“That’s a good question. I’ll have to get back to you on that. Maybe corner time would be better.”
“No! Daddy!” Noah huffed, turning his pouty glare my way. “That is not fair. It was a real question. We can’t help him if we don’t know what person he leans towards.”
The only person I leaned towards was Jasper. But I wasn’t going to say that.
“Little dove,” Jasper knelt before me, paint covering his hands and specks on his face. Instantly, my humor simmered, replaced with something I couldn’t name.
Over the last few days, I’d given up trying to fight whatever pull Jasper had on me. Each time he called me his little dove. Every time he told me how proud he was of me.
I wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but it was constantly brought to the surface every time. All he had to do was look at me a certain way, and it was there.
Not only was it that feeling, but it also got another part of me woken up. A simple look, a simple touch, and poof, my dick was hard.
It was a good thing my clothes were always so baggy. If not, he’d know. It was bad enough my crush on him was back, ten times worse than it had before.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he repeated, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “I really like hearing your voice.”
I ducked my head, blushing at the compliment.
“So sweet,” Jasper swiped a knuckle down my check.
“They should kiss,” Noah whispered, which he got his name growled at by Beckett.
Instead of saying anything that went through my mind, like I agreed we should kiss, or saying no thanks, because friends don’t dothat, I took a deep breath and went for what felt right.
If I crossed a line, then oh well.
Before I could overthink, and before Jasper could move, I leaned forward, pressing my lips softly against his cheek.
I pulled back, flushing all over for a whole new reason.
Jasper’s eyes were wide, surprised, before he masked it. I got another one of those grins, another swipe of a knuckle down the side of my face before he stood and went back to painting.
“Fuck!”
“Noah!”
“Oops.”
Noah, somehow, not only dropped his brush, but it landed in the paint tray, splashing paint all over the plastic and part of the white trim, which hadn’t been worked on yet.
“You’re done for the day, little one. Go sit with Koda. Do not touch the paint. Or the walls.”
“Yes, Daddy. How many spankings will that be?”
“You don’t even wanna know,” Beckett grumbled, keeping a close eye on Noah as he slowly shuffled my way.
“I’m in trouble now.”
Something told me he wasn’t in the slightest.
“Daddy won’t push me to my limits, but maybe tonight will be different. I wanna be pushed.”
Why would someone want that? It didn’t sound fun at all.
“I like to push my boundaries. And Daddy’s and Asher’s. It’s fun.”
