Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I felt Ian tense up beneath me and began to tickle the back of his neck with my fingertips. “Eat with us,” I said close to his ear.
“Damn it,” he gritted out, making David laugh.
“He’s a handful and skilled at getting his way. I’d appreciate it too if you ate with us.” David reached out slowly, giving Ian plenty of time to tell him no. Instead, Ian closed his eyes, then leaned in ever so slightly, making his cheek connect with the back of David’s hand. David brushed it over Ian’s skin and said, “You were beautiful together.”
I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t always horny anyway, but that made my dick begin to stir again.
Ian opened his eyes and cleared his throat. “I am hungry.”
I smiled, and even without looking at David, I knew he was too. “Thank you, pup.”
Ian shook off his thanks. “All I’m doing is eating.”
“We all know it’s more than that,” David told him. He looked at me. “Up, kitten.”
I shot to my feet. “Yes, Daddy.” God, I really fucking loved this. I had no idea why I had waited so long to experiment this way. It felt right, made me feel like me. I wanted to please my Daddy in any way I could.
It was then I realized Ian was the only one dressed—he still had his T-shirt on and had pulled up his jeans and underwear—so I said, “Well, that’s not fair. Now we don’t get a pretty view.”
He rolled his eyes, but I could see a slight curl of the edges of his lips. Ian liked this, liked us, just didn’t want to like it. We walked inside, and I saw Ian staring at David, eyeing the swing of his soft cock as he went.
David went to the laundry room and came out in a pair of gray sweatpants. Guys in sweats were always so hot. The pants were just loose enough but also tight enough that I could see the long ridge of his cock.
“Sit. I’ll cook.” David watched us both. I went straight to one of the chairs at the table and took it. I wasn’t going to bother with clothes. I loved being naked.
“He likes to spoil us,” I told Ian. “So stop being stubborn, and take advantage of it. When have we ever had someone in our lives who likes to take care of us?” I had my grandma, but this, what David did, was different. Ian had no one. He deserved it even more than I did. “If you want, and Daddy says I can, I’ll blow you again if you eat with us.”
Ian cocked a brow. “Only if I eat, huh?”
There he was. There was the Ian he’d been more in the beginning. I loved it when he let go.
“Okay, fine. I wouldn’t need an excuse to give you head, but that’s beside the point.”
David gently held Ian’s chin so he looked at him. “Yes, but I’ll only allow him to if you sit down with us. The choice is yours, pup.” Then he let go and walked to the fridge.
Ian sat.
David didn’t do anything half-assed. He got the stuff out for pancakes, eggs, and strawberries. As he cooked, he asked Ian, “Does that happen often? You getting sent home early from work?”
Ian shook his head. “Nah, this is the first time it’s happened there.”
“Jordan and I can be more careful in the future if you decide you don’t want to see or participate in something like what we did tonight.”
“Hey!” I interrupted.
“Hush, kitten.” The firm tone of his voice made me tremble.
“No. I would never expect you to change the way you live in your own home. If I don’t like something, I’ll deal with it.”
I noticed Ian said something and didn’t specify sex. He also said if.
“This is your home too,” David told him.
“No, it’s not.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you lived here,” David countered.
“It’s still not my house,” Ian insisted.
“You guys are arguing about semantics,” I told them.
David pointed the spatula he was cooking with at me. “He doesn’t have to mind his manners with me. You do. Also, you’re right.”
I laughed. I was already starting to like David for much more than the Dom/sub dynamic. He was always fair.
“Thank you.” I stood and let myself look a little smug. “I want orange juice. Does anyone else want orange juice? I also love that we’re having a big breakfast at ten thirty at night.”
“Just this once, so late at night. There’s a lot of sugar in it.” David used the spatula to smack my ass, making a burst of pain burn through my skin.
“Ouch. What was that for?”
“Because I can.” He leaned in and kissed me, then looked at Ian. “I’d like to spank you one day too.”
Ian replied with, “You got pancake batter on his ass cheek.”