Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“No.” He kept hiding, but he shook his head. “I need to get a few things done and I’ll be too lazy to do them later.”
That made me grin as I peeled his hands away from his face. He made it easy enough that I knew he was ready to come out, but he was still blushing. “Thank you for sharing that with me. You made me feel very special.”
It seemed that thanking him made it impossible to stay embarrassed because as his eyes widened and he curled into me, his color went back to normal. “Really?”
“Yes, cutie.” Kissing his forehead, I slowly caressed down his cheek. “You were nervous about sharing something special with me, but you did it anyway. You shared what you were thinking and feeling and you were beautiful when you came.”
And Cohen was going to love every second of my recounting.
As his blush came back and he buried his face against my chest, I chuckled. “Do you remember what we talked about earlier?”
His groan said he did, but I was glad to see him nod as well.
“Is this personal or intimate?”
Ian sighed, then huffed, then whispered. “Intimate, Daddy?”
His questioning tone had me kissing the top of his head. “That’s what I was thinking, cutie. It would’ve been a shame if I couldn’t tell Cohen how sexy and sweet my boy was.”
Going very still, he started to relax as his fingers caressed over my chest. “I’m not going to ask if that’s weird because what’s important is that we’re happy.”
He was so fucking cute.
“That’s right.” Kissing his head again, I hugged him tight. “And telling our friend Cohen all about how special you are would make us all very happy.”
Just for a variety of reasons.
Ian seemed to agree with me, but he sighed again. “Just fair warning, I’m going to get embarrassed about this later.”
I was counting on it…because his blush was the cutest thing ever.
Chapter 17
Cohen
It’d been the longest Saturday in recorded history.
Cavemen had their day go faster than I had.
But seeing Bishop’s smiling face as he nearly jumped through my door made my patience worth it. I’d been the best Dom ever because I’d only responded to his random texts instead of being a nuisance and texting him a thousand times.
“You look like you had a good day.” I laughed as that earned me a smacky kiss and he nearly giggled.
Someone was very excited.
“I was a wonderful Daddy and I was very Cohen today and asked questions, not too many because he wants to text some of the harder ones, but I did great.” Bishop was nearly vibrating with energy. “He even said I was a good Daddy and he was comfortable enough to be little last night. He even wanted a slumber party.”
Bishop shook his head and laughed, taking a minute to let his exuberance out before he explained what a sleepover meant in this context. “He just wanted to be put to bed with his binkie and cuddled. He was still very little and it was so cute. I think he’s even got diapers tucked away somewhere, but his closet is a mess, so I didn’t see them.”
Ah.
“Then what happened?” As I closed the front door, he took my hand and led me through the house, giggling again.
“When Ian is little, he squeezes my hand and drags me through his apartment like he’s a race car driver. It’s so funny.” Bishop’s smile was contagious, but I loved the way he brought us right over to the couch and knelt down for me.
Settling down in front of him, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a softer, slower kiss. “What else does he do when he’s little?”
Eyes sparkling, Bishop charged right back in. “He’s very bossy and uses single words. He’s not a chatty little, but he looooved the bunny you picked out and I made sure to let him know we were both comfortable with him being little. He even loved your plate and cup.”
That might’ve made me smirk, but I tried not to gloat too much.
Bishop’s giggle said I hadn’t been subtle, though.
“What did he think about my participation? Was he uncomfortable with it?” I’d had the best of intentions, but I hadn’t been sure what Ian would think of it. The only times we’d met in the past he’d been very reserved.
Shaking his head, Bishop was still wearing a big smile. “We talked it over and he was glad you were okay with it, and he blushed when I told him you thought he was cute.”
Now I was the one blushing, which had Bishop laughing again. “He was so cute, and it made the whole night easier to know that you were okay with us and being able to talk about you made it…made it so much easier.”
He was so excited his brain was just skipping around in circles. I’d expected more cute stories, or maybe just the same stories over and over, but when he leaned in, his expression shifted to something more wicked. “And he gets turned on hearing about us, so as long as you don’t mind, he’d like good stories too.”