Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Too much of it, one part of me wanted to say. And then Luke would accuse me of bitching.
Fuck giving him the satisfaction of being right.
Kit had suddenly turned into ten shades of shy, all but hiding his face against Luke’s neck, so it was safe to say he had opinions on the matter.
“You’re not on trial here, little darlin’. Whatever you say and feel is okay.”
He bit his lip and refused to make eye contact. But a beat later, he crawled off Luke’s lap and bolted for my lap instead, where he locked his arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.
“Maybe I want to play with Corey.”
I exhaled a laugh and squeezed him to me. It was fucking insane how relief and worry could simultaneously fuck with my body. My shoulders felt stiff, my heart beat a little faster, emotions rumbled like thunder. Corey was another nonissue. Most subs were. It would be cute and hot as fuck to see them play together.
“Daddy and I kinda figured you had a little crush on Corey.” I kissed the side of his head and tossed the stress toy onto the coffee table. “Who else?”
“Umm…” He fiddled with the neckline of my tee. “Maybe Macklin. He’s like a dirty big brother. And he’s so hot.”
Yeah, I could definitely see that. Macklin would shoulder that role perfectly for Kit.
Luke shifted closer and gathered Kit’s legs on his lap.
So far, so good.
Then Luke had to ask the question with the answer I dreaded. “Are there any Tops and Daddies you’d like to play with?”
I swallowed hard and had to force myself not to go rigid. Whatever the answer, we could work it out together. I had to believe that.
Kit sat up a little straighter so he could see Luke too, and he scrunched his nose in thought. “Not really. I’m more into the live porn, you see?”
I coughed a laugh; my ears were fucking ringing all of a sudden, and I could hear my own pulse. The boy had my goddamn sanity in his grip. Could I relax yet? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think so. He wasn’t done.
“Okay, I think Greer is super-duper hot,” he admitted. “He has a way about him, and it would be sexy to maybe do something with him and Corey—like, all of us together. Something milder. I’m not as uninhibited as, you know, Corey or Noa. I don’t want to go the whole way or play without limits.”
Everybody had limits, but I got what he was saying, and hope exploded within me. The sensation was so forceful that I gusted out a breath and had to mask my relief with another cough.
“What would you like to do, then?” Luke asked. “Say we put together a playdate—the three of us with Greer and Corey.”
“Oh, I don’t knowww.” Kit groaned and fell against me again, and I squeezed him tightly to me. “Daddy put all these fantasies in my head. I’m innocent!”
So he kept saying.
“It would be hot to see Colt and Greer fuck Lucas,” the boy confessed in a rush. “Cuz that’s what happened way back in the day when you were young.”
I rumbled a laugh as the relief poured out of me.
Meanwhile, Luke got offended. “When we were young? Boy, I’m still young.”
“You know what I mean!” Kit giggled. “That’s what turns me on, though. To see Tops together. Maybe it would be exciting and hot to kiss Greer a little…? I even made a list of friends I would deem safe to play with, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested. Or—I mean, it doesn’t mean they’re interested or available either. Like with Cam. He would be safe. Tate also. But…” He trailed off, and so did the amusement. He hesitated again. “Thing is… I don’t want to get very intimate with another Daddy or regular Dom, and I don’t want to see my Daddies with other Littles too much. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head and gathered his face in my hands, and I couldn’t stress this enough, what I was about to say. “You have nothin’ to apologize for, baby. You got that? Absolutely nothin’. In fact—” I took a deep breath. The relief was still rushing through me. “I’ve been frettin’ my rear off all damn day, thinkin’ maybe you wanna explore arrangements with other Daddies—and it’s possible I’m a bit possessive of you.”
I deserved the look I received. I deserved every ounce of his disbelief and even the sense of “What the fuck, how could you think that of me?” that I detected in his eyes. That was the rational part I’d been trying to summon to cover up the dumbass insecurities I’d suffered from.
“I’m the one who should apologize.” I touched his cheek. “Looks like Daddy ain’t always so confident.”
Luke kissed my shoulder, and Kit’s gaze softened a little.