Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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.
I kept expecting him to get weird about being my Daddy and Cohen’s sub, but he seemed to take everything in stride.
“Rules can be fun.” Bishop aimed his flirty smile in my direction and I found myself blushing even though I was trying not to. “Some rules are just more fun than others.”'
Cohen laughed, shaking his head. “Naughty pup. Let’s go eat before we get too distracted out here and cause a scene.”
What kind of scene?
How distracted?
Distracted with me or just them?
Just them, right?
Oh, would that mean I got to watch?
I mean, Bishop said Cohen wasn’t shy and didn’t have an issue with sharing the intimate side of their relationship with me…but how far was Cohen imagining?
Fuck.
This was all in my head.
“But a scene could be fun, Sir.” Bishop’s sexy tone as he flirted with his Master said maybe it wasn’t all in my head.
Maybe?
Shit.
They both turned and looked at me. The submissive flirty vibe Bishop had been giving off was gone as two Doms now stood looking at me.
“But you’re right. A public parking lot isn’t the right place for something like that.” Bishop’s sexy, deep voice went right through me as his wicked confidence made me want to throw myself at him. “And I did promise Ian dessert.”
Oh, my rewards.
Oh, fuck, rewards.
Plural.
Had he told Cohen about that?
Swallowing, I tried not to gawk at Cohen as the sexy Dom studied me. “Yes, dessert. I’m not going to forget.”
The faint smirk that flashed over Cohen’s lips said Bishop hadn’t hidden my other demand. “Yes, sweet rewards shouldn’t be forgotten.”
Oh God, he’d told him.
Fuck.
Right?
I meant, not telling him exactly, but just him knowing…I was supposed to be…something, right?
Fuck.
My brains were mush.
Nodding, because that was the only thing I could think of to do, I licked my lips. “But only if it’s okay with…you both, I guess?”
God, I was such an idiot.
Before I could change the subject, they both took a step forward and Bishop reached out to take my hand. As he squeezed it, Cohen nodded. “Yes, it’s okay.”
Relaxing, I tried to look calm and confident, but I wasn’t sure it worked when Cohen inched forward again and ran a hand over my head. The gentle strength in his hand made me feel something it shouldn’t have, but with Bishop right there with us, I didn’t worry.
Daddy was more than capable of pointing out something he didn’t like.
“Desserts are wonderful things, but we’re not all going to be hungry at the same time, so we’re not going to worry about keeping it equal.” Cohen looked between Bishop and me, gauging our reactions as he tested the water. “It’s about everyone getting what they need.”
It wasn’t until they both turned to study me with their sexy stares that I realized I was nodding. Going still under their gaze, I tried to figure out where all the moisture in my mouth had gone.
I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, but Bishop’s smile said he wasn’t worried. “And tonight we’re going to talk about making sure everyone gets what they need…and we’ll discuss Ian’s dessert…because I haven’t forgotten that.”