Page 14 of Their Little Helper

He was not helping Harley.

“Yes.” He had no common sense whatsoever. “Tell him you understand you’re dramatic and you won’t be upset when he laughs.”

Pokey rolled his eyes and focused on Harley who seemed to be trying not to choke to death. “This is how serious I am about getting to know you.”

That was not what he was told to say.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Kissing Harley’s cheek as he coughed, I shot Pokey a glare. “He’s not upset. He’s just nuts.”

If we weren’t careful, our fighting was going to kill Harley.

Ugh.

Some littles were just very sensitive.

“We’re not upset with each other.” We could fix the situation. “Papa’s going to give Daddy a kiss and you’ll see we’re fine.”

“Not until you’re off his lap and I’ve got a guaranteed date with my boy.” Pokey looked like he was going to be stubborn. “I will put up with a lot of nonsense, but guarantees before crazies.”

So much drama in one sexy body.

“Your Papa is going to be a pain in the ass.” But sexy was sometimes worth it as long as he wasn’ttoonuts. I’d dated truly crazy and that hadn’t been a pleasant experience. It was just way too hard to get a restraining order. “But being a lawyer means he’s rational most of the time, so we should be able to use logic to fix most of our issues.”

Pokey cocked his head. “I sincerely doubt that, but I trust you’ll do your best to give me what you think is logic.”

Harley laughed quietly and touched green as he glanced at his Papa…and of course, it made his Papa wonderfully happy. “Such a smart boy.”

My smart boy…but it seemed like I had to share.

“Now, my guarantees.” Pokey looked like the king of the castle waiting to be served his banquet. “I’m showing my boy we’re fine.”

He sounded dramatic, not fine, but Harley needed to see both his guardian Doms getting along. It wouldn’t do to start out a relationship looking like we were getting a divorce.

“Will you be alright if I take care of Papa for a moment?” Ignoring Pokey’s dramatic sounds, I focused on our boy. “You need to see we’re going to be fine and Papa needs to know that I can be trusted.”

If he didn’t stop snorting, I was going to buy him allergy medication and one of those weird teapot things that put water through his nose.

“I…” Harley paused, blinking a few times before he nodded. “Yes. I’ll be fine while…while you help Papa.”

He didn’t seem fine to me, but Pokey had a different response. “It won’t feel more normal to say until we’ve actually gone out on a date and the bulldozer stops thinking he can control the world.”

Did all lawyers behave so badly?

Harley humored his Papa and smiled. “I feel like I should tell you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Safewords…safewords are for everyone.”

I was pretty sure that was the longest sentence he’d said to either of us, so I nodded and took it very seriously. “We’re all going to remember that, but don’t forget, I said something I thought should happen. Then your Papa put limits on what he was willing to do. We renegotiated the activity and we both agree with the plan. See? I don’t think either of us needs to safeword.”

Pokey just wasn’t ready to admit he wanted a kiss yet…but he wasn’t the only patient person in Harley’s life.

“Papa seems…stubborn.” Swallowing, Harley forced himself to continue. “I just want him to think about what he wants.”

Such a good boy.

Yep…he was a keeper.

“I’m thinking about it.” Pokey finally sounded like he’d taken the stick out of his ass that’d been lodged there since he first sat down. “I’m considering a lot of things very carefully, but I don’t need to safeword.”

Of course not…he was curious about me.

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