Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Oh! They have a waffle station.” I pointed.
“Mmhmm.” He rumbled a chuckle and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I think you’ll have some yogurt and toast before you dive into the waffles. The whole-grain toast.”
Whoa. I looked up at him in disbelief. “That’s the brown toast.”
“I know. Can you imagine?” He widened his eyes at the mock horror he felt the need to subject me to. “People actually eat that. I eat that.”
“I’ve eaten it all my life,” I exclaimed, following him reluctantly to the toasters. “I thought the point was for me to try things I actually like now.”
“Absolutely, dear, in moderation.” He lifted a brow to put emphasis on that last horrible word. “A healthy breakfast is a good start to your day.”
It was also boring, but whatever.
We sat down with our gross whole-grain toast, yogurt, and some fruit Lucas had selected.
“I can’t believe I forgot my coffee,” he muttered, and he made a move to stand up.
I rose instead. “I’ll get it. How do you like it?”
He smiled. “Thank you. Just some Splenda will be great.”
“Yes, Sir.” I made my way over to the coffee machine and watched in envy while some guy in a suit made himself two waffles. Hmpf. I poured myself a glass of juice, not in the mood for coffee, and returned to our table when I had everything.
Lucas had grabbed a copy of the Washington Post and put on a pair of reading glasses.
Holy fuck, did he look sexy in those glasses.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
He glanced up from the front page, and he nodded in thanks for the coffee. “I didn’t always. Then I woke up one morning and found myself squinting when I read the paper. I’d also gained four pounds, so Colt told me to quit putting regular sugar in my coffee.” He smirked ruefully. “That’s what turning thirty-five did to me.”
I snickered and bit into my toast. Oh, yuck.
Eleven
I loved, loved, loved this bathtub. The water came up almost to my shoulders! And Lucas had one of those suction stands for his iPad so I could watch a movie in the water. It was the best. I’d put on one of my favorite comedies, Anchorman.
My laughter echoed as I watched the scene where Will Ferrell screamed inside a phone booth.
Lucas appeared in the doorway with an amused expression. “It’s lovely hearing your laugh, little one. Are you enjoying your bath?”
I nodded a lot. “So much. And look.” I gathered some bubbles and put them on my face like a beard.
Lucas grinned and came into the bathroom, and he sat down on the edge of the tub. “You are too cute for words. Can I see your fingers?”
I showed them to him. “Only a little pruny.”
“Only a little,” he agreed. He folded up the sleeves of his shirt. “Hand me that shampoo bottle, will you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I scrunched my nose as he poured shampoo in his palm. “I don’t have to get out yet, do I?”
“No, not yet. I’m just done doing the work I can from here, and I want to take care of my boy.”
Oh. I guess he could do that. I grinned goofily. “If I get you wet, you’ll have to join me. Then we could take care of each other.”
He laughed quietly and started massaging the shampoo into my hair, and it felt…so…fucking…good. I moaned and closed my eyes.
“Please, Daddy? We can wash each other.”
He hummed. “You’d like that?”
“Yes.”
“Let me do this first. I love touching you.”
He was making that abundantly clear. He took his time massaging my scalp, and when he decided my hair was done, he dipped his hands into the water and slid them up between my legs.
“Daddy has to get the suds off his hands,” he murmured huskily.
I swallowed hard, a ball of lust dropping heavily into my stomach, and I opened my eyes. He ordered me to lean back and pull my knees up a bit. Jesus Christ. I shivered when his long fingers brushed over my balls.
“Nope. Stand up for me instead,” he said and cleared his throat. “I need to see you.”
I faltered and grabbed my cock under the surface. “But I’m getting hard, Daddy.”
“That’s perfectly fine, dear. It happens.”
While I obeyed, he quickly dried his hands and removed the iPad. Then I just stood there, rivulets of water washing away most of the bubbles.
For a moment, he merely watched me. Hands in the pockets of his pants. I could see a bulge forming, and I wanted it. He made me even harder, and he didn’t do anything!
“Do you want to know one of the reasons Colt and I want you to surrender everything to us?”
I nodded hesitantly.
He took a step closer and reached for the body wash. “Because you forget your insecurities,” he murmured. “You did it at breakfast. You wore a tee that displayed all these cool tattoos, and I’m not sure you gave that a single thought.”