Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Does a good Daddy help get toys out and have playtime?” His eager nod made me chuckle, but he wasn’t ready to move yet.
“Good Daddies give cuddles and hugs and kisses and pats.” His giggle said he thought he was being devious.
The only choice was to play along so I cocked my head. “Where does he pat?”
Yep.
His wicked grin was accompanied by an adorably naughty giggle. “Daddies give head pats and butt pats and back pats. They just pat.”
Butt pats, huh?
Taking the not-so-subtle clue, I frowned again and patted randomly over him, starting with his head and eventually giving his bottom a pat before working my way up again. “Like that?”
Playing dumb had more giggles spilling out of him but he nodded. “Yes, pats.”
Cuddles seemed necessary too, so with his current headspace, I opened my arms. “Come here. Sit with me.”
“Yay.” He scrambled up, planting his upper body on my lap and curling his lower body around me as much as he could. “That’s better. Good boy, Daddy.”
My scoff and glare got another round of giggles out of him. “Good Daddy.”
He thought that was hilarious, but his wiggles resumed my torture, just in a fun new way. “Good Daddy.”
Repeating it between rounds of laughter, he got it out a few more times before he settled back on my lap. He looked content and much more relaxed as he reached up and started petting my chest, still in his little headspace. “Do good Daddies give lots of Daddy time or tiny Daddy time?”
What exactly was he asking?
Slightly frustrated I hadn’t just chased the waiter off so we could’ve had our conversation when he was big, I shrugged. “I like lots of Daddy time, but you get a say too. I’ll remember that most of the time.”
His snicker had me rolling my eyes. “Lots of Daddy time, lots of control time.”
And?
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” I shrugged again, not worried about it given how funny he thought it was. “If I want to see my boy every day, that’s fine. If I want to give him a bath every night, that’s fine. If I want to tuck him into bed every night, that’s fine.”
“That’s fine.” Bobbing his head from side to side, he pretended to be me. “If I want to kiss my boy every day, that’s fine.”
“Yep.” And since he gave me a good opening, I went back to our previous topic. “Which is why I need my boy’s limits. So I know how much kisses he wants every day and if he wants spankings or bottles or naughty bubble time.”
Was there a polite way to ask about orgasms?
He was wiggly enough and eager enough I thought that was something we needed to address sooner rather than later.
The wicked snicker he let out wasn’t technically a clear response, but the way he hid his face against my stomach, gave me some clues. “Naughty Daddy.”
Maybe?
“Helpful Daddy.” Yes, that was a much better way to describe it. “My boy likes cuddling, that’s fine.”
Giggling out “that’s fine,” he did his best to press even closer into me. “Your boy likes cuddling, Daddy.”
Talking around limits conversations with him was either cute or frustrating…I couldn’t decide.
“I’m glad my boy likes cuddling.” Since that was a point we kept coming back to, I went back to stroking his head and slowly shifted to making long strokes down his back and over his ass to his legs. I mostly kept to the side of his body, but since nothing seemed to be out of bounds, I ran my hands over as much of him as I could. “Cuddling is important to me too.”
The one downside was that it was way too relaxing and both of us ended up yawning as I kept up the slow, almost hypnotic touch. “Cuddling makes Daddies and boys happy.”
Or it least it did for both of us.
Gary’s frustrated rambling about no one getting enough physical affection once they went to college came back to me and finally hit close enough to home for me to get what he was saying. We were all fucking touch starved until we found our person, which probably explained all the stupid decisions we made.
“We’re going to have lots of cuddle time.” And hopefully be able to stay more awake next time…because Chipmunk was out and I wasn’t going to be far behind.
Chapter 10
Teddy
“Open your eyes, cheater.” Levi was trying to sound stern but I could hear him trying not to laugh. “You can’t pretend to be asleep. We’re at the need to have conversations point.”
Maybe…especially since my cheek seemed to be resting on his erection.
Did he walk around hard all the time?
I had a distinct memory of feeling him hard under me when I was cuddling with him earlier before our unexpected nap.
“No, thank you.” I was fairly certain we could put it off for a while if I could go back to sleep for longer. “I’m still tired.”