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Yep, nothing to be suspicious about there.

“Where would you like us to sit for our kisses?” My question had Dean raising an eyebrow, probably wondering if I knew what he was doing, but Joel beamed at me.

“You’re a good boy, too.” Bouncing around the table—literally, because it seemed like littles with rocket pants had to blast off—Joel took my hand and then dragged me around so he could get Dean’s. “The couch.”

His head was bopping side to side and he was still going up and down, so I had to look away so he wouldn’t make me seasick. “Alright.”

“Can…” Dean swallowed hard but stood straighter and let his breath out slowly. “Can I ask what kind of kisses you want or is it a surprise?”

The wicked giggle that escaped our naughty boy just made Dean sigh.

It seemed like he’d figured out a way to prove his hypothesis.

Chapter 21

Joel

Winner winner gonna be a kisser.

Winner winner gonna be a kisser.

“I get to pick the kisses.” No take backs. “I like kissing.”

Dean sighed…he was so smart.

Tate was trying not to giggle…he was smart too.

“That wasn’t my question.” Dean was trying to be logical. “I just want to make sure I understand your reward for winning.”

“I won.” My cage liked it when we bounced, so I did it again as I took them to the couch. “I won two times. Two. I won big too. Faster and bigger and I’m amazing.”

Yes.

Yes.

I was so good I got to pick my special prize and I got dessert too.

“You’re enjoying teasing us.” Dean tried to look suspicious and narrowed his eyes but he was just still looking cute.

“Yes.” That was part of my prize too. “Sit. Sit. It’s my turn.”

“I’m not sure I agreed to being fucked with as part of your prize for winning.” Dean could glare so cute, but he was a good boy and sat right by Tate. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

“You’re a good boy too, so you get dessert.” I could share. “Good sits.”

Dean rolled his eyes to be silly, but Tate coughed and was trying not to laugh. He knew I was going to have big fun enjoying kisses.

“Don’t fuck with Dean too much.” Tate tried to look serious but he was fighting off giggles. “Just enjoy your prize.”

Yes.

“I’m going to have so much fun.” Big fun. Big kisses. Big penises. “It’s my turn.”

Hmm.

“Squish closer. Closer. Yes. Good boys.” They were so smart and followed directions so fast. “You get dessert too. You’re good boys.”

Tate snickered. “I think I’m getting my good boy dessert right now.”

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