Page 69 of Their Little Helper

Still giggling and scrubbing, Harley nodded. “But we’re good helpers.”

Santos took that too seriously and seemed to have decided to be athoroughgood helper because his soap-slicked fingers gentlypressed against me, making me fight back a moan. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you all clean.”

“You’re such a brat.” I managed not to sound too desperate but the breathy tone I couldn’t hide got another silly sound from Harley. He didn’t seem to care that Santos was fucking with me. Our boy was just happy that he didn’t have to use the bidet and that getting clean wasn’t stressful.

It wasn’t something I’d ever worried about but I was glad little Harley had explained the situation.

Big Harley wouldn’t have and that would’ve taken forever to figure out.

He hadn’t even wanted us to use the bathroom at the museum at the same time, so I was glad to see little Harley worried a lot less. It seemed to confuse Santos, though, because he was being a bit too careful cleaning my ass.

So I was a good helper of a different sort and rocked back, squeezing my ass around his finger and getting a moan from him. “F—Dally.”

His frustrated tone got giggles from me and Harley, which made Santos sigh. “Stop that.”

He was crazy if he thought I would follow that order. “Nope.”

Rocking back again got a snicker from Harley. “Daddy’s being naughty.”

“Hmm.” Santos added a second finger as a punishment. “And what happens when Daddy’s naughty?”

Harley was shaking with barely suppressed laughter as he pretended to look serious. “He gets ’warded.”

Absolutely.

Which in this case was attention to my prostate and a wet smack to my ass that sent tingles through me. “I like getting what I want.”

It was wonderful and I leaned back against Santos to make sure he knew how much I liked it. “I like getting clean.”

“You’re such a brat.” He liked getting me clean too because he kissed my neck and I could hear the smile in his voice he was trying to hide. “But you’re a brat whose burger will be here shortly.”

Ugh.

His fingers disappeared.

“Daddy’s tushy is all clean.”

Santos was definitely the brat and Harley’s snicker said he knew that too.

“And then you have to do the other one.” I completely understood the logic in dunking every nugget in all three sauces that Santos had gotten Harley, but I wasn’t so sure Santos did. Harley had been trying to explain it through nearly all twenty nuggets and half a cucumber and was still going strong. “Nuggets need lots of attention…like Daddy.”

It was interesting logic and had Santos turning to me and sighing. “Okay, I get it now.”

“I’m glad I could be helpful.” My response had Harley giggling as he licked sauce off his fingers, somehow getting it everywhere but his new pajamas. “Helpful is very important.”

And a dirty word based on how Harley was shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

“Really? That word?” Santos was on team dirty as well. “He’ll choke if you make him laugh.”

“A good Dom knows the Heimlich Maneuver.” Didn’t he know basic first aid? “Are you telling me you can’t take care of our boy on your own?”

We were going to have to fix that.

“There are babysitting classes at the rec center near my apartment on the first Saturday of every month. We can sign you up.” Keeping Harley alive was the first step in having a healthy long-term relationship.

“No.” Santos seemed to think that was the only thing he needed to say, and for some reason, Harley was back to giggling. “Don’t encourage him.”

Me?

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