Page 16 of Their Little Helper

Wow.

Was there any way to make sure I stayed in the alternate universe I’d somehow fallen into?

The guys talking about orcs and games had clearly done something interesting, but I wanted to stay. I had a Daddy and a Papa, and Daddy was currently making out with Papa…and wiggling on his lap…and making needy sounds.

They both were.

Yes. I wanted to stay right there in whatever dimension I’d been sucked into.

One where I got to watch two of the hottest men I’d ever seen kiss and nibble and moan as they writhed against each other. The fact that Daddy looked like he wanted to ride Papa was just as incredible and I couldn’t help the naughty images they put in my head.

Wait.

Had Daddy said he was a switch?

The first couple of minutes of our conversation was kind of hazy still, but I was pretty sure he’d mentioned that somewhere along the way.

Did Papa know that?

Would it make a difference?

The way they were making out made me think he wouldn’t care, but I wasn’t sure if it was need-to-know information or not. But neither of them seemed to be doing a lot of thinking at the moment, so I wasn’t sure what he’d categorize it as.

Papa would definitely sort the information, though.

He was a lawyer…a slightly cranky one but that was probably because Daddy had Dally’d him and was making him crazy. Daddy probably made a lot of people crazy but I kind of liked that he was a small bulldozer as Papa had called him.

When Daddy finally released Papa’s mouth and grinned, I had a feeling Papa was back to agreeing with his bulldozer statement.

Please don’t let Daddy say anything to upset Papa.

Papa didn’t have the same sense of humor that Daddy clearly did, and I had a feeling once he got his feelings hurt he’d never give Daddy a second chance.

Please don’t let Daddy say anything to upset Papa.

Was I really going to leave that up to Papa?

No.

“Daddy?” Oh, I’d said something. Shoot. “Um, I think…I think we need to make sure we say nice things as part of aftercare and after kissing kind of stuff.”

Wow.

Ignoring the lightheaded feeling that was rushing through me, I forced out the rest of the words. “I have an online friend…he…he and his Daddy made that rule.”

Air in.

Air out.

Sharing was fine because they wanted to keep me.

If they wanted to keep me, I had to make sure Daddy didn’t hurt Papa’s feelings.

If I wanted to be happy being kept then they needed to know what made me happy.

Someone should’ve told me finding a Daddy would be so stressful.

“Oh.” Daddy’s head cocked as he curled into Papa, who looked almost as big as me. “That’s a good idea.”

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