Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Kissing his cheek as I wrapped him in my arms, I chuckled. “For dinner?”
Shaking his head, he curled into me. “For all of it. Being patient and not thinking this was too much drama?”
“Nothing you do is drama, pup.” I gave him a teasing sigh. “But you are a bit high maintenance. That’s a little unexpected.”
Laughing, he tried to shake his head. “No, I’m very easygoing and boring.”
“Maybe the old Bishop was that way, but Leashes & Lace seems to be contagious because I did not meet a boring pup.” His giggle said he agreed. “I met a fascinating, feisty pup who’s a complicated person…and I like that much better than boring.”
“Much better?” His flirty tone said he was aiming to shift the conversation…but I wasn’t sure we had time for that at the moment.
Stroking my hands down his back, I nibbled on his neck and let him feel my desire. “Yes, pup.”
Squeezing his ass, I smiled as he let out a low moan. “I really like interesting…and I think that should be rewarded.”
Sucking in a breath, he pressed tighter against me. “I like rewards, Sir.”
I bet he did.
But I gave his ass a tap, chuckling as he huffed. “But first we need to make reservations and plan out our evening.”
Because what if dinner went great?
Then what?
I was starting to think that the most stressful outcome wasn’t the evening going badly…what happened if dinner went well?
When had my life gotten this complicated?
Would it be unreasonable to blame Eli?
Chapter 22
Ian
What was the right way to address my Daddy’s Dom?
Shit.
What was I supposed to call him?
I probably should’ve thought about that before walking up to them in the parking lot, but clearly advanced planning wasn’t my strong suit.
Neither was advanced panicking…because it wasn’t until I saw Cohen standing by Bishop and watching me so intently that my stomach started to churn.
Shit.
I was going to have dinner with Cohen.
He really was gay.
“Hi.” I was fighting the urge to fidget or ramble, so I made sure to keep my greeting simple.
Bishop of course was very Bishopy.
He beamed and stepped away from his Dom to hug me tight and even kissed my head, not hiding our relationship at all. “They have wonderful desserts, so my bribe is complete…for now.”
He gave me a teasing wink as he stepped back, nearly giggling as I groaned. “I’m trying to make a good impression. Don’t do that.”
Cohen laughed, not fazed by Bishop in the slightest. “I don’t think he can help himself.”
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and stood straighter. “He just likes stirring…stuff up.”
That sentence didn’t sound right without shit, but I knew better than to throw it in. Bishop hadn’t missed it, though. He nodded, and for a second, playful Bishop was gone and Daddy Bishop was standing in front of me. “Good boy.”
Cohen didn’t miss the change either, so I knew it wasn’t just in my head. He simply studied his pup curiously. I waited for some kind of reaction from him, but he just smiled at Bishop like he was proud of him.
It was…I didn’t have the words to explain it, but there was no beating his chest and needing to be the biggest Dom or even mild frustration that his boy wasn’t just his sub.
No, Cohen was different.
Smiling wider, Cohen nodded. “He does. He can’t seem to help it, though, so we’re going to call it genetic.”
I laughed and loved being able to agree with Cohen as Bishop pretended to huff. “I think so too.”
But could he be punished for it?
Would it be weird if I asked?
Was it not my place?
Was it weird that I wanted to giggle with Cohen and tease Bishop?
God, the questions just kept coming.
“Come on, you two.” Bishop gave us both a mock frown. “I think we’re going to need a rule about not ganging up on the cute pup.”
Or the sexy Daddy?
Yep, more questions.
“We were ganging up on the sexy Daddy, not the cute pup. There’s a difference.” Cohen shrugged. “Sorry.”
Bishop wanted to laugh, I could see the delight in his eyes, but he shook his head. “Nope, not agreeing to that yet until we set down some better ground rules.”
Like what?
Nope.
I wasn’t going to ask.
This was about…well, I was going to be well-behaved and not weird until I figured out exactly what this was about. Because no matter what Bishop said, this was not about testing and shit like that. Nope, Daddy had something else on his mind, but guessing would make me nervous, so I went back to ignoring it.
“Ground rules, huh?” Cohen’s sexy look was pure Dom, and the wicked grin on his face sent a shiver through me that I did my best to hide. “We’ll have to see about that.”
It was a very Dom statement, but Bishop didn’t seem to mind the not-so-veiled reference to his Dom taking control.