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)
Wait.
“Don’t change the subject.” I was as easily distractable as he was tonight. “You don’t consider little time or pup time to be scenes?”
“No.” He was doing his best not to look at me like I was a moron, but he needed to work on his expressions. “You’re not doing anything to me and his Master wasn’t doing anything to him. Well, I was feeding him cookies, but that can’t be what makes a scene, otherwise dinner would be kinky.”
God.
No. I wasn’t even going to go down that mental rabbit hole.
“Well—”
“No.” I wasn’t going to let him go down that rabbit hole either. “We’re staying on point so I don’t give myself an ulcer.”
“Okay.” Ashton leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I think you need food, though.”
“It’s not my blood sugar. I’m trying to make sure I didn’t fuck something up when I let you nap with Sawyer’s partner.” He just blinked at me. “What? Why are you just staring at me?”
The brat reached up and stroked my head before going back to holding my hand. “Maybe I should drive. You’re confused.”
For fuck’s sake.
I was not confused or as fragile as he seemed to think.
“Why am I confused?” Relaxing back in the seat, I decided worrying was not helping and to just do my best to sort through how he saw the situation.
His way was much easier and my stomach thought that was a good idea.
“Because I didn’t nap with Sawyer’s partner.” Ashton clearly thought that was ridiculous. “Little me napped with the pup. I’m really sure someone said he was tired. I was helping.”
Of course he was.
“So you get a reward for that later, huh?” His nod was expected and yet still insane. “Okay, I’ll remember that, but we’ll probably do good boy rewards tomorrow. I think we’re both too tired for that tonight.”
Whatever it ended up looking like.
“That sounds like a good plan.” He looked down at his lap and frowned. “My dick is still worn out and even a dry orgasm doesn’t sound like fun.”
Chuckling, I forced the last of my half-baked worries out of my head. “That would probably be a punishment, not a reward.”
The shudder that raced through him as he frowned said he agreed with me. “Yeah, and I was a good boy. I shared and I was helpful and I played with the pup. I get rewards.”
“Deal.” We still had a few things we needed to go over, though, before he could distract me and decided for God only knew what reason that he shouldn’t have to talk. “Tomorrow afternoon we’re going to sit down and hammer out what we think scenes are and we’re going to talk about how our views on that other person thing have changed.”
Now he was the one frowning at me. “What do you mean?”
We clearly didn’t overthink about the same things.
But explaining what I was overthinking about wouldn’t help the situation, so we needed an example. A kinky example where someone else would end up in a scene with us. My imagination was not good enough for our current discussion.
“What if…what if…Conner had needed to help with a scene?” Ashton had liked him so he felt like a safe option, and the way Ashton just absentmindedly nodded said I’d picked right. “Say…say we needed him to pretend to be a villain or some kind of dirty lawyer. Would him poking your dick or threatening to sell you to me as a sex slave be including another sub in a scene?”
Or Dom or switch or whatever he was.
“I don’t want him to pee on me.” Ashton’s mind had taken an interesting new direction but it was technically relevant. Still, I was glad when he didn’t stop there. “But if he was the evil lawyer and needed to poke my dick or punish me while you decided if you were going to buy me, he would just be being helpful. So no. That wouldn’t count.”
Sometimes I wasn’t sure we were living on the same planet.
Was helpful the deciding factor in who could join a scene and who couldn’t?
What book had he gotten that logic from?
It was definitely some squirrely author’s definition to justify book shenanigans, but there was no way to understand it without seeing the original conversational context.
And how dirty the book had gotten.
“What were you picturing when we made that rule then? Or what are you picturing now?” Because it wasn’t what I’d been picturing.
I really needed to figure out which book it’d come from.
“Um…that’s a good question. How would I define that?” Leaning back in his seat, he frowned thoughtfully like he was getting ready to explain a work problem that he couldn’t figure out. “Fucking someone. But that’s obvious. Um. Either of us. Still obvious. You definitely shouldn’t be giving anyone else a bottle. I mean. Fucking hell. That would just be. No. We’re not doing that.”