Page 33 of Their Little Helper

Dally’s eyes went wide. “She’ll have a cow. I’m not dealing with that forever. Nothing is worth dealing with that.”

Leaning in, his voice dropped conspiratorially. “One of my brothers made a decision that led to…let’s say a problem and my mother was mad…and disappointed…and just not fit to live with for a very long time. You’re very important to me, but she’s scary.”

I wasn’t going to ask which brother or what he’d ended up with, and it seemed like Harley didn’t care either. He had more important things on his mind. “Do I have to tell her you’re being good?”

He had the most interesting questions.

I could see why the two of them were good together.

Dally shook his head. “Not unless we have to confess that something has gone wrong…or itchy…or burning.”

Good fucking grief.

One.

Two.

Three.

How had we gotten so off track?

They knew we were all real adults, right?

“We’ll be good.” Harley gave both of us cheek kisses as he settled back into playing with his straw. “You have fun with Papa.”

On his lap?

That was the plan, right?

“Thank you, baby.” Dally returned the sweet peck before turning back to me with awell are you readykind of expression.

I was ready.

I had questions…but they could wait.

“Such a sweet boy.” Giving Harley a kiss as well, I curled up against both of them and ran my hand down Dally’s chest. “I’ll make sure your Daddy has fun.”

Harley was happy with that, but as he started playing with his straw again his attention stayed fixated on us. It seemed to be a cue that he was ready for us to…play…so I turned my focus toward a barely restrained Dally.

But he was restrained for him, so I shifted and brushed my lips against his. “Are you ready to get messy?”

It wasn’t a question I’d ever asked another date, but then again, my fascinating new partners were unlike anyone else I’d ever met.

“I would like that. Thank you.” Dally gave me a polite kiss that was like he was pretending to be someone else. “I would also like to be pounded into next week, too.”

That was Dally.

“I’ll do my best.” This time. “I’m going to go slow and be romantic next time and you’re just going to suffer through it.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I understand and I appreciate the warning.”

Brat.

Harley giggled, though, making it clear he was following along, unlike earlier when we were kissing. “Daddy’s naughty.”

Most definitely.

But as Dally turned to frown at Harley for tattling about the obvious, I nibbled on the naughty switch’s neck. It was the perfect distraction and got a moan from the dirty drama queen as he arched his chest out and seemed to beg for more.

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