Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Daddy wants meat.
Hehehe.
“I’m not going to ask what that evil little snicker was about.” Daddy sighed. I laughed. I threw the ball. “Not nearly as innocent as you look.”
Sawyer coughed.
Sawyer blushed.
Sawyer innocent, not Ashton the big boy or cute boy.
Daddy looked suspicious. “I saw you giggling at the happy pup.”
Big happy pup.
Hahaha.
Oops.
Sawyer coughed.
Sawyer choked.
Jackson laughed. “You are as innocent as you think he is if that made you uncomfortable.”
Silly Master.
“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s the inside tail pup attention whore, not me, but that doesn’t make me a prude.”
Pup?
Daddy’s turn to cough. “You caught his attention with that one.”
Hmm.
Pup?
Caught the pup.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
“Okay patting the puppy and patting Sawyer’s lap? Yeah, I know what you’re asking and so does he…and so does the happy pup. Why don’t you let him escape and throw the ball or give him more rubs. He likes attention.”
Jackson the Master snickered.
Daddy sighed and his eyes went round and round. “Not like that.”
Hehehe.
Happy pup.
“Sorry.” Big smiles from Jackson the Master. “It was just funny.”
Daddy’s eyes went round and round again. “You are definitely not as vanilla as you look.”
Funny Daddy.
“Why does everyone always say that?” Pouting, Jackson the Master tried to frown at Sawyer. “Even your boss asked me if I knew I was dating two men.”
Hehehe.
Sawyer squirmed. “We’re not using him as a measure of what’s normal.”
Pat. Pat. Pat.
“See? Even Ashton agrees with me.” Sawyer pat-patted my head. “Oh. Sorry.”
Happy sounds from Daddy. “Don’t be. He didn’t mind. He might not talk in this headspace but he’s very expressive…and cuddly.”
Daddy sighed. “Let the pup escape, baby.”
No.
Cuddles for puppy.
My puppy.
Sawyer puppy.
Sawyer shy puppy?
Tired puppy.
Snuggle the puppy.
Pet the puppy.
Good helper.
Hug…hug…
****
“So that went fine, right?” Wishing I’d stayed little until we’d gotten out of the club, I tried not to squirm as we headed toward the front door. He’d taken my diaper off for the ride home and it didn’t feel right to wiggle without it. “Right? I’m not overthinking that? Or am I underthinking it?”
Should I have been more worried?
Micha raised one eyebrow and gave me his don’t be ridiculous look. “First of all, what’s the likelihood that I’ll actually tell you to worry more?”
“Twenty percent tops.” Conner popped out of nowhere like magic as we got to the main door that led to the foyer. “And that’s only if you absolutely have to.”
He could read Micha like a book.
“In this case, I can confidently say he doesn’t have to worry at all.” Micha seemed to be doing his best not to glare at Conner, but that was probably because he thought Conner might start me worrying again. “We had a good time playing with some friends Micha knew through work and there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Oh.” Conner studied both of us with long looks. “I must’ve missed that part. I just saw you playing and talking, but it’s good to know. Everything alright on that front?”
Unfortunately, he’d aimed that question at me and his firm expression said he wanted an answer or a safeword. “Yes. He’d already dropped a hint that he wasn’t as vanilla as I’d thought, so it was a surprise but it was fine.”
Him being a pup was a surprise too, but him not being a pup in the club most of the time was not.
“Very good.” Going back to glancing between both of us, Conner seemed content with my answer. “We do our best to protect everyone’s privacy and we vet our members as thoroughly as possible. If you have any issues with a member outside of the club, though, please come right to me. Your safety and comfort are my primary focus.”
So was he a switch?
Caretaker sub of some sort?
Wishing I was as confidently nosy as Micha, I nodded. “We appreciate that, but I don’t think there’s any problem. He’s a nice guy at work, and from what I remember of the conversations going on around me, he was fine with it tonight.”
Micha nodded, leaning over to kiss my head. “He was. He was more worried about upsetting you than anything else.”
“Two worriers do not make one healthy friendship, so keep an eye on them both.” That sternly delivered order was aimed at Micha. “What about the wet room? Did that go well?”
Thank God that was aimed at Micha too.
“Yes.” He seemed to think the question was perfectly reasonable. “It’s a beautiful room and those towels are amazing. The scene went very well too and it sparked some ideas about others we might like to explore. So thank you.”
Micha was a badass alpha shifter but his brain was usually so logical I couldn’t help wondering what kind of scenes he’d thought up.
“You’re very welcome and I’m glad someone finally appreciates my towels.” Huffing, Conner looked offended. “I know I did an incredible job on the woodwork, but it’s the small details that really matter in the long run.”