Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“That’s a great idea.” Cash was just as smart as Bates.
But, man, I hoped neither of them was as smart as that professor because he was just weird.
“And now we don’t have to worry about how to pay for groceries and the puppy play stuff.” That would’ve been hard on the budget. “But you know, we probably could’ve explained to Brady’s mom and she’d have helped. She likes helping.”
And she didn’t care that Brady was very Brady, so she wouldn’t mind me being interesting either.
But that idea sent Cash into another round of groaning and shaking his head. “No. Just no. We are not talking with her about anything kinky. Meeting Bates is going to give her enough to worry and lecture about.”
True.
“I get to meet her?” Bates seemed thrilled for some reason. “That’s going to be so much fun.”
Yep, he was weird-level smart.
Chapter 24
Cashel
The smart thing explained so much.
They were always nuts.
But Bates was nice and cute and not too weird, so we could probably just ignore the smart part. What we couldn’t ignore was that Gareth thought I was scared of his penis and that he wanted help picking out his gear.
Ugh.
“No, nothing interesting.” Bates kissed my forehead. “We’re just going to talk about our threesome. Perfectly boring.”
He was such a brat sometimes.
“She likes interesting and she doesn’t mind Brady is little. So I don’t think she’ll find it weird at all.” Gareth paused, cocking his head and mulling over something. “You know, one time she—”
Nope.
“No distracting us with Brady stories.” I hated to be the one to get us back on track talking about something so hard, but if we wandered off mentally, I wasn’t sure I’d survive coming back to it. “We have things to discuss.”
Someone kill me.
Bates was nearly giggling, but Gareth was just looking at me like he thought I’d lost my mind. “Are you sure?”
“No, but we need to anyway.” And I’d never get confident about it if we didn’t talk about it.
Bates liked the pup idea.
Gareth thought it looked like fun.
No one thought it was bad-weird and I wasn’t scared of Gareth’s dick.
God, even thinking about it sounded insane.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Gareth reached up and stroked my head like I was an overly anxious pet. “You don’t have to talk about penises or plugs if you don’t want to. We can take that slow.”
God.
As I tried to bargain with God to just strike me down with lightning since that’d be the fastest or maybe most ironic way to kill me with all the shenanigans we were getting up to, Bates let out a breath and managed not to laugh. “I think he really wants to see you as a pup and that’s what’s making him so anxious. Yes, he’s worried about what will happen, but this has been something he’s wanted for a while.”
I couldn’t help nodding…it just happened on its own, but instead of making things clearer for Gareth, he looked even more confused. “Why? I mean, I understand wanting to live out the fantasy. That part makes sense. But why is he so…wiggly?”
That seemed to be the nicest word he could come up with and it made Bates fight off the giggles again. When he could breathe without snickering, he sat straighter and seemed to be doing his best to look like the TV version of a Dom, serious and confident. “Because he’s never been a Handler before and he’s worried that he’ll be a bad Dom for you.”
Huh?
“Huh?” Gareth echoed my thought, but it didn’t take long for me to realize we weren’t seeing things the same way. “Why would he think he’d do a bad job of taking care of me? I’d be easier to deal with than Brady and Cash did great with that.”
Somehow I’d fallen into an alternate universe.
Marvel kept saying there were an infinite number of the damned things, so maybe they were right.
“I…” Nothing else came out as my head ping-ponged back and forth between the two confusing men. “I…that’s…”
Well, at least it’d been more than one word?
They just ignored my accomplishment, though, which was rude and appreciated all at the same time.
“He keeps reminding you that you’re more important to him than Brady.” Bates shrugged. “There’s family and then there’s family.”
Gareth nodded like it was sage advice even though it was insane. “Yeah, and we’re the family kind.”
I was still trying to decipher that ridiculousness when Gareth started shaking his head. “But still, playing fetch is so much easier than keeping Brady occupied.”
Okay, he had a point.
My brain still hadn’t caught up to current events when Gareth turned to me with a serious look on his face. “You know that if you’re my Dom when I’m a pup, you’re going to have to see my penis?”
Oh.
My.
God.
So maybe I shouldn’t have complained about being ignored?