Page 48 of Their Little Helper

That amount of patience would be painful…I could do it, but it would be hard.

Pun intended.

“We’re not going to ask what Dally is thinking because it would be inappropriate for public consumption.” Santos sent me a glare when I snickered. “My point exactly.”

Because he used words like consumption.

Harley giggled too, realizing how ridiculous the word was. “Then we should go back to your place so he doesn’t get in trouble?”

I approved.

Enthusiastically.

But silently.

Harley showed his appreciation by smiling at me and we both ignored Pokey’s drama. Once he got himself under control he nodded. “Yes, I’m fairly certain we’ve reached his limit on good behavior.”

Well, it was nice to hear that he understood my hard work and dedication to our boy.

“He was very careful in the museum and at lunch.” Harley’s face lit up as he talked about our date. “And he was trying to be careful talking about my…my reward.”

Santos had to admit that too. “Under the circumstances, yes, he was trying.”

I was going to get a reward too at the rate we were going.

“He’s going to lose all that control once we’re in private, though. You understand that, right?” Santos smiled when Harley blushed and nodded. “He’s going to have more questions and probably say something shocking.”

Most definitely.

Oh, questions.

Pulling out my phone while Harley blushed and stuttered his way through explaining he knew I would be myself again once we weren’t in public, I sent Santos several quick questions in a row.

Are we taking turns?

Does he want one orgasm or two?

Are we kneeling in front of the couch or on your bed?

Do you have a bed?

You’d make a good vampire but I’m not sleeping in a coffin.

Harley had reached the end of his naked time with his partners fairly quickly last night, so we’d just done quick cleanups in the guest bathroom. It’d made him comfortable enough to relax with us again, but it hadn’t been the naked time fun I’d fantasized about when I’d gotten home.

“For fuck’s sake, Dally.” Santos grumbled as the phone chimed again and he read my last message. “That’s ridiculous.”

“What…” Harley’s gaze was jumping back and forth between us. “I probably shouldn’t ask.”

“I’m not saying any of it on the street.” Santos was being dramatic…there weren’t that many people walking by us. “Here.”

Oh.

He showed Harley his screen.

Interesting.

Wide eyes.

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