Page 124 of Giddy Up, Daddy

I’m not sure, but if the choice is between that and the rain, I’ll take the unknown. I nod.

“You go on up first, and I’ll be right behind you to spot you so you don’t fall.”

I’m nervous. I’ve never climbed more than a stepladder, but I think I’ve shown off enough naivete for the day, so I don’t admit it, and Bo stays right behind me, the whole way, blocking me from falling with his body.

As soon as I get to the top my jaw drops open. Apparently ‘hay loft’ is cowboy code for ‘love nest’.

There’s hay, all right, the bales arranged artfully and covered with blankets to create a platform-style bed, complete with actual pillows. Beside the ‘bed’ on each side is another hay bale, fashioned like a nightstand. One boasts a lantern, another a wooden bowl. I don’t have to go further to see that said bowl is stocked with essentials like lube and condoms. There’s even a little cooler, though I can’t see what’s inside it.

Behind me, Bo clears his throat and I remember I’m supposed to be going up so I take the last few rungs, and Bo boosts me up with a hand across my bottom. His touch sends shockwaves to my pussy and the setup in front of me isn't helping matters.

“Holy crap,” I whisper. After a minute Bo joins me, and then Nate. “Wait,” Nate says. “You haven’t seen the best part.” He sort of crawls across the platform, over by the bed setup, and rustles around on the floor. “Ah here it is,” he grunts. And then the space is awash with twinkle lights.

“Wow. This is…” What is it? Charming? Sexy? Weird? All of the above?

“It’s my favorite spot,” Nate says with a grin. He climbs onto the bed and scoots back against the pillows but doesn't lay down, instead sitting cross-legged, he pats the spot beside him.

The rain actually sounds worse up here, because of the tin roof. But it’s warm somehow, and kind of cozy, so I quickly join him and then Bo sits beside me.

“So now you see what a hay loft is,” he says with a grin. “A lot of ranchers use it for storage, but for us… Well, a hay loft has always been special.”

They share a glance between them, not for the first time, and I wonder how far back their history goes. Is there really space for a third in their obviously tight knit relationship? Dare I ask? I remind myself it doesn’t matter and go with a more pressing question.

“So… What’s up with the Daddy thing?”

Chapter Nine

Bo

Of all the things I’d have liked to talk about or do with Elle, my dynamic with Nate wasn’t high on the list. At least not for tonight, but it’s not fair to expect him to put up a front.

“Nate and I are equals,” I start, making that exceptionally clear. “In work, in our relationship, in parenthood, in just about every aspect of our lives.”

Elle nods expectantly.

“But not in the bedroom.”

“And sometimes not outside the bedroom either,” Nate adds.

Before Elle can say anything, he’s quick to clarify. “But don’t worry, I like it that way. It’s right for us. Bo is just naturally dominant, and I like it when he takes care of me.”

“And if… when… you add someone to your relationship, would Bo be… their Daddy too?” I can’t tell by the tone of her voice how she feels. I hate that, but honesty is the best policy.

“That’s the hope.”

“Actually,” Nate interjects, “the hope is that whoever we join with would be our babygirl. That she would be comfortable submitting to both of us. Because while I choose to submit to Bo, I do have a dominant side.”

“You do?”

It’s clear that Elle is following, that she knows at least in part, the terms we are using. So far the part she seems most surprised about is learning that Nate is a switch, that he can be both a top and a bottom. I get that. Sometimes it surprises me too. I could never do it.

“What does it mean, be your babygirl? Do you mean act like a child?”

“No, I mean not for us. It’s like a submissive, but we aren’t just dominant. We’re Daddies. We need to be able to have that nurturing, to take care of you in every way possible. To dote, and cherish.”

“But to submit to both of you, while Nate submits only to you? How does that work? What does that even look like? What does it mean?”

It’s good that she’s asking questions, but it’s not that complicated. And I’m getting tired of talking. I’d rather show her.

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