Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Groaning, Daddy closed his eyes for a moment. “Fuck. You’re so distracting.”
I couldn’t help my giggles. They just escaped and made Daddy grumbly but he really liked it because he couldn’t hide it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Daddy.” I shrugged and tried to look confused as I washed him slower. “We’re just talking about our party. You know, if we really wanted to make them pout and run in circles, we could tell someone in the diner that we wanted a circus party.”
Daddy’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. “We’d be evil to do that.”
Yep.
I nodded, his evil grin so wonderful it gave me the confidence to keep cleaning Daddy, and I inched my fingers back. He pretended not to notice and just widened his legs. “Or you could tell Kenzie that you wanted a circus party and I could tell the nosy men we wanted an elegant old-fashioned party.”
Daddy let out a soft sound as my soapy finger slowly pressed inside him, but he still pretended not to notice and barely nodded as I tried to go slow and think about our conversation. “You’d have to tell them it should be lots of different shades of white and I’ll tell them that it needs to be colorful.”
Hmm.
“Do you think clowns are scary or funny?” My question had Daddy’s eyes nearly rolling back in his head and it took him a few seconds to find his breath.
That seemed to have wandered off.
“I…I don’t mind them but it would…it would really fuck with people to have clowns running around.” Nodding as I slowly added another finger like the internet said to, I made thinking sounds so he’d keep going and distract us both. “I can’t remember anyone ever saying they’re afraid of them, though.”
“That’s good.” Being mean wasn’t the goal. “Driving them crazy is fun but I don’t want to make anyone sad or scared.”
Daddy groaned and shivered, but he was a wonderful Daddy. “I’m only worried about you being sad or happy, cutie. No one else.”
Aww.
I had the best Daddy.
And the naughtiest because he growled and his eyes did their sparkly thing. “If you keep trying to make me happy, cutie, you’re going to succeed.”
Oops.
“I…I think Daddy’s all clean.” Yes. But I was careful and made sure I was gentle and we both pretended I hadn’t been getting him very clean.
Being a good helper was hard.
His smile was wicked and he looked like he was ready to press me up against the wall and do…do something, but he just waited for me to stand up and gave me a soft kiss. “Thank you. You take very good care of me.”
“I…” Taking a deep breath, I tried to sound like a good grown-up. “I’m going to be a very good big spoon to you, Daddy.”
“I know you will.” He gave me another kiss, still soft, but then he licked and nibbled and used his tongue to stroke mine. When he finally released my lips, he pulled us both under the spray and held me tight. “Because you love me lots and lots and you’re a wonderful cuddler.”
Yes.
That was what was important.
Love and cuddles.
Chapter 24
Fraser
He was clearly trying to kill me, but I loved him enough that I’d die a happy if sexually frustrated Daddy.
The fact that he was hiding in such a cute headspace wasn’t exactly a surprise. The one and only time I’d tried to get him to discuss penetrative sex he’d nearly turned purple. I’d gotten about three words out of him before he’d asked me if he could give me kisses and then have apple juice.
That.
No.
Clean.
Then the adorably delivered offer of a blow job.
Yep, it hadn’t taken a rocket scientist to understand that whatever he’d done in the past hadn’t turned out like he’d expected. Nothing in his reaction said trauma, but he didn’t seem to have any desire to talk about it. The only concession he’d seemed willing to make as far as information went was to forward me a copy of his last negative test results once he’d decided he was safe from evil conversations.
But the big spoon, little spoon analogy worked fairly well.
He’d top but he hadn’t done it before.
He also wasn’t scared of topping me because he’d been hard as a rock just talking about it.
My best guess was that some moron had told him he was a boring bottom and that he’d done something wrong. Based on his dating history, it seemed to be the most likely reason he’d avoid it since he didn’t mind me teasing or penetrating him with my fingers.
Eventually we’d figure it out, but for the time being, his cock was a very good indicator of how he was feeling.
Bottom. No.
Top. Yes.
Well, as long as we didn’t have to talk about it beyond spoons and making me happy.