaven. One day, I was gonna take Dean and Gael there.
“When you’re ready to actually learn something, you may remove your ties and shirts,” KC instructed.
Gael threw a glance over his shoulder, spotting me here, and I gave him an encouraging smile. He had nothing to worry about.
He smiled tentatively in return and began loosening his tie.
Greer leaned closer to me. “You workin’ on his body issues?”
I inclined my head. “Stubborn insecurity—but he’s come a long way already.”
“That’s good. He’s cute as shit.”
That he was.
It became clear that KC and Sloan were in charge of the first part of the class, and the boys went rigid when KC pulled out a Wartenberg wheel. Its sharp little points gleamed in the bright lights, and it understandably stole most of the focus from the boys.
“I want you to listen carefully here,” Sloan warned. “There will be a test at the end of the class, so pay attention to what we say. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Professor Daddy,” Corey responded.
“Yes, Professor Wallace,” the others followed.
What came next was an impressive harangue from Sloan about how many nerve endings we had in our nipples, something about sensory receptors, and why men had them. Truth be told, it was difficult to concentrate when KC was running the pinwheel across the boys’ nipples “to demonstrate.” And even though Greer and I only saw their backs from our position, it was entertaining to watch them tense up and giggle nervously.