Page 13 of Their Little Helper

Green.

Perfect.

“Good boy.” I was never going to be able to wear anything else. “Now, if you want to say thank you to your Papa for being so sweet to you, why don’t you touch green again.”

I was amazing…and thoroughly enjoying the way every touch made Pokey twitch.

Thankfully, Harley didn’t seem to notice. We were at his limit of overwhelming his brain and I was pretty sure he was going to need a recap later.

Green.

Pokey melted and sighed as he smiled at Harley. “Thank you, Harley, that’s very sweet.”

His smile was a killer, so I was glad he hadn’t used them enough on Harley before I’d gotten to my boy. It would’ve been a lot harder to work my way in if Pokey had claimed him first. The only way I still had my boy was keeping Pokey off-kilter.

“Thank you.” Harley was thinking clearly enough to smile at Pokey and give him words, but it still didn’t give me a lot to go on when it came to the dating part. “I…I don’t know if I should call you Papa yet.”

Oh, more words.

We were on a roll.

“Well, my name is Santos if you’re more comfortable with that, but if you’re asking if I’m okay with you calling me Papa, then yes.” Pokey, aka Santos, shifted in his chair like he was reminding himself not to crowd Harley.

And probably not to get too close to me.

“We’re keeping you, so Daddy and Papa are perfectly fine, but you might need to take things slower, so names or Sir or options like that are fine too.” Giving him a shy smile, I shrugged. “But I remember that a brave boy gets rewards.”

Pokey groaned. “Don’t bribe him. He needs to make those decisions on his own. And stop looking so cute.”

I shrugged as Harley’s smile peeked out. “We’ll get to the same place eventually. I’m just making sure he knows the best path.”

There was nothing wrong with increasing the odds of getting what I wanted and if he thought I was going to apologize for looking cute he was insane.

“And it makes my desire to be his Daddy and to establish my place in his life clearer.” Unlike Pokey over there.

Who was so dramatic he even sighed.

“You know…” Pokey let out a long, thoughtful sound. “I think a Papa is the type of Dom to need a big playroom in his houseand maybe even an indoor treehouse depending on what his boy liked.”

Cheater.

“If I can’t bribe him with ass wiggles, you can’t use money.” That was blatantly inappropriate…I definitely approved…but not when it was being used against me.

Harley’s eyes went wide again but Pokey simply settled back in his chair. “I didn’t bribe him with anything. I was just providing information. And your ass is still on his lap.”

“But not wiggling.” Just clenching.

Harley’s snicker had his Papa giving me a hard look. “Do you really want me going over the fine print on that?”

“What are you, some kind of lawyer?” My tone might’ve made Harley want to laugh but it was Pokey’s grin that really set him off.

Papa over there was very pleased with himself and I had to admit how sexy his smirk was. “Yes.”

“He’s going to be a pain in the ass.” As I shook my head and sighed, loving Harley’s happy sounds at my silly response, Pokey nodded. “It explains why he’s so dramatic, though.”

Harley clamped his lips together and nearly killed himself holding his laughter back. It was all Pokey’s fault and I had to make sure he knew it. “Look at our boy. He’s going to pass out from lack of oxygen because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Pokey raised one eyebrow. “From you calling me dramatic? You?”

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