Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Slower.
I inhaled deeply and rested my forehead to his, and he opened his eyes just a beat after I opened mine.
Christ almighty, he was something else.
“Hi,” he whispered.
Warmth flooded me, and I smiled into a softer kiss. “Hi, beautiful boy.”
Dark lust and sweet vulnerability mingled into one hell of a drug of a cocktail in his eyes, and he attacked me with a hard kiss. My hands fell when he locked his arms around my neck again, and he made a couple needy sounds into the kiss.
“Say more stuff like that. I wanna feel like your boy,” he pleaded.
My boy.
Fuck, there goes the last of my resolve.
I kissed him hungrily and slipped my hands down to his delectable little ass, wondering how quickly I could get us horizontal. And where. I wanted to feel him all over, kiss him, hold him, get him warm.
The apple trees.
Perfect.
“Meet me behind the cabin in thirty seconds,” I murmured against his lips. “I have an idea.”
He nodded quickly and inched back slightly.
Jesus, that face. Those captivating blue eyes, his thoroughly kissed mouth, and the dimples that appeared with his cute grin…
I had to kiss him again.
That smile he gave me was fucking everything.
“You actually want me,” he said, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Is that so shocking?” I touched his cheek.
“Sh-yeah.” He let out a laugh. “I wanted you two fucking years ago, but you wouldn’t even talk to me.”
I winced. “Other circumstances, Danny. I was attracted to you then too.”
He smirked ruefully. “You and your principles.”
We could talk about those later. I pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. “Thirty seconds.”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded.
I hurried up the porch steps, then slowed down to make my way through the living room without a sound. The twins were fast asleep on the couches, and I hoped they stayed that way for a while.
In my room, I grabbed a pillow and the top sheet from the bed, then headed outside once more.
Danny was waiting for me where the porch ended, towel wrapped around his hips, and the sight of him caused a flurry of emotions to well up in my chest. Sometimes, I forgot to take a break to process things.
That’s what I wanted to do now.
I closed the distance between us and led the way out into the orchard. I could thank my brother-in-law for mowing the grass—three freaking months ago—when he’d visited with my nephews. But I should mow it again before it officially took the title as wild grown.
“Do you get a lot of snakes?” Danny wondered.
“Not here.” I stepped under one of the apple trees and fanned out the sheet. “One or two will catch some sun over by the rocks in the summer, but that’s about it.” I sat down on the sheet and tossed the pillow behind me. “All right, let’s get my hands back on your body where they belong.”
He grinned and pounced as soon as I was lying flat on my back.
He got on all fours and peered down at me. “Hi again.”
I just smiled up at him and pushed away some hair that’d fallen over his eyes. Those, I wanted to see. At all times. The big bonus was the background. Blue skies, sunrays poking between the branches and the apple blossoms.
“So, um…” He let his gaze travel down my chest. “You haven’t mentioned what kind of Dom you are.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows and kissed him. “The kind who really likes that you have a stuffie.”
He shivered, easing back to sit on my thighs. “I see. You call it a stuffie too.”
“I do.” I tilted my head. What I wouldn’t give to be able to read his mind. “Have you considered yourself a Little for a long time?”
He chewed on the inside of his cheek and eventually shook his head. “It hasn’t been like that for me. I don’t have any actual playtime experience—with kink, I mean. It’s just…um, sometimes I don’t feel great when I’m at home.” When he was alone. “It started out as a way to comfort myself, I guess. I’d bury myself in blankets and pillows on the couch, and I would just binge-watch cartoons.”
Christ, he was after my fucking heart, wasn’t he?
I could tell he wasn’t comfortable being so open—so soon—so I didn’t pressure him. I let my head fall back against the pillow again, and I just brushed my hands up and down his thighs.
He tilted his head up toward the trees and closed his eyes. “Before I knew it, I’d bought pajamas and a stuffed animal, and it’d become a nightly routine.”
Okay, the space between us didn’t work. I tugged him down to me and wrapped my arms around his middle, to which he chuckled and straightened out his legs. Much better. He fell off me just a bit, but I went with him. Half sprawled over me, he kissed my jaw and then buried his face against my neck.