Page 59 of Their Little Helper

But a lot of things in life were me things because most people didn’t have quite enough confidence…or common sense, but luckily for me my partners were not in that category. Now the confidence part, we were going to have to work on boosting that.

It could wait, though.

We had a more pressing concern to worry about and I kissed one nipple as I nuzzled against his chest. “Are you okay with Daddy helping or do you want us to express it manually?”

Hmm…judging by his color he was still in theembarrassed to talk about itphase.

“I like it…I liked it when you helped.” Harley’s voice was nearly inaudible it was so low but he got the words out and earned kisses from both of us.

“Such a brave boy.” Santos pushed up on one elbow, stroking Harley’s head and kissing his pink cheek. “We’re going to make you feel all better.”

“Are you going to share?” It would definitely be the most fun way to handle it and the most efficient but Santos looked confused at the question. “Oh, or are you going to fuck me?”

I wouldn’t be opposed to that and Harley’s shiver and even redder cheeks said we were in agreement. They were a wonderful barometer of what he liked and I was hoping it would never change.

What it was probably doing to his blood pressure notwithstanding, of course.

Santos blinked like the choices were still hard to understand and he didn’t know what to say.

He really was a strange man, but he was sexy and sweet with Harley and very stubborn, which made him a good partner in a variety of ways. The fact that he shared Harley’s love of things like the science museum was helpful too.

“Papa hasn’t done that before.” Harley’s words were still quiet but he was starting to go back to a more normal color which sent slightly mixed signals. “It’s okay. I think…I think he’d like to make you happy.”

“Oh.” I had questions but the image of my mother whacking the back of my head was a subtle hint that it wasn’t the time.

Would there ever be a time?

I wasn’t sure but it didn’t really matter.

I could help Harley since we both seemed to like that and Santos could…well…he could do whatever made him happy.

Eventually I’d have to ask about that, though, and with no mental smack to the back of my head, I knew it was the right decision.

After I’d gotten to orgasm, of course.

“Okay.” I gave our boy a quick peck and sat up, starting to strip off my shirt. “I can multitask and he’s nicely endowed. So it works.”

I’d be stubborn and figure Santos out later.

He couldn’t bethatcomplicated. He was only a Dom and worked with logical problems, not even creative ones. His brain had to be very linear. I just had to figure out what line his train was on because we were not on the same track.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Santos’s firm words said he’d jumped his track but I was hiking and was nowhere near his train.

We needed to find a train museum…we’d all like that.

“I know.” Thankfully, Harley seemed to understand the issue, probably because he was the only one of us who’d gotten to orgasm so far. “There’s no right or wrong and it doesn’t make me feel bad. I…I haven’t either.”

Hadn’t what?

No more trains.

What were we talking about?

Asking wouldn’t be helpful, so I kept my mouth shut and stayed silent while Harley worked it out. “Most people don’t. It kind of only goes one way.”

Harley’s shrug said he wasn’t worried or upset, but I wasn’t sure he was thinking of trains either.

“It…” Santos paused before looking more relaxed again. “You’re right. Dally just sees things his own way and it’s given us more to think about.”

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