Page 24 of Their Little House Colter
“That sounds great. Jammies? Snacks?”
“I’ll set up the movie. Why don’t you get ready?”
After showering, I threw on my jammies and ran downstairs for juice boxes and our mythical-creature cookies. I especially liked the unicorn cookies.
When I went back to the bedroom, he smiled at me. He wore his train jammies, and I wore my car ones. We only made it through one movie before we yawned and got sleepy. We turned the lights off, except the nightlight, and lay down, facing each other.
“I’m so tired, but I don’t want to say good night,” he whispered and scooted closer. Our noses were only an inch apart. His sweet breath fanned over my face. My cock was hard but the truth was, it had been since seeing him in his jammies when I walked in.
I overthought and overthought and overthought until…his lips met mine.
My hand moved to slide over his clothed hip and I moved closer, needing all of him to be touching all of me. He reached out and stroked my cock, hand on the outside of my cock and I did the same to him. The kisses intensified, and he moved to lie on top of me. Our hips rocked together while our hands explored.
An orgasm built within me and before I knew it, I exploded, crying out his name.
For a split second, I was embarrassed—until Colter exploded on top of me.
We both smiled and laughed. “That was…” I said, pecking him on the lips once more.
“Yeah. It was.”
We fell asleep holding hands and, in more ways than one, I was completely sated.
Chapter Nineteen
Colter
“Do I need to bring draggy?” I plopped on Dallas’ bed, clutching my dragon friend. “I feel like I need to bring my stuffie—but if I do, and he planned for us to use his toys, that would be rude. So maybe I shouldn’t bring him. What do you think?”
He climbed onto the bed beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. “I think, my sweet little friend, that you are worrying too much. Tonight is supposed to be a fun playdate at Daddy Ari’s. It’s not supposed to be stressful.”
He took my dragon from me. “What do you think, Draggy? Do you want to come with us to Daddy’s house?” He pushed the stuffed dragon’s head down in a nod. “There you go. That settles that. Stick him in your backpack.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Because you’re making it far more difficult than it needs to be.” He kissed my cheek and sat up. “Now hurry up! We gotta get going. We don’t want to be late for mac and cheese and chicken nuggies, do we?”
“No.” I wanted to be there already. “Why do you have to be so smart?”
“One of us has to be.” He stuck his tongue out.
I grabbed my bag, and the two of us headed to Daddy’s house. It was our first time going there, and our first time having little time with him that was just us. It was great playing at the club or even being together at our place, but this alone time was important. It would take the pressure of the outside away and let us focus on what our time together would look like for us.
Ari greeted us at the door. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he said.
Then he did something I wasn’t expecting. I don’t know why I hadn’t considered it—it made sense—but it was still surprising: He asked us to get ready without him.
“Why don’t you two go to the first door on the right and start getting ready? I’ll come get you when dinner’s done.”
I sort of expected that he would want to get us ready, that he would take care of dressing us. But also, we were still so new. So, maybe that was why?
Dallas’ hand slid into mine. “We got it. Dinner smells great.”
“Well, I hope it tastes great, too.”
He gave us each a kiss then walked back to the kitchen while we headed to the bedroom that felt like one for when Mom came to visit rather than everyday use. I helped Dallas, and he did the same for me. It was different than at the club, where we sort of got changed in tandem. It was more intimate, and I liked it a lot more than I thought I would.
I mean, being naked around Dallas was a dream, right? But it was also like we were on the same team, working together.
