Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Technically yes.
“I was worried about leering at my naked boy but you kept waving your bottom around.” My grumbling just got more snickers from him, so it was obvious he knew what I was feeling.
“You like worrying.” My boy shrugged as he finally stopped giggling. “I was being helpful.”
He was being silly and sneaky based on what I was feeling through the bond. “I’m not sure distracting Daddy while he’s trying to read about dragon adventures counts as being helpful.”
Cute. Yes.
Helpful. No.
Instead of arguing about what constituted helpful, he got a suspiciously innocent look on his face and clamped down the bond tight. That wasn’t anything I needed to be concerned about. Nope. Nothing to worry about…even the way he wasn’t chattering to himself about Oreos any longer.
“What are you thinking, baby?” I wasn’t sure if I looked innocent enough, but I tried not to notice his half-hard cock going full mast as I danced my fingers up the middle of his chest…not tickling but not caressing either. “Do you need another snack?”
Well, that was tempting but I knew he was working out something devious when he shook his head.
“Do you need a drink?” The milk had probably been out too long to consume even if he didn’t mind the cookie bits floating around, but we had water that tasted like water if he was thirsty.
Nope.
He shook his head again.
“I was thinking about being helpful, Daddy.” His sweet tone made it almost believable, but he rolled over and rubbed his face on my lap before he sat up.
And spread his knees wide for me.
Nothing suspicious about that…just a cute sub with a sexy hard-on who was giving his Daddy wide eyes.
“How would my boy like to be helpful?” The bond was too tight for him to see all the grown-up ideas flashing through my imagination but I didn’t want to push him one way or the other. He had a plan and I didn’t want to accidentally fuck it up.
“Kisses, Daddy.” His sweet look sent a shiver through me and took the last of my control over my dick away.
I’d done my best to ignore it and keep it from begging for his attention but that clearly wasn’t Klynn’s plan.
“I like your kisses.” Pretending to misunderstand, I leaned forward and gave him my cheek. It got a giggle from him and he shook his head. “Oh, do you want to kiss somewhere else?”
Giving him exaggerated pucker lips, I did my best to look confused when he snickered and shook his head. “I don’t know what the problem is. Do you want my other cheek?”
As I started to turn my head, he laughed and fell on my lap, knocking me backward. “You’re so silly.”
Me?
“How am I silly?” Stroking his head which had ended up resting on my chest, I couldn’t help wondering when it would be okay for me to notice how naked he still was. “I’m just a confused Daddy.”
That was funny too but didn’t deter him from his plan. My naughty cutie inched lower down my body, probably thinking he was being wonderfully subtle. “Mates can give kisses lots of place.”
My dick was hoping we were reading the situation right, but I nodded and tried to continue to ignore my lower drama queen. “That’s right. We’re mates and I’m your Daddy, so you can kiss me anywhere. But you’re getting very far away from my cheek.”
Frowning, I did my best not to notice his snickers as he finally ended up with his head hovering right over my lap. “You’re going the wrong direction.”
Doing his best to control his laughter, his shoulders shook a few times as he seemed to be trying to look serious. “I can kiss other places, Daddy. Both heads can have kisses.”
He was adorable.
I wasn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, but he thought me playing dumb was hilarious, so I stuck with that. “I have two heads? Are you sure you can kiss them both?”
It was official…I was the funniest Daddy on either planet.
He could barely breathe, but he nodded and eventually swallowed back more punch-drunk giggles until he could talk. “Yes…I’ll…I’ll show you. I’m a good…a good helper.”
We were going to have to talk about his use of that word because I was pretty sure romance novels or the other littles on the other side of the gate had given him some confusion about how it was supposed to be used.
“Okay. What do we need to do for you to show me?” My ridiculous question had him barely holding back more giggles and trying to project seriousness.
Klynn the grown-up would’ve done an incredible job of being serious because he was generally very serious. Klynn the little was a whole different story. My boy was giggly and full of nothing but silliness and teasing.
This side was everything he’d never been able to explore before so it was exploding out. I couldn’t fix the past but I could give him a space to explore going forward. We’d just have to see what kind of little side he settled into eventually.