Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Ready.” I loved presents and surprises and rewards and attention. Even more than Terrence. “I was very good.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my head as he made the bed wiggle. “You were very good. Okay, you can look.”
Whew.
Oh.
“You made me fancy, Daddy.”
Best. Daddy. Ever.
Chapter 18
Bastian
Well, at least I knew he liked the clothes on the top of the pile?
“Yes, you’re going to be fancy and handsome and cute.” Setting the stack of clothes and diapers beside him on the bed, I showed him what I’d found. “You have car shirts and truck shirts for when my Trippy is a little who wants to play, and when he’s a little who wants bottle and cuddle time, we’ve got some onesies and socks that match too.”
I’d spread the age range out because his seemed to vary greatly, so I was glad when he smiled and started picking up different options. “Look.”
His grin was ear to ear as he held up pajamas with buttons for easy access to a diaper. “I got diaper jammies.”
Clearly he’d seen those online somewhere.
Orlando was excited about that but his attention quickly shifted to another pair that were a matching shorts and T-shirt combo. “And play jammies too.”
Since they were a hit as well, I pointed out the thicker training-pants-style undies that could go with them. “And now you’ve got new undies too.”
“Lots.” He picked up a more traditional pair of briefs that had cars on them. “I got lots.”
It was amazing what colors and patterns men’s underwear came in lately. Half of the ones on the bed weren’t even from a specialty little store. But considering the questionable logic in how he was raised, I was betting he hadn’t bought fun undies for his grown-up side in a very long time.
“Because they were cute.” I shrugged when he giggled. “I had to buy lots.”
Orlando nodded and kept sorting through his loot making excited sounds as he organized them, but I knew something interesting was brewing when he kept giving me sneaky glances that weren’t subtle at all.
Even for him.
“Jammies mean sleep time.” He mirrored my shrug like there was nothing he could do about the logic. “I can’t go home in jammies. We got neighbors.”
Who seemed to be hanging out their windows a lot more than average lately.
“You’re right. If you go home in jammies someone will call your mother.” Or mine and she wouldn’t know what the fuck was going on because my family was nowhere near as nosy as his. “So if you wear jammies, we’ll need to have a sleepover.”
I was already getting some questionable text messages from people I hadn’t talked to in months, so something was up and we weren’t going to add fuel to the fire.
His snicker was adorable and slightly evil. “Oh well. I like sleepovers. You can make me pancakes. I like pancakes, but when I flip they go flop.”
His pouty face said flopping was bad, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. “I can make pancakes tomorrow.”
Orlando’s beaming smile came back as he sat up on his knees, towel falling to the bed without a care. “And we’ll have our inside stuff talk. Is that before pancakes or after?”
Lord.
“I’m flexible on that.” And clearly couldn’t get away with giving him more time to change his mind. “But I’m going to warn you now, I’m going to worry about rushing you.”
His evil villain snicker said that wasn’t unexpected. “Daddies worry.”
Something about my slightly disgruntled expression had him laughing so hard he tipped over on the bed. “Daddy face. So funny.”
I was not so funny…and what was a Daddy face?
Cheeky brat.
But he was a cheeky brat who wasn’t distracted for long.
Scrambling back up on his knees, his cock now half-hard again as his inside talk seemed to get more interesting to him, Orlando kissed my cheek. “No worries, Daddy. I got toys. I like inside games. My inside toy just needed to wait for my Daddy. You.”
He was really starting to test my resolve on the whole wait a while thing.
“I will try not to worry as much.” Or think about exactly what he’d been doing with his inside toy. “I’m glad you know you like playing that way, though. Some people don’t and that’s okay.”
He’d indicated yes to being penetrated when we’d been going over our list, but I’d picked one that was very light on that subject for a reason. I’d thought we’d go slower, but at the very least, Trippy didn’t need us to do that.
We’d see what Orlando felt like when he was grown-up…whenever we got to that point.
“I do.” Wiggling excitedly, he reached down and gave his cock a tug before going back to mostly ignoring it. “You said you like your inside toy too.”
His memory for that list was amazing.
“Yes, I like playing that way, so we’ll need to have a longer conversation about that before we’re ready for that kind of happy time.” Mostly because while he’d talked about having me penetrate him, we hadn’t talked about the opposite way yet.