Page 23 of Snuggle Bug

Greyson is now rubbing my bum and my cock. His touch is magic, soothing and also invigorating.

I whip my head back and forth. "Not at all."

Maybe Greyson could do it during the movie. How great would that be?

Jako approaches us. "It looks like you two finally decided to take the next step."

Greyson removes his hands from my body, then places them by his side. "I’ve been meaning to speak to you. Calloway and I were in the cuddle room all night, and neither of us had breakfast."

Jako chuckles. "I’m about to head into the kitchen to whip up extra-large batches of popcorn for all the hungry Littles. Follow me and tell me what you'd like."

"I’ll be okay in the playroom with my friends. You can go." I beam, waving at Greyson.

He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I’ll be right back."

Waxley and BJ bounce toward me, then gasp as they take in the stuffy in my arms. "Why does Constable Charlie look like he’s smiling?"

I lift up Constable Charlie, then place him against my chest. "As it turns out, Constable Charlie is Greyson’s old teddy from when he was a boy. Greyson gave him to me tonight, and I’m going to look after him from now on."

BJ’s eyes fill with mirth. "I didn’t realize Constable Charlie was so old."

"I didn’t know that your Daddy kept his old teddies." Waxley beams.

"He did." I wave Constable Charlie’s right hand. "I’m sure glad he’s Greyson’s, because I don't think I’d be allowed to take him out of the Hug Club if he wasn’t. Now, I can keep him safe just like Greyson protects me. He’ll be my top priority."

Waxley grabs my hand. "Come on, let’s play!"

BJ bounces up and down. "Constable Charlie can direct us while we build the Leaning Tower of Pizza!"

I groan as I roll my eyes. "Oh, my God. I just enjoyed a very pleasant twenty-four hours without having to hear about construction, and I’d appreciate it if if stayed that way."

BJ shoots me a look. "Construction is the best form of play. Everything else pales in comparison."

My two friends lead me to our favorite spot on the carpet where BJ has already spread out blocks. We set Constable Charlie down, give him a tiny construction worker’s hat, then busy ourselves in play.

"Our tower can’t lean too much," Waxley says, studying the blocks. "Otherwise, it’ll topple over."

"The real one doesn’t topple over." BJ sticks his nose in the air.

Waxley glares at BJ. "That’s because the real one is made of stone."

I scratch my temple. "I think it’s made of marble. Not stone."

"Marble is a stone." BJ looks at me as if I failed to complete first grade. In my Little headspace, I haven’t attended yet.

"When you say made of stone, I think of rocks. Like a caveman’s lair." I furrow my brow.

"No, you don’t." BJ rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don’t."

"Yes, I do."

Waxley breaks up our fight. "Let’s all agree that no one thinks the Leaning Tower of Pizza in Italy was made up of the same rocks that you build a cave with."

"You don't build a cave. You find one in the wilderness and look for signs of the Flintstones," BJ says matter-of-factly.

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