Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Is that okay with you?” I had to ask.
He nodded quickly as he unwrapped a chocolate egg for me. “Gosh, yes. I can’t explain it, but I feel more little right now, and it’s like…I think I want more of that in my life…? Does that make sense?”
“It absolutely does.” Whether it was temporary was too soon to tell, but I understood why he felt more little. Again, all those months of worrying and doubting? Even though the fears hadn’t been a full-time issue until the last few weeks, it’d added a lot of pressure on him. And now he could let all of that go.
Cam had always had his moments of feeling little, so it wasn’t as if the kink was new to him—or that line of thinking and processing.
He fed me the chocolate egg and giggled when I made yummy noises and kissed him soundly.
“May I also have a chocolate?” he asked sweetly.
“You can have as many as you want.” That was something I could say to Cam. With Noa, I had to set a limit. Otherwise, he ate until he gave himself a stomachache. He’d earned himself the nickname Chipmunk from Lucian for how Noa would stuff his mouth so that his cheeks puffed out.
“What’s the smirk about, Sir?” he asked, picking a couple chocolates from the bowl.
I chuckled. “Just thinking how different you and Noa are as Littles. And yet, I love your differences.”
He smiled. “Me too. Like, this morning? I overheard you and Master in the shower, and Noa eavesdropped and wanted to join you. He said he couldn’t wait and just wanted to tell you both that he wanted to make you feel good. And I was like, let’s just prepare breakfast for them. They can use some alone time.” He stuck the candy into his mouth and chewed. “As annoying as his impatience can be—and how he never thinks before he speaks—life without his chaos would be so boring. I kinda love having a baby brother I have to guide from time to time, because one, it’s sexy—”
I laughed softly, in total agreement. Noa’s wild urges kept me on my toes the way I needed.
“And secondly, being the big brother is the best of both worlds,” he said. “I can be my version of a Little, while still tidying up his messes.”
I shook my head in amusement. Tidying up Noa’s messes was perfectly put, because that was exactly what Cam did.
“You have the patience of a saint sometimes,” I murmured.
“We all do,” he snickered. “And so do Master and I with you…”
I faked a gasp and narrowed my eyes. “Pet, are you implying I’m a handful?”
“Sometimes!” he laughed. “We can’t forget that you started the last food fight. The Big Spaghetti War was totally on you.”
Pffft. I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Let’s not discuss the past anymore,” I decided. “Life’s too perfect at the present. Spring is finally here, Noa’s running wild in the woods, I have my little diaper baby on my lap…”
“Diaper baby,” he squeaked and ducked down. Every reminder that he wore a diaper made him flush and squirm, so of course I kept reminding him.
“It’s who you are, isn’t it?” I leaned in and brushed our noses together. “My sexy little diaper baby.” I cupped his bottom in my hands and squeezed him through the soft material.
He made a needy sound and buried his face against my neck.
Goddamn. I better keep my hands to myself before this escalated further. We’d regret it if we missed Noa coming back with his Easter eggs. The kinksters in charge were almost done setting up part two of the event.
Someone had put bunny ears on Reese and Colt too.
“You’re a little too tempting for Daddy, sweetheart.” I kissed his shoulder and hugged him to me. “We were supposed to eat Easter candy and cheer for Noa.”
“Oh crap! We can’t miss this, Daddy.” It was as if someone lit a fire under his butt. He scrambled off my lap but plastered himself to my side instead, linked his arm with mine, and planted the candy bowl on the table. “After we agreed it was best I sit this one out, Master said the Sadists have planned a fun twist.”
Fun for us Sadists, yes.
I kissed the top of his head and eyed him, amused. “If you crank up the excitement a bit more, one might accuse you of wanting to see Noa suffer.”
He snickered and unwrapped his chocolate. “Only because he’s a masochist and because he reacts so strongly. It’s funny.”
Yeah, that was our Noa. A reaction whore’s dream come true.
CHAPTER 8
Noa Hayles
“You listen to me now, pup. You are a strong, fast little boy, and you can get all the eggs you want if you put your mind to it.”
Mean face. Run faster. Hop over those stones!