Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond, but Dean groaned and reached up to rub his face. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be the type of anything who wants to be naughtied in front of others.”
“That’s okay.” Joel unbuckled and nearly killed himself trying to climb into the back seat. He managed half his body before he somehow got stuck, but that was enough to give Dean a kiss. “I can be the only one who likes public-y kind of stuff. You’ll like other things, so we’ll still be very well-rounded.”
Our sex life was not a healthy dinner.
The comparison must’ve gotten to Dean too because he grinned and finally stopped being dramatic. He even leaned forward and gave Joel a quick peck before he could start getting free of the seats. “It’s going to be fine, and eventually, we’ll figure out other stuff that’s me focused.”
Joel liked that idea but he was a bit too distracted to give it much attention. “I’m…you’re so…shoot.”
How had he managed to get himself that wedged?
“Shift to your side and slide out that way. You can’t just keep using brute force.” He wasn’t strong enough or big enough for that.
“I think the seat is eating me. I’m stuck.” He was just being dramatic and stubborn, so I simply reached out and turned his body myself. “That worked. Thank you.”
I was pretty sure Joel was being honest and just ridiculous in general, but Dean’s huff and rolled eyes said he was feeling a lot less nervous…so Joel might’ve been fucking with us.
Maybe?
Deciding to just move on, I pointed to the passenger door. “Out. Before you kill yourself with the seat belt.”
Nodding like it was a perfectly reasonable worry, Joel gave the seat belt a serious look as he obeyed the order. “They’re dangerous.”
Only to him.
But we managed to get out of the car without him being trapped or strangled, so I counted it as a win. For the time being. Joel had a magical habit of walking into display cases and getting stuck on doorknobs, so I wasn’t surprised when Dean came around the front of the car to take his hand. “Remember. Don’t touch anything.”
Sighing, Joel pouted. “But what if the dildo vibrates and has one of those push here buttons like the toys in Target?”
“I really hope they don’t do that.” Dean’s brows pulled together and he sighed. “Alright, no touching unless it’s a toy with a labeled button or object that you’re considering asking us to use on you.”
That had our little troublemaker’s brains starting to whirl.
Joel’s head cocked as Dean started leading him to the door and I could see him trying to work on ways to get around the order. “Sometimes you don’t know you’ll like it until you touch it.”
“Then we don’t touch it.” Dean seemed stuck on that rule and it was probably for the best. I had a feeling Joel would’ve spent the entire time just picking up weird shit to torture Dean with, otherwise.
He’d have claimed Dean needed to be distracted and he might’ve been right, but Dean didn’t seem to want to be tortured when we had an audience. So I did my best to save him for the time being. “If you see more interesting things we need to research, we’ll look them up online later.”
The hint of dirty research and weird videos had Joel perking up. “That’s a good idea. I’ll make a list of the things I’m curious about and we’ll look them up together later. I’m sure we’ll find some very helpful videos.”
Dean was doing his best not to blush, but somehow the fight not to get embarrassed pushed him back to his Dom side. He gave Joel a sexy-as-fuck glare and stopped us just before we reached the door. “I’m going to remember whose day it is to clean the bathroom if you keep this up.”
Oh.
Joel hated cleaning the bathroom.
He immediately aimed wide eyes at his Dom and gave him an adorable cheek kiss. “I’m excited to pick out fun things with you, Sir. Thank you for shopping with me. The board games are very special and I can’t wait for my cage. I’m going to look so cute.”
Dean scrunched up his face, knowing he was being played, but he let the brat do it anyway. “You’re welcome and I’m glad we’re board game special now.”
Whatever the fuck that meant.
Joel managed not to look too pleased at having won and just gave Dean another cute cheek kiss on the other side, stretching up on his toes to look small and innocent. “Aww. You’re such a good Master.”
And he was such a good ass-kisser.
Dean just rolled his eyes and walked up to the doorway. I agreed with the play because there was nothing he could’ve said against such adorable manipulation.