Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Well?” she asked breathlessly. “Is he gonna be okay?”
“I am happy to announce that Ziggy is one very healthy zebra. He must have a very good mummy.”
She smiled brightly at him. “Should you take his temperature, though?”
“Definitely.”
And that’s exactly what he was doing as Ian and Jack walked back into the room. Ian was carrying another tray of food. It seemed his solution to her being hurt was to feed her. She was still a tad queasy from all of the snacks she’d eaten that afternoon.
Although she did notice that he’d kept dinner light. Tomato soup and grilled cheese.
Ooh, and he’d cut the crusts off the grilled cheese sandwiches.
“You’re now my favorite,” she told Ian seriously.
“I am?” he asked, looking surprised as he set the tray down.
“No crusts. Genius.”
“Crusts are good for you,” Jameson told her. “You shouldn’t cut them off her food, Ian.”
Ian gave Jameson a bewildered look as though he couldn’t understand what he was saying. Then he turned to her. “You like that? Wait, I wasn’t your favorite before?”
“Of course not. That would be me,” Jack said, moving to the other side of the bed. “Whatcha doing, Doc?”
“I’m doing a check-up on Ziggy, obviously,” Jameson replied.
“Yeah? You changing careers?” Ian asked. “Going into stuffie medical care?”
“Hey!” she said as Jameson sighed, shaking his head. “That could be a growing medical field, you know. I’m sure there are lots of injured stuffies out there that could use Jameson’s doctoring.”
Jameson groaned for some reason. “I sat on him, okay? And I was just checking to see if he was all right. And yes, I’m aware that what I just said sounds ridiculous.”
“I don’t think it’s ridiculous.”
“Have you done what you came here for and checked her hip?” Ian asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Actually, we’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t ethically act as her doctor anymore,” Jameson said stiffly.
Jack sat up straight. “What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did something?” Jameson asked.
“Because you’re acting weird. And you’ve gone all stiff and formal. You do that when you’re trying to hide something. Like a feeling of guilt.”
“See . . . robot Jameson,” she said. “I told him he does that. And don’t make him feel bad. Nothing happened. He just got a bit Dommy on me.”
“Dommy?” Ian asked quietly. “Did he touch you without consent?”
“Of course I didn’t,” Jameson said, standing and looking furious.
“No, he didn’t. Ian, you’re not being very nice.” She shook her head at him.
“I think it’s a good thing,” Jack said.
“You do?” Ian asked.
“Yep. Jameson always feels better when he’s got a sub to dominate. Even if he is a bit stiff right now.” He winked at her as he said the word stiff and she groaned.
“Jack,” Jameson said sharply. “This isn’t happening. And you have no right to comment on my needs.”
“See? He needs to relax,” Jack whispered to her. “He’s wound up so tight that he’s going to explode.” Jack made a noise like a bomb going off. “Wouldn’t want to cop that explosion. If you get my drift.”
She would have smiled if Jameson didn’t look so upset.
“Jack,” Jameson said warningly.
“Yes?” Jack asked innocently.
“I need to speak to you. Outside. Now.”
“Uh-uh, no fisticuffs. You can’t ruin your precious hands, remember? Besides, I’d whip your ass. I’m not a scrawny kid anymore.”
She couldn’t imagine them fighting as young kids.
“If you do fight, don’t hit his face. I like it the way it is,” she whispered to Jack.
“Deal,” Jack whispered.
“Are they always like this?” Jameson asked Ian.
But Ian wasn’t paying any attention to them. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was frowning at Jameson. “You can’t leave without checking on her.”
“I’ll have another doctor look at her hip.”
“At this time of night?” Ian asked.
“No. Tomorrow.”
Ian shook his head. “You’re here. Do it now.”
Jameson let out a sigh. “You have to ask for her consent, Ian.”
“Did you ask her consent before going all Dommy on her?” Jack asked.
Jameson’s face turned red. Uh-oh.
“I wanted him to touch me,” she blurted out.
Both Ian and Jack stared at her while Jameson groaned.
“How exactly did he touch you, baby?” Jack asked.
“Um . . . all he did was touch my lip and my, uh, tongue. With his finger. That’s it.”
Ian grunted. “Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Yeah, not like you ate out her pussy,” Jack added.
“Jack!” everyone yelled.
“What?” Jack asked with fake-innocence.
Jameson shot them both hard looks. If he’d stared at her like that, she’d be on her knees, begging for forgiveness. The two of them appeared contrite.
Well, Ian did.
Jack just smiled.
“If anyone is trouble around here, it’s you,” she told Jack.
“Why, baby girl. That’s not very nice. I might be wounded.”
“You’re not,” she replied dryly.
“Check her hip, Jameson,” Ian said tiredly. “She needs to eat and sleep.”
“She needs some healthy protein and greens,” Jameson lectured. “Don’t think I didn’t notice all the junk food wrappers in the bin.”