Page 64 of Their Little Helper

Orgasm meant relaxed.

Relaxed meant little.

Got it.

Even Dally seemed to have connected the dots because he started mumbling about one orgasm instead of two. I think we were both starting to understand why Harley hadn’t thought aiming for more than one orgasm made any sense at all.

We definitely weren’t going to be able to see how many times in a night we could make him come…oh…and we might need to make sure he came later in our games next time. He didn’t seem to mind his descent into his little headspace while we were…finishing up our games…but I knew at some point we’d need a longer conversation on the topic.

“I got matching cups and pajamas.” Because matching made me happy and I wasn’t going to apologize about that. “They’ve all got cute animals on them but we can pick out more for the future. You’ll need more than one pair of jammies over here.”

That had Harley lighting up like it was Christmas. “I like picking out jammies.”

He seemed to like shopping in general based on how excited he got.

“Perfect.” Kissing his head as Dally finished climbing off the bed, I tried to keep us on track. “We’ll look at those later. I don’t mind if we do a sleepover but we need to make sure Dally can stay too.”

I wasn’t sure we were at the point where a two-person sleepover would be a good idea.

I loved the idea of having Harley stay over, little or not, but I didn’t want Dally to feel left out or like a third wheel.

“I can sleepover but I’ll need to get up early.” Dally scrunched up his face as he got off the bed. “Sticky is the only bad part of playtime. Early. Yes. I have a wedding so it’s going to be a long day.”

Harley giggled. “No getting married yet, Daddy. We haven’t met your mommy.”

I managed not to roll my eyes but Dally laughed. “I’m helping to cater it, silly goose. You’re right, though. Meet the family comes before wedding bells or my mother will kill me.”

I was not going to talk about weddings until after we were living together and had proven we wouldn’t kill each other. So ignoring the discussion was the only sensible option that wouldn’t encourage Dally. “That’s fine. We’ll make sure to head to bed early and we’ll set an alarm.”

Worst-case scenario, I got a session in at the gym before getting some work done.

Harley nodded along, still smiling over how silly the talk of weddings seemed to be. “I don’t got to work ’til later. I have to write down all the stuff.”

That seemed to mean some kind of paperwork, so I nodded and forced myself to sit up. “Then we have a plan. How about you go with Daddy into the shower and I’ll order dinner? As long as we don’t get distracted it’ll be here when we’re getting out.”

“No distractions.” Dally’s wagging finger and exaggerated frown made Harley giggle and I lost control of my eyes, so they rolled before I could stop them. “We’ve got our boy to take care of.”

“Daddy likes ’stractions.” Harley’s knowing giggle made it hard to keep a straight face. “But I’m hungry so no ’stractions.”

No shenanigans just because he needed to be fed?

“That’s right. Getting your Daddy unsticky and you a full tummy are the top priorities.” That meant getting everyone off the bed to start with. “Bathroom first. I’ll order and then I’ll come too.”

Harley nodded, rolling over and climbing carefully off the bed. “Take turns?”

Dally shrugged. “I don’t know. I have a feeling your Papa’s master bathroom will be big enough for all of us, though.”

Of course it would.

“People need space in bathrooms. There’s no point in making them tiny.” I hadn’t planned on multiple partners, but I’d wanted to make sure I wouldn’t crowd whoever I’d ended up with.

Harley’s giggle said he thought something about the whole thing was funny. “Papa’sbigbathroom.”

Sighing, Dally nodded and took Harley’s hand. “Yep, it’s going to be ginormous and have weird stuff like a bidet.”

Our boy’s whole body shook with barely suppressed laugher. “That’s for tushies.”

They were ridiculous.

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