Page 57 of Puppy on a Leash

Because something’s up with them and I’m a worried friend?

Tony

And I’m your Sugar Daddy?

Jaime

I mean, if you’re offering…

Tony

I’m not.

But send me your address.

Jaime

Really?????????

Before he could answer, I shared the apartment’s address and gave him a list of our favorite restaurants that served our area. Neither Cece nor I had any intolerances, so he could go to town. I was partly curious what he’d come up with on his own. Most of the places I’d given him had at least a couple of vegan options, so I knew it would be one of those, but no idea beyond that.

And would he notice my sneaky addition of the boba tea place? That was the real question. Technically, most of the drinks there weren’t vegan, but…

One could hope.

“Jai?”

I swiveled around the second Cece shortened my name. They didn’t look in great shape. “Yeah?”

“Can we snuggle?”

“Obviously.” I had stayed on the other end of the sofa—not that it added a lot of distance—simply because they didn’t look like they were going to welcome touch. I wasn’t averse to it or anything. Cece always smelled nice, too, and I liked being their big spoon. “C’mere.”

Cece and I were about the same height, and had a similar build in general, but I felt bigger when we moved so that my arm curled around their middle—and when they scooted down so that my packer was nestled between their ass cheeks.

“How does Tony feel about the two of us?” Cece mumbled, as I wondered if I should point out I didn’t know where the remote was.

Whatever. I’d have to get up later to open the door anyway.

“He knows we’re kink sibs.” I shrugged. “And he knows we fuck.”

It sounded weak. I knew it did. To be fair, it wasn’t as if we’d had any of the big conversations yet. I didn’t even know if we were going to have them or if I was just a stepping stone for Tony to be able to say he was healed from all his trauma growing up repressed. It could be. I wouldn’t be able to blame him—much.

“I know you’ve thirsted over him for years, but I don’t want to stop having you.” Cece’s voice trembled as they swallowed more unshed tears. I nuzzled their shaved undercut. Their hair was always a tangled mess, so it was easy to get there. “I can’t lose something else.”

The whispered words made me tense. Should I feel good that they were slowly opening up—that they didn’t want to lose me? Or should I pester them about what it was they lost in the first place?

I opted for the first option for now.

“You’ll always have me. You’re my beta.”

A hint of a smile reached Cece’s lips. “And you’re my Alpha?”

“That’s right.”

They were lucky I felt too lazy to go get one of my cocks and then fuck them with it. Otherwise I’d be showing them how much of an Alpha I was. That, and now they’d gotten in my head about Tony’s thoughts on it. Regardless of how serious this was with him, I really should bring it up. Outside of anI’m mostly trying to rile you upkind of conversation.

Ethics, and all that.

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