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“You’re right.” I sighed. “ Let’s go poke around upstairs.”

Following Owen up the staircase was an exercise in restraint. It was rude to stare at people, but Owen’s ass was right in front of my eyes. And that ass was rounded, peachy perfection. I only had the length of the staircase to imagine eating his ass out and fucking him with my tongue until he was screaming my name. I was going to savor every step. Sadly, it was over too quickly. I needed days, maybe weeks, to satisfy that particular fantasy.

The upstairs rooms were repeats of the horror show downstairs. The only bright spot was the caretaker’s room at the end of the hallway. That one was decorated more traditionally, with a comfortable-looking couch and recliner. The bed was in an attached alcove and there was a kitchenette. With the separation, the room would make a nice perk for a general manager if we bought the place.

Owen wandered back downstairs. His furrowed brow indicated his concentration on how he would rehab this design monstrosity.

“Hey, I’m going to go down and check out the stable area. You okay here?”

He waved me off without actually answering. I hoped he’d actually heard me, but that was a fifty-fifty proposition when he was deep in design mode.

“Bear, where are you going?” Owen called to my back

“Down to the barn to check it out.”

“Have you seen my jacket? It’s getting cold in here.” With a secret smile, I turned around and tossed him back his jacket. “Did you lock the car? I want to get my file on this place out of it.”

I put the keys in his pocket as he wandered away. “I’ll be right back.”

CHAPTER FOUR

OWEN

My restraint on this trip should earn me an award. When we walked up the stairs, all I thought about was how Bear was at eye level to my ass. I may have added an extra wiggle because I was only human.

I’d faked my way through every urge to confess how much I wanted him and how much I needed a Daddy in my life. Not just any Daddy though. Him. I needed him in my life, not just as my best friend.

It would be easier if I’d ever seen him play with littles that were even close to my little age, but nope. His preference ran much closer to middles than what I could offer him.

If he knew how many times—especially when I first figured out he was a Daddy and I was a little—I’d tried to make myself less little of a little, he’d…ugh, do nothing. The only thing he’d say was how perfect I was and that I didn’t need to change for anyone to love me.

Jackass.

I needed to change for him so I could be the little he wanted, except, after all these years, I hadn’t figuredout how to do it. If I were completely honest with myself, it had started to piss me off. On top of that, he’d been pushing me to date more. Except he didn’t know I’d never dated. Like ever.

If there was anything sadder than a thirty-year-old virgin little in love with their best friend who was a Daddy but liked middles better, then I’d appreciate it if someone would let me know about it. At this point, my only enjoyment came from my hands and toys. I knew I’d like sex, and I definitely wanted to have it, but I only wanted it with Barrett.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t have it with him because he wasn’t into me, and we’d passed the window to make it something more. Add to it my weirdness about being little in front of people because I was really effing little, and you got a not-so-great recipe for a throuple between my hand, my favorite dildo, and a porn subscription.

Pathetic.

What was not pathetic was how amazing this lodge could look if the current decor was removed and burned. Usually, our projects were bigger spaces. With only twenty or so guest rooms, the profit margin was potentially slim, but that was Bear’s area of expertise.

Notwithstanding his dad’s blustering, everyone in the company knew Barrett had taken the family business to its current height.

His dad had made a decent living investing in commercial spaces, but Barrett envisioned more. It was his idea to repurpose existing structures into something more interesting and commercially viable instead of owning only commercial office spaces.

Because of Barrett, I’d been able to redesign a school into a hotel, a bank into a speakeasy, and a frat house into a kink club. I hadn’t done a ski lodge, though, and the idea intrigued me. I knew our target clientele would expect a specific vibeof rustic yet luxe, but the challenge would have to be implemented without going cutesy.

I hurriedly put on my jacket to protect myself from the mountain chill and headed outside to the car with keys in hand. It didn’t take long to fetch my items from the trunk. I heard a squeak as I closed the trunk. It was difficult to tell where it came from, so I reopened the trunk to double-check I hadn’t gotten anything stuck in the door. The only thing in there was Barrett’s gym bag, a first-aid kit, and an emergency bag a certain someone insisted was a great idea.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.Jakobflashed across the screen.

Jakob

Hello, my wonderfully talented friend.

Owen

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