Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Oh…I finally understood. It was what Abel had talked about. Pain wasn’t always what we wanted, but sometimes it was what we needed.
“Thank you for explaining to me,” I murmured. “It makes sense now.”
“That’s my job. And I love it. And I love you.” He dipped down and growled playfully against my cheek. “I can’t wait to explore all this with you. You’ve been keeping a lot of trauma and emotions locked up, so we’ll be careful. How does that sound?”
I nodded thoughtfully. “I saw a grief counselor after Mom and Dad died, but I guess I’m still sad sometimes.”
“Understandable.” He touched my cheek. “These things come and go, Kit. Nothin’ weird about that. Only difference now is you got two sets of shoulders to cry on, and we’ll be there for anything.”
I hugged him super-duper hard and closed my eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”
He let out a long breath and pressed his lips to the top of my head. “We’re gonna have all the fun together. And you know what the biggest bonus is?”
I shook my head and looked up curiously.
“The way you regress after you’ve suffered,” he murmured. “That’s twenty pounds of control and worries you just forked over to your Daddies, where it belongs. Adulting builds up pressure, and now I have the best way to relieve it for you.”
I snickered. “You said adulting.”
He smirked. “Somethin’ wrong with that?”
“You’re not the type, is all.” I put on my best Southern accent and tried to make my voice deeper to sound like Colt. “They keep raisin’ them fuckin’ taxes—did y’all see the price of gas this week? Where’s m’chaw? I forgot my goddamn password to this goddamn computer machine.”
Daddy’s eyes lit up with laughter. “You fuckin’ brat. I’ll have you know I even write ‘LOL’ in texts sometimes.”
I laughed so hard. “That’s another thing you curse at all the time. Your phone!”
“Because the damn buttons are too small!” He failed to hide his amusement, and I sure wasn’t trying to stop my own amusement. I was laughing like silly. “Okay, that’s enough outta you, young squirt. Luke promised you ice cream. Then you’re brushin’ your teeth and marchin’ straight to bed.”
* * *
“I don’t wanna wake up yet,” I mumbled sleepily around…oh. My thumb. Huh. Whatever, I liked it. I snuggled farther into Colt’s arms and waited for sleep to claim me again.
“Our beautiful boy.” Lucas trailed kisses along my shoulder and pressed his morning wood against my bottom. “Colt, wake up.”
“Mmm…” Colt stirred in his sleep. “What,” he uttered groggily. “Jesus Christ.”
“No, be quiet,” I whined softly.
“I had to take a picture of you two,” Lucas whispered. He pushed down the duvet and brushed his hand over my crotch. “My boy sucking on his thumb, lying on my man’s chest.”
Colt hummed. “Kiss me, darlin’.”
Why did they not want to sleep? That’s what I wanted to know.
Lucas crawled over me and dropped an unhurried, sensual kiss on Colt’s lips, and he never stopped fondling my cock. It was becoming distracting.
Eventually, Lucas rolled me gently onto my back, and he kissed his way down my body. A slow shiver traveled down my spine as he sucked my soft cock into his mouth. My thumb slipped out from between my lips, and I sighed in pleasure. Then I stretched out and yawned and patted Daddy on the head.
“I like it when you suck on me, Daddy.”
Colt made another humming sound and withdrew his arm from under my head. “Well, I’m certainly up now. Kit, you know what I think?”
I blinked drowsily. “What?”
“I think you’d like fucking your Daddy too.”
“Oh,” I mouthed.
Lucas crawled up over me, dropping openmouthed kisses on his way, until he reached the spot below my ear. “Daddy would like that very much, in fact.”
“Okay,” I breathed out. Excitement swirled up a storm within me, and I turned to Colt. “Will you help me, please? I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Of course I will.” Colt leaned in for a quick kiss before getting out of bed. His back showed scratch marks from last night. I didn’t know whether to find them incredibly hot or…no, I truly did. But I also felt bad. Slightly. “You can go however hard you like, and you don’t have to stop until you come.”
I loved the sound of that, and I got up on my knees and smiled at Lucas. “Are you also excited, Daddy?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe, little one.” He met me on all fours and kissed me deeply, his tongue mingling with mine. “How do you want me?”
“Like this, please.” I nodded and stared at him hungrily. My cock was getting harder by the second, and I stroked myself as he positioned himself more in the middle of the bed.
Colt helped me lots. Once I was behind Lucas, Colt helped me with the oil, showing me how to guide two wet fingers inside and get Daddy’s ass ready. Then he stroked some oil over my cock too, and I really liked that part because it felt so nice.