Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Selfish? What was she talking about?
“And I’m s-sorry I ran away like this. God! Why did I do that? How immature!”
Okay, he didn’t like that either.
It was actually a teeny bit cute. Not the part about her needing to run from her asshole dad and stepmom. Nor the part about her doing it at night, without telling them, and climbing into a half-built treehouse.
But the idea of her in Little headspace packing a bag and heading off was a bit sweet. As long as she wasn’t really upset.
“You are not immature,” Loki said. “So your default is to get away when things are hard. That can be okay, as long as you’re safe. What are the rules if you need time alone?”
“I has to tell you.”
“And?”
“I has to take my phone. And wear proper shoes. And take food and water.”
“And?”
“I’m not to go at night. And I’m not supposed to climb this treehouse yet.”
“Do you have your phone?” Loki asked in a patient, yet firm voice.
“No.”
“Food? Water?”
“No.”
“And did you tell me?” he said, his voice growing sterner.
Damn.
He was pretty much a natural at this Daddy Dom stuff. It made Remy wonder how long they’d had this dynamic going for . . . even if they didn’t recognize what was going on.
“No, Ki-Ki, I’m sorry. Are you mad?”
“I’m upset that you didn’t talk to me first. We always talk to each other, Tink.”
Remy heard her sniffle and Loki groaned.
“Tink, you’re okay,” he said in a soothing voice.
Hmm. Did he always cave when she sounded like she might cry?
“Everything is all right,” Loki told her.
“You’re not m-mad at me?” she asked.
“No, Tinkerbelle. Come down, now, though. It’s cold and late. And it’s not safe up there alone.”
“I gots Razzie.”
“Well, that’s good,” Loki replied. “But he can’t really protect you or keep you warm.”
“I’m not c-cold.”
Except she sounded cold. And a bit upset. Fuck. He’d really fucked this night up. She should be curled up in Loki’s arms, not sitting in the cold and dark.
As she started to climb down, Remy stepped forward and grabbed her hips, lifting her.
“Where’s your jacket?”
“I left it behind. Sorry.” She hugged her rainbow bear against her chest.
“At least you put shoes on,” Remy grumbled as he lifted her up against his chest. Loki draped a blanket around them. “But you need gloves and a hat.”
“I know,” she said. “I wasn’t really thinking.”
“Which is why you should have talked to us. To me,” Remy told her.
“Yeah. I knows. Sometimes, I just stop thinking properly. I’m sorry I grabbed onto you and tried to make you stay when you wanted to leave.”
“Christ, baby. I didn’t want to leave,” Remy said with a groan.
“Wait. You didn’t?” She drew her head back to look up to him.
“God, no.”
“Then why were you going? I thought I scared you away wanting to, um, you know.”
“Suck his cock like a dream? And you are a dream, Tink. Fucking amazing.” Loki rubbed his hand over her back as Remy shot him a quelling look.
“You seriously think that scared me?” Remy asked. “Christ, what scared me was how much I wanted you.”
“Then why?” she asked.
“He was being self-sacrificing,” Loki told her. “Thought he’d give us our moment. He figures you and I are more ahead in our relationship than you and him because we’ve known each other for so long.”
“Ohhh,” she said. “But I wanted to. Like, a lot. Sooo much.”
Remy groaned.
His dick was really hard right now. He started walking toward the house, hoping to ease the ache. And he wanted to get her someplace warm.
“You are not making things easy on me.”
“Am I supposed to?” she asked cheekily. Then she laid her head on his chest. “Thanks for the sentiment, but just because Loki and I have known each other a long time, it doesn’t mean that our relationship is more or less than what we have. Right?”
She sounded uncertain at the end.
“You are quite right,” Remy told her.
“Definitely right,” Loki added.
“Time to get you inside and get you warm. Don’t know what you were thinking, coming out without a jacket,” Remy scolded her until they reached the chicken coop.
Then they all practically tiptoed past so as not to wake the she-demons.
Loki opened the door so Remy could carry her inside. He took her straight to the bathroom and set her down. “I’m going to run you a bubble bath.”
“He runs a great bubble bath,” she whispered to Loki.
“Yeah? Got some hidden talents, does he?” Loki asked back as Remy bent over to fill the bath.
“Yep, and a hell of an ass.”
There was a slap on his butt.
She didn’t.
Did she?
Turning, he gave her an incredulous look. She just stared back at him with mock-innocence.
“What?” she asked.
“Did you just slap my ass, baby girl?”
“Me? Oh no, I’m sure that was Loki.” She pointed at the other man.