Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
With the chances of a blast diminishing greatly with every breath, I went over and sat on the couch. “Can I ask what happened?”
Carrick nodded and closed his eyes as Lorne started petting his chest. “I didn’t even jinx anyone.”
With that important fact out of the way, he actually started making more sense. “Someone decided that asking me for a new will would be a good way to get one-on-one time to be able to interrogate me and I think the plan got out of hand.”
That was obvious.
“People are too excited around here to think plans through.” Shaking his head, Lorne looked disappointed in them. “Don’t worry, Papa. If I was going to misbehave like that, I’d have been more subtle and had a better plan. You’d have never realized I’d bugged your house. I’m much smarter than they are.”
Barking out a laugh, Carrick opened his eyes and gave Lorne another kiss. “I have no doubt about that, but how did you get here so fast?”
Frowning, he looked between us and focused on me. “I literally just texted you.”
It seemed like we had something to explain to our still slightly too stressed mate…because I couldn’t be the only one hearing Lorne humming to himself about how he was going to eat the neighbors.
“Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. One big bite.”
If he didn’t change the song soon, I was going to end up as crazy as Carrick.
Chapter 20
Lorne
“Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. It’ll be a messy sight.
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. I’m—"
“Lorne. Stop that.” Daddy frowned at me, looking slightly green. “I can’t handle the lyrics. They keep getting more and more graphic.”
Oops.
“Sorry, Daddy.” I’d have to remember that he could hear me. “Oh, Daddy, can you hear everything?”
That might end up making them kind of nutty.
Daddy opened his mouth to answer but Carrick went still and then cut him off. “What the fuck!”
“That’s not nice, Papa.” He was still too stressed; otherwise, he wouldn’t have cursed around Daddy and me. We needed to fix this.
“Hmm, yes, I need to look innocent and think about happy things.”
Daddy sighed. “Sex positions don’t count as happy thoughts. Stop manipulating your Papa.”
Ugh.
“We are going to have to fix the mate thing too or we’ll all go crazy.”
“Not being able to manipulate me is not going to make you crazy.” Papa’s brain latched onto the wrong thought, but at least he wasn’t angry anymore. “I can hear you. That’s how you knew to come.”
Nodding excitedly, I wiggled to make him excited too. “You know lots of naughty words. You have to share. I don’t know what they mean.”
“Knowledge is very important.”
Daddy groaned but Papa laughed again. “Your Daddy might kill me if I translate everything that I was thinking.”
Aww.
Looking as sweet as I could, I kissed his cheek and kept petting his chest. “But I like learning and I love that I heard you in my head like really good mates do.”
Carrick huffed but looked very pleased. “We’d have been really good mates even if we never heard each other like that.”
Then he looked over at Daddy and chuckled. “Besides, I think you’re going to scar your Daddy if you don’t learn to filter some of those thoughts. I’m not sure this is the right time for a blow job.”
This was not going to work.
“Okay.” We had to fix this before it became a habit. “How do I filter? We heard you when you were mad, and now I hear everything.”
“Daddy is hungry.
And horny.”
“No, I’m not.” Daddy huffed. “And even if I was, it’s been hours since lunch and you’re wiggling on his lap just to make his dick hard. That’s distracting.”
I managed not to giggle but I couldn’t help looking naughty. “You’re so cute, Daddy.”
Snuggling closer to Papa, I kissed his cheek again and laid my head on his shoulder, trying not to look wicked. “Isn’t he so cute?”
Papa chuckled. “Naughty boy.”
“No, I am cute and sweet and just need loving attention from my mates in the form of cuddles and an orgasm.”
Daddy groaned.
Oops.
“That might’ve been a bit too loud in my head.”
“Yes, it was too loud in your head.” Papa was back to shaking his head as I sat up.
Was he upset?
“No, he looks like he thinks I’m cute.”
“Yes, you are cute. But this isn’t reasonable. Your brain is…chaotic.”
Daddy wasn’t wrong.
“It’s just a very active space, and Kenzie says it’s probably like one of those weird messy contemporary paintings with all the bright colors.” He always explained things so well. “But yes, this isn’t going to work, so let’s fix it.”
“Quickly, so I don’t get myself in trouble.”
Daddy’s giggle said he’d heard that too.
“Daddy, you’re making me hungry.” How often did he think about food? We needed to give him more snacks.
“Papa, you can’t do that. It’s messy.” He was still a bit too focused on how to kill the neighbors.