Page 16 of Their Little House Colter
“You want to go with me to Chained? I wanted to ask you, but I don’t know. I got all in my head.”
Shoot. I hope I hadn’t overstepped. I felt so guilty being jealous and wondering why he was pursuing someone else when I was right there in front of him. Wanting him. Waiting for him to choose me.
“I thought with what has happened with Scottie, you might want a wingman? A buffer? Safety in numbers and all that?”
Everything I said came out as a question. Trying to make it all make sense.
“You know, that’s a great idea. The daddy said he’d like to see us again. Did you want to go tonight? It’s Thursday, and he said he likes it there on Thursdays? We have time to get dressed after we eat and get over there.”
He was eager. So cute. So damned cute.
“Sure. That sounds good.”
If I couldn’t have Colter as a love interest, then I would help him find his own. He was a good person. Hardworking. Smart. Kind. Sweet. He deserved someone who treated him well and made his chest warm the way he made mine warm.
We dressed for the club and packed a bag in case we wanted to change into our little-wear. When he came out of his room,his smell took me by surprise. Gods, he smelled like a blanket I wanted to wallow in.
His lips beckoned me, and I wondered what just one kiss would feel like.
I would never know.
“You look great,” I said. Friends said things like that. Playmates complimented each other, right?
“Thanks. You look good too. Shall we go?”
Chapter Thirteen
Colter
I was giddy and nervous and excited and freaking out all at once. I was going back to Chained—not just to play but to play with a daddy. A particular daddy. And I was taking my crush with me—a crush who wouldn’t go anywhere, with him being little and all. There was so much going on in my head all at once. If I hadn’t really needed this little time before, I sure did now.
Once I packed my bag, I headed over to Dallas’ room to see what he thought about my clothes. I wanted him to think I looked adorable. With Bryan, it didn’t matter as much. We’d discussed clothing, but more a conversation starter. I knocked and, when he opened the door, his bed was full of his little clothes.
“I didn’t know what to bring.” He shrugged and stepped aside for me to come inside.
“I don’t think I’m gonna be of any help. I just brought my backpack to show you what I brought—to see if you thought it would be okay.”
He chuckled. “Well, what did you bring? And then I’ll decide mine.”
I pulled everything out, and we went back and forth, picking out clothes for each other, telling each other how cute we were going to look, and pretty much being each other’s hype person. It was nice.
“Do you think it’s too late to get a changing room?”
I usually didn’t mind going in the general changing room, but tonight felt special, like it was something big. Or maybe I was getting all up in my head, which was the more likely scenario. But now that I was living here, my commute was shorter, andmy utilities were included, so I had the extra money and could afford the room.
“You could ask.”
And as Dallas drove, I called and was able to secure us a dressing room. It wasn’t a little one—not one of the fancy ones I loved so much—but it was better than being in a big room with a bunch of other people. This was my first time changing with Dallas, and I wanted it to be special.
We checked in, and Ms. Lily led us to our changing room. I didn’t love that it wasn’t a little room, but once we were inside, it was okay. There was a lounge chair that looked like it was probably a futon, but I didn’t explore it enough to figure out how to work it. There was also another chair and a counter filled with supplies, if people were so inclined.
We got dressed, and it was the first time I’d seen him switch from his big self to his little self. I had to be in my little clothes for a while to kind of slip into the headspace. But for him, the clothes really made a difference. With each article he put on, he became more the playful boy I liked to hang out with in the playroom.
“You look good,” he said, looking me up and down. “Adorable, even. Make your sneakers go.”
Like I could turn him down. I stomped up and down, and they lit up.
“I love that.” He clapped.
