Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“My squirrel has crashed.” Sitting down beside him, I pretended to be worried and started patting him down, not tickling but earning more laughter as I searched his body. “Where are you hurt?”
I was not as funny as his laughter indicated, but his youthful mindset made everything more enjoyable.
“Oh no. I got a booboo and need kisses.” His expression indicated innocent fun that had transitioned into naughty fun, which required a different form of playing. “I’m broked, Daddy.”
That was not the word that should be used, but I nodded and ignored the youthful expression. “You need kisses.”
Sprinkling them over his face and head, I kept my expression serious as I straightened. “Did that fix your booboo?”
That word was strange.
Another sound-like word that should not describe an injury.
“No. Try again.” Wren shrugged like there was nothing he could do about it. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You can’t help it.” Imitating his shrug, I frowned again and kissed over his shoulders and down one arm. “We’ll find the booboos.”
No, that word was not getting any better.
It was either strange English or a word they had adopted and tortured, and I planned on making Wren share the information with me when his brain was less distracted with imaginary injuries, cake, and the contents of his small grown-up toy bag.
“Not there, Daddy.” He was thoroughly enjoying the game, making quiet laughing sounds as he wiggled for more kisses. “Keep trying. You’ll find it.”
“I’m not sure that image is an appropriate way to search a squirrel.” My flat-sounding response had him shaking with physical representations of his humor as he tried to continue the game. “It was naughty, my squirrel.”
“I…” He fought to get enough air as I frowned and shook my head. “I’m your boy, Daddy. I’m not a squirrel.”
“I don’t know.” Attempting the human expression of looking skeptical, I sighed. “How do I know you’re my boy?”
My mate had a devious but distractable mind. “Oh…I…”
Looking down at himself, he frowned. “Well, I’m kind of a squirrel but I like grown-up things too, so I can’t just be a squirrel.”
Interesting logic.
“What kinds of grown-up things?” Hoping I sounded casual and relaxed, I aimed to have a confused expression on my face that always had the diner men giving me random information.
It worked on mates, too.
“I know. Let me show you.” Scrambling onto all fours again, Wren nudged his head against my chest. “Follow that squirrel, Daddy.”
“You’re the squirrel, silly boy.” I pretended to be even more confused. “Or should that be silly squirrel? Silly goose?”
His laughter was back as he ran around the bed, but his mind was filling the bond with images that were not supposed to bring out those kinds of sounds.
“See? I have grown-up things. I’m not just a squirrel.” Sitting up, Wren dumped out the contents of his bag on the floor and smiled. “See?”
“Yes, you might be right.” I needed to keep him talking, however, so he could see I was not worried about his interesting collection. “But this one might be for a squirrel.”
Holding up the toy that was called a ball gag, I shrugged. “It keeps squirrels from using their human voices. It’s for squirrels.”
He laughed so hard he tipped over.
“No, Daddy.” Shaking his head as he flopped like a fish, he sighed like I was the silly one. “It’s to make subs be very quiet and so they have to stop talking.”
Ah, he could not do that on his own so he wanted help occasionally.
“I don’t know.” I reached for another toy called a plug. “This has to be for a squirrel. What would a sub do with this?”
My act of innocent confusion was hilarious to my mate, but instead of wiggling on the floor, he chose to wiggle on me.
When he was sitting on my lap, making sure his bottom was pressed against my cock to give me an erection, he smiled sweetly. “It goes in my bottom, Daddy. It’s…it’s a decoration for when we cuddle or you spank me.”
A decoration?
The men online had not seen it as a decoration.
He managed not to laugh out loud, but he was shaking and making a squeaky sound like he was barely holding himself back. After a few seconds, he got himself under control and tried again. “Do you want to see my decoration?”
The answer was clearly supposed to be yes, but before I could respond appropriately, we were both distracted.
“Wren?” My mate’s name coming through the walls had us both turning our heads and listening for Wren’s cousin. “I need candles or something romantic.”
Wren’s hunting instincts had been engaged.
Sitting up, my mate focused on his task without distraction and scrambled to stand. “Wren to the rescue.”
Hurrying around the room, he quickly dug through every bag he’d packed and several of the small ones filled with his new purchases.
My mate was prepared for any and all disasters, as well as the interesting situations the people of Earth always seemed to find themselves in. “I’ll be right back, Daddy. I’m gonna hurry and save Pierce and then we can play with my toys.”