Our Dom (Our Love #3) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Our Love Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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Brat.

But at least I didn’t have to eat pancakes.

So…yay for punishments?

Chapter 15

Cohen

“Oh, baby, you’re very sweet.” I was definitely going to have to make time for the gym later. “Thank you.”

Bishop was barely able to hide his relief at not having to eat more pancakes, and I was going to make sure I was well rewarded later for my generosity.

A blow job for eggs seemed reasonable to me.

Ian gave me a wonderfully manipulative, beaming smile. “Thank you, Uncle Cohen.”

He was the cutest boy ever.

“You’re welcome.” Pulling him close and snuggling him against my chest, I mouthed time to Bishop, who nodded and looked over at his phone.

We’re good was the silent reply, so I knew that meant we didn’t have to rush to get Ian to work. Not that Preston was expecting him to be on time. I’d filled him in on the plan earlier in the week with dire threats about what would come to pass if the surprise were to get out somehow.

I’d been shocked it hadn’t spilled over into the gossip mill at Leashes & Lace, but it seemed like my worrying was not in vain because it meant that no matter how long it took somewhat little Ian to get to be grown-up Ian, it would be fine.

Kissing his head, I tickled his sides and smiled as he laughed. “Alright, cutie. Let’s get up and get at least a little dressed and then we’ll make pancakes.”

Ian popped up like it was an offer he couldn’t refuse, but instead of hopping off me, he got an exaggerated thinking face. “Uncle Cohen?”

Curious, I nodded. “Yes?”

“I think I know why Daddy was naughty.” Little Ian's logic was fascinating, so I was wondering where this would go.

“Why?” I looked over at Bishop, who was watching the exchange carefully…probably worried he was somehow going to end up having to eat pancakes.

“He hasn’t been a pup for days and days and days.” Ian shrugged like it was obvious. “He’s broken.”

I managed to keep a straight face as I nodded, but Bishop’s thoughtful-looking confusion almost made me laugh.

They were both too cute.

“I think you’re right.” It was very logical indeed. “He’s had to keep his pup side tucked away for days and days.”

Even Bishop had admitted during the drive back that he was tired of being in charge and was ready to play.

“We should fix him, Uncle Cohen.” Ian’s straightforward answer was right on target.

“I think that’s a very good idea.” Tugging him back down, I gave our giggling boy a silly, smacky kiss before patting his tempting bottom. “Food first and pup second. How does that sound?”

“Don’t I get a say?” Bishop’s smirk was peeking out, so a cheeky Ian didn’t mind giving him a bit of sass.

Smiling, the cutie shook his head. “No.”

As Bishop laughed, Ian hopped off the bed and then very literally hopped toward the bathroom. “I’m going to hurry, Uncle Cohen, but I need clothes. Daddy said I can’t have pancakes naked. It’s a rule. Syrup is sticky. Even Emerson said it’s a good idea.”

Had he been talking about being little with Emerson?

“They’re both right.” Shaking my head, I sat up and leaned over to give Bishop a kiss. “We’ll get you something to wear.”

Bishop glanced toward the bathroom where Ian was singing “The Wheels on the Bus.” “Did he say he was talking to Emerson about being little or just about being naked in general?”

So I hadn’t imagined it?

“Yes?” Scooting back to lean against the headboard, I studied the bathroom door, not exactly sure how to answer the question. “They don’t seem to do anything when he’s little. I mean, no one has a problem with it by any means, but they just do grown-up things together.”

He nodded, matching my stare at the door that was barely filtering the excited tune. “He told me a few stories that started with them having the intention to play, but then it seemed to always get derailed into something else.”

Something with alcohol I was betting.

“So have they been getting more talkative about his little side or was this a one-off?” Bishop just shrugged at my question.

“Alright then.” Clearly, we had no idea what to do. “So we ignore it and just see what happens?”

“And then we find other littles for him to play with more?” Bishop raised one eyebrow questioningly. “I mean, that was kind of my first thought and he really doesn’t seem to hang out with too many other littles.”

He’d said he had little friends, but Bishop was right. None of the people he saw on a regular basis seemed to be little.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Leaning over, I kissed him again, loving how good he was with Ian. “But since there’s nothing we can do now, I think it’s time to find him some clothes so we don’t have a problem with syrupy penises.”


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