Noah chatted about everything. Literally, every little thing that came through his mind. He obviously had no filter.
He told me about his new bed that Beckett, a man I had yet to meet and didn’t exactly want to meet, got for the three of themto share. He told me about how they were thinking of getting a puppy, but Asher wasn’t sure about it. Noah told me about how big Asher’s family was, and named off too many names I’d never remember.
“I met Ashie in high school. At group therapy thingy, actually. His adoptive mom worked there,” he rambled. “And he has so many cool people in his family. Like Sage, who’s a lot like you and Ashie.”
More people I’d never meet.
“Then you’d know I won’t like people,” the words were out before I could think of not saying them.
“But I do! People are strange things.”
He was a strange thing, but at least that didn’t escape my lips.
“Are you done yet?”
“No, Noah.”
I turned my back to wash up the dishes as he pulled out his phone. It didn’t take nearly long enough to wash what needed to be hand washed, and others put it into the dishwasher.
Other than the sugar cookies needed to be cooked, they’d have to cool for a bit before I put the frosting on them. Then tomorrow was all about cupcakes.
Noah sighed dramatically.
“Yes?” I turned, leaning against the counter.
“My butt hurts.”
Why was he telling me? “Okay?”
“Daddy said I was being rude yesterday to Asher. So, I got punished. Although I was asking for it, now I just want to sit and your chairs aren’t comfy.”
I blinked, half worried that maybe Asher wasn’t as safe as I first thought. And I already didn’t like this daddy person.
“Oh, don’t worry. I can use my colors and not get punished if I really don’t think I should be. Or if I don’t agree with how, or where, or anything like that. No one’s hurting me just to see me hurt. I’m too cute for that.”
More blinks from me.
“You really don’t know anything about…well…the lifestyle.” When I didn’t have anything to say, because I really didn’t know anything about half the words he said, he went on. “That’s okay. I can help! Are you kinky? Do you like sex? What do you want for someone? Are you a little like me? I think you might be like me. Jasper is a daddy, even though he says he isn’t. He says he’s just a soft dom, but he really cares about you, and is kinda sad you haven’t gone to talk to him yet. But he needs to know sometimes, littles just need a daddy to be the big guy and take charge. Like with Ashie. Daddy had to put his foot down when things got a bit out of hand, and now we are all happy together. Mostly. I still annoy Ashie, but he loves me so it’s okay to be annoying.”
How the heck was I to answer anything? I think all the words jumbled out at once, overlapping each other.
“You lost me. And please don’t repeat any of that. I’m not looking for a lover, or partner or whatever.” I waved my hand in the air. “I’m happy on my own.”
“No, you aren’t. But that’s okay. I’ll- “
Whatever he was about to say was stopped as a hard knock came from the kitchen door.
Could my day get any worse?
Chapter 39
I couldn’t take my eyes off Jasper, even though he was the second person through my kitchen door.
His eyes were sunken in as if he hadn’t been sleeping. He was dressed from head to toe in black, and even had eye liner on around his eyes.
“Daddy!” Noah waved explicitly as a man in the back came through, shutting the door lightly.
Thankfully, the timer on the oven went off, forcing me to turn away from the man of better dreams.
