Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I took a deep breath and realized I had to talk to him. No agenda, no attempt to change his mind or…whatever. I just had to let him know that I was fully aware of what I’d done. He deserved to hear it.
I made eye contact with Jordan again, and he quirked an easy, soft smile.
God, he was fucking precious. And I wanted him in my life.
“Tonight threw me for a loop,” I admitted. Plus, it’d been a long, long day. “The last thing I want is to make a decision when my head’s fucked. It would be unfair to you—to everyone involved.”
His smile turned a little rueful. “I understand.”
“But I want to,” I added. “I wanna anchor myself to a possibility of us exploring something.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I rubbed my hands slowly up his arms. “So, for the sake of giving me something concrete to ponder, let’s not call them boundaries or limits. Let’s call it your vision. Tell me what you—and James—would like. What you dream about—and the part I would play.” I could tell I was giving him too many doors to choose between, so I circled back to what he’d brought up earlier. “Protection, for instance. I take it you’re not interested in using any.”
That seemed to make things easier for him. “I mean, they’re sort of in the way when you get off on breeding and creampies.”
Well, fuck.
That sure was something concrete to ponder.
I cleared my throat, figuring it was best we moved on real quick. “Fair enough. What kind of dynamic have you and James talked about? What would it look like?”
He leaned forward and planted his elbow on my shoulder, and he rested his cheek in his hand. “I don’t really know. I guess we’ve figured we could set a date for playtime and stuffs. But also, like, if you need a blow job at work and James is nearby, be an opportunist.”
I coughed on a chuckle.
He smirked a little. “We like you, Sir. And we noticed that once we started picturing you in our wildest fantasies, previous years of conjuring restrictions and thinking about boundaries—it all sort of faded. Because it’s about trust in the end, right? Like, before, we were saying that if we ever went down this road, playtime had to look a certain way in order to protect our relationship from conflict, misunderstandings, and potential jealousy.”
Fuck me, did that sound familiar or what. Nate and I had gone down that road too.
He shrugged with one shoulder. “We don’t feel the need for that anymore, is all. If we enter a dynamic with you, all kinds of play are on the table. We’d obviously discuss things at great length, but James and I are solid. I wouldn’t get hurt if you and he played on your own. He wouldn’t get hurt if you and I played, and so on. Because he and I still have our marriage.”
Something greater that was only theirs.
I inhaled through my nose and let it out slowly.
“I wish I’d had your confidence before Nate and I separated,” I murmured. “I was always too scared to risk anything.”
He hummed. “We were like that too, but it changed when we met you. Once you can put a face to the fantasy, it’s way easier. Our old fears faded. Like, I know I won’t have to worry about you running off with James. And vice versa. Lastly, you have kids. Hoo boy. God bless those little terrors or whatever, but we’re uncle material all the way. And we like having money.”
I had to laugh at the last part, ’cause fuck me running, did he have a point. Nothing drained your bank account like kids.
Not that I’d trade them for anything. James and Jordan wanted to see the world. Nate and I wanted to experience a corner of it with our four hellions.
“Nate and I used to talk about what our limits would look like the day we met a third.” I sighed. “We thought we knew exactly what it was gonna be like.”
We’d hammered out details for protection, that we had to be together every minute of the play, that Nate only bottomed for me, that we didn’t wanna spend the night with anyone…
It was naïve in retrospect—and a bit silly—but maybe it was something some people just had to go through.
“Sadists never know,” Jordan yawned.
Nice try.
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Time to make things even more personal.
“What about Daddies? Do they know?”
He sat up straighter in a flash, and his gorgeous blue eyes brimmed with hope.
“It depends. Most Daddies, not so much. But if you wanna be my Daddy, you know everything.”
Wow. Solid brat logic in action.
I kissed his nose. “I wanna be your Daddy. When I can fill those shoes. And those last words are important.”