Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Not having his attention bothered me a lot more, evidently.
“I’m enough of an asshole to like that I’m the first to keep you.” Pressing me tighter against him, he let me feel just how much he liked that. “I also like kissing you.”
We weren’t anywhere near done with the Christmas dinner conversation but I let him distract me with kisses and firm, wandering hands.
Distractions were amazing.
So were his lips and his tongue and his teeth when he nibbled on me.
“Woohoo…they finally got together.”
What the hell?
“Those girls are annoying.”
Oh.
Before I realized what he was doing…or that we’d been making out in the open doorway…Daddy got us inside and shut the door before he took a deep breath. “They need to learn boundaries.”
“I’m not going to be the one to teach them.” But I could kiss Daddy’s cheek. “Thank you for saving me, Daddy.”
He smirked, kissing my nose. “I will always save you.”
He was so cute.
“Just remember that when my parents get overbearing at Christmas.” That seemed to deserve another cheek kiss. “They’re going to be insane but they mean well.”
“As long as we get a bit of alone time and no one screams at me that I’m a pervert, it’s going to be the best Christmas in years.” He was making light of all the chaos in his home life but I could tell he was serious.
“Oh, alone time.”
Oops.
“Um, it’s my turn to confess I forgot something too.” Daddy’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh. “We’re a perfect match. Um, my mother wanted to know if you’re expecting to stay in a separate guest room because of your Puritanical views on sexuality.”
I didn’t want to edit that too much just in case it came up again later.
“Huh?”
Daddy pulled back just enough to frown at me.
“Let’s try that again, please.” He blinked a few times like he was trying to clear his mental cache. “My Puritanical views on sexuality?”
I wasn’t sure which piece he’d focus on first, but that wasn’t a bad place to start.
“Um, well, your family did come over on the Mayflower. So she’s not wrong.” Not technically.
“How did my views on sex come up?” He was being remarkably calm based on how crazy the conversation was. “Yes, let’s go sit down and we’ll back up the conversation a bit.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t going to make it less weird but we liked cuddling. “Couch or bed?”
The way he rolled his eyes said what he was thinking even though he kept most of it inside. “Couch.”
Great.
“I didn’t tell her anything weird.” I didn’t think I had. “It seemed like a normal conversation.”
“With her…a normal conversation with her. But Chipmunk, normal with your mother is not normal with anyone else.” Daddy took my hand and led me into the living room where he plopped down and pulled me half onto his lap and half onto the couch. “Alright, let’s start again at the beginning.”
“Yes.” Where was the beginning? “Well, she called me the other day when you went into the grocery store to surprise me with dessert.”
That’d been really cute.
“You mean when I went in to surprise you and you changed all the preset buttons on the radio?” Daddy glared at me, so I just made my eyes wider and kissed his cheek. “Fine. I’ll stop mentioning that.”
No, he would not.
He was going to be frustrated about that for years and he was going to bring it up every time I drove him crazy…but his music taste was terrible and half the buttons were set to talk radio stations.
How did we have so many talk radio stations?
“Well, while I was trying to keep myself occupied and big, she called because she’d snuck her phone into that retreat and was hiding in the bathroom.” I wasn’t even going to begin to guess what that was doing to her karma, but it wasn’t mine, so I wasn’t worried about it.
I was slightly worried about the rest, though. “I told her about you coming and how we’re getting along and I wasn’t specific but she did that aww how cute thing and started asking how long we’d been a couple.”
Daddy let out a long sigh but eventually nodded. “She was going to notice that anyway. We’re not exactly subtle or hiding that we’re together.”
Good, we were on the same page with that.
“But I’m still not sure how we jumped from our being a couple to Puritanical sexual views.” Before I could answer, he seemed to have a lightbulb moment. “Oh, she asked about the bedroom thing and then it came up that we hadn’t shared a room yet, so…so you probably said something about asking me what I was comfortable with before you picked an option.”
Yep.
“Consent and limits are important and I didn’t know your limits.” I hadn’t meant to go down the whole not having had sex yet road. “I didn’t say limits to her, though. That’s one of my limits. I’d rather not use BDSM or age play language around my parents.”