Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He was?
I must’ve given that away somehow because Austin gave me a look like he thought I was stupid before glancing down at Dessie’s lap. “Yep. Turned on.”
He was so uncouth sometimes.
Dessie was tipsy enough to giggle again, though, so he didn’t mind. “He’s so sweet and so big, Austin. He’s nice and he flirts so good. He didn’t even tell me I was weird.”
If he and I didn’t work out, we were going to have a talk about his standards being too low.
But only if we didn’t work out…because I liked his standards the way they were for the time being.
By the time he turned back to Dessie, Austin’s expression hadn’t brightened. “What if he panics and safewords?”
Oh yes. I was supposed to do that too.
Dessie looked like he wanted to pout but he took the crazy conversation seriously. “Then we stop and I tell him he did a good job for safewording. I ask if he needs some physical space and then we talk about what happened.”
Fascinating.
“That’s right.” Narrowing his gaze again and bouncing it between the two of us, he didn’t look pleased with the situation. “And if something goes wrong the first time, neither of you are allowed to get dramatic about it forever and think it’s your fault the world ended.”
The look on Austin’s face said he didn’t have a lot of faith in either of us. “I’m hoping hormones override worries, but don’t make me hold your hand about this forever. If shit goes wrong, we deal with it and you try again later.”
He gave the strangest pep talks.
“Yes, Austin.” Dessie answered him in the sweetest tone that almost made me forget what we’d been talking about. “I’ll remember and I’ll be good.”
Littles were very interesting.
I’d never dated anyone who could sound that sweet over very adult topics.
But when Austin aimed his glare at me again, I just snorted. “I’m not going to promise to be good or to remember. We all know I’m going to be the problem here.”
There was no point in lying about that.
“I’m starting to think you’re too sober for this.” Throwing his arms up, Austin gave in quickly, though. “Fine. I will approve the move to privacy, but both of you need to remember that honesty is the only way this is going to work.”
Pointing his finger and gesturing between us, Austin looked fed up with both of us. “If you lie about shit, there won’t end up being orgasms or a second date.”
As he whirled around and stalked back into the main house, Dessie turned to me. “I think he’s just a little bit worried.”
Oh yes.
“There’s nothing for him to be this worked up about.” I was hoping that if I said it enough, it would end up being true, but Dessie’s skeptical expression said he wasn’t going to agree with me.
“Okay.” Nodding slowly, he paused and blinked. “If I call you Daddy, are you going to worry?”
“No, but I might get turned on.” My answer made him giggle and his gaze dropped lower, but my lap was still hidden by the table. “I’m going to take Austin’s honesty lecture to heart.”
Barely holding back another laugh, Dessie hopped up from the table and held out his hand. “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s go…let’s go have privacy.”
I wasn’t sure if he was still worried about being careful with me or if he just didn’t know what we were going to do, but either way, I took his hand. “Yes, let’s go have privacy.”
This was going to be interesting.
Chapter 6
Dessie
Just a tiny sip.
Had to stay big.
Had to stay just happy silly or Tyson was going to worry.
“You do not look as innocent as you think you do.” Tyson gave me a side-eye that made me want to laugh again. “You look almost Austin-level naughty.”
The giggle escaped.
Oops.
He rolled his eyes but opened the door to the pool house and let me walk in first. “Naughty boy.”
Tyson’s gruff tone was doing wicked things to me without him realizing it, but it was the way his eyes were twinkling that made me want to jump on him again. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Not really but I liked saying it.
And judging by the quiet sound he made, almost a moan, he liked hearing it.
“I’m not sure you are, but we’ll see.” Being gruff seemed to make him feel more confident and he even squeezed my hand as he led us over to the couch, barely glancing at the rest of the room or the mural on the wall.
Daddy Tyson was just looking at me…very suspiciously. “I wonder what Austin would say about you being so naughty already.”
That I was pushing my luck, probably.
“He’s always naughty.” That was a much better answer, though, and I even gave Daddy Tyson wide eyes so I looked cute. “I’m not that naughty, though, Daddy.”