in a rewarding mood later." Daddy winks, then takes off with a chuckling Cade.
That leaves Dylan and me, surrounded by solid wood, thick velvet, and leather. The small spotlights attached to the wooden posts are dimmed low, so it's not very bright.
"Are you in love with Mr. Kingsley yet?" I get comfortable in my corner and twirl a lock of hair around my finger. "If you say no like you did this weekend, I will call you a liar."
Dylan snickers and pulls up his legs, his arms wrapped around his knees. "Then maybe it's best I don ’t speak at all." Just a hint of a drawl. He's a Texas boy, but he grew up mostly on the East Coast. "Not everyone is looking for love, sugar." He reaches forward and tugs on a pigtail.
I scowl and smooth down my hair. "But you are. I know so." I've seen it—the way he's lusted after Cade. "Do you deny it?" I jut out my chin.
He hesitates and glances over at the opening—maybe to make sure Cade and Daddy aren't about to return yet. "It's complicated." Dylan's mouth twists into a small grimace, but he's quick to hide it. " I don’t wanna pressure him, you know? When we went out, it was all kinda casual, and if anything, he was more interested in my limits than my hobbies."
My brows knit together as I remember Daddy telling me about Cade's former Little—who was a girl. She hadn't been truthful, so maybe that’s why he is focusing on Dylan's limits right now, to make sure they fit together. And I tell Dylan this, but he seems doubtful.
Unfortunately, we have to stop there, because Daddy and Cade enter the booth, talking about sports or…I don’t know. I hear "game" and "bet" and "you're on" before I tune out.
"One Sprite for my baby." Daddy sits down and slides my soda with crushed ice toward me, and I thank him with a big smooch. Then I climb up on his lap to snuggle. "In that mood, huh?" The left corner of his mouth quirks up.
Nodding, I bring my Sprite close and take a sip through the straw.
For a few minutes, Daddy and Cade resume talking about boring stuff, so that’s the perfect time for me to study Cade with Dylan. But I don’t know what he's so worried about; Cade seems aware of Dylan's every move. There's also a sense of contentment in Cade's eyes that wasn't there before.
"Time to move the table?" Cade asks a while later.
I get confuzzled, but Daddy just nods, and then the two men push the glossy black table toward the draped exit. I didn’t even know you could move it at all! In the end, half the table is sticking out, with the velvet drapes bunching up on the tabletop. It has left some space for us in the middle, yet it's still secluded and intimate.
"What're we gonna do, Daddy?" I wonder, playing with his tie.
"We're going to play a game." His voice has become a little huskier now, and that makes my pussy wake up. "You wanted to scene with Cade and Dylan, didn’t you?"
My mouth forms an "o" and my cheeks flame red. Peeking over at Cade and Dylan, my blush intensifies at the sight of them kissing. I get all squirmy on Daddy's lap, and even more so when his hands slide up my thighs.
His words are soft and lust-filled as he shifts my pigtails forward and kisses my neck. "Cade and I have a little bet going on." A nip. I let out a shaky breath. " He's under the impression that he has better stamina than I do."
"Oh." I clutc h my tummy, getting all fluttery inside. My eyes flick between Daddy and Cade, both so different, though right now they have plenty in common, too. Mainly lust. The hunger in their eyes is palpable.
Cade tugs off his T-shirt and murmurs to his baby boy . He palms Dylan's cheek, and under his predatory gaze, he has Dylan reverting to a younger version of himself right before our eyes.
It's beautiful.
They're like night and day. Cade with his tattoos and piercings, a natural tan, and a body that reveals his fifteen or so years in construction. Dylan with his lean build, not a mark in sight, and innocence and youth written across his
That leaves Dylan and me, surrounded by solid wood, thick velvet, and leather. The small spotlights attached to the wooden posts are dimmed low, so it's not very bright.
"Are you in love with Mr. Kingsley yet?" I get comfortable in my corner and twirl a lock of hair around my finger. "If you say no like you did this weekend, I will call you a liar."
Dylan snickers and pulls up his legs, his arms wrapped around his knees. "Then maybe it's best I don ’t speak at all." Just a hint of a drawl. He's a Texas boy, but he grew up mostly on the East Coast. "Not everyone is looking for love, sugar." He reaches forward and tugs on a pigtail.
I scowl and smooth down my hair. "But you are. I know so." I've seen it—the way he's lusted after Cade. "Do you deny it?" I jut out my chin.
He hesitates and glances over at the opening—maybe to make sure Cade and Daddy aren't about to return yet. "It's complicated." Dylan's mouth twists into a small grimace, but he's quick to hide it. " I don’t wanna pressure him, you know? When we went out, it was all kinda casual, and if anything, he was more interested in my limits than my hobbies."
My brows knit together as I remember Daddy telling me about Cade's former Little—who was a girl. She hadn't been truthful, so maybe that’s why he is focusing on Dylan's limits right now, to make sure they fit together. And I tell Dylan this, but he seems doubtful.
Unfortunately, we have to stop there, because Daddy and Cade enter the booth, talking about sports or…I don’t know. I hear "game" and "bet" and "you're on" before I tune out.
"One Sprite for my baby." Daddy sits down and slides my soda with crushed ice toward me, and I thank him with a big smooch. Then I climb up on his lap to snuggle. "In that mood, huh?" The left corner of his mouth quirks up.
Nodding, I bring my Sprite close and take a sip through the straw.
For a few minutes, Daddy and Cade resume talking about boring stuff, so that’s the perfect time for me to study Cade with Dylan. But I don’t know what he's so worried about; Cade seems aware of Dylan's every move. There's also a sense of contentment in Cade's eyes that wasn't there before.
"Time to move the table?" Cade asks a while later.
I get confuzzled, but Daddy just nods, and then the two men push the glossy black table toward the draped exit. I didn’t even know you could move it at all! In the end, half the table is sticking out, with the velvet drapes bunching up on the tabletop. It has left some space for us in the middle, yet it's still secluded and intimate.
"What're we gonna do, Daddy?" I wonder, playing with his tie.
"We're going to play a game." His voice has become a little huskier now, and that makes my pussy wake up. "You wanted to scene with Cade and Dylan, didn’t you?"
My mouth forms an "o" and my cheeks flame red. Peeking over at Cade and Dylan, my blush intensifies at the sight of them kissing. I get all squirmy on Daddy's lap, and even more so when his hands slide up my thighs.
His words are soft and lust-filled as he shifts my pigtails forward and kisses my neck. "Cade and I have a little bet going on." A nip. I let out a shaky breath. " He's under the impression that he has better stamina than I do."
"Oh." I clutc h my tummy, getting all fluttery inside. My eyes flick between Daddy and Cade, both so different, though right now they have plenty in common, too. Mainly lust. The hunger in their eyes is palpable.
Cade tugs off his T-shirt and murmurs to his baby boy . He palms Dylan's cheek, and under his predatory gaze, he has Dylan reverting to a younger version of himself right before our eyes.
It's beautiful.
They're like night and day. Cade with his tattoos and piercings, a natural tan, and a body that reveals his fifteen or so years in construction. Dylan with his lean build, not a mark in sight, and innocence and youth written across his
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