Their Little House Colter (Five Little Roommates #1)

Chapter Six

Dallas

For the last few days, there was zero concentrating on work. My job as a waiter was always fast-paced, which helped the hours go by but today, the time seemed to drag. Mostly because I couldn’t wait until that afternoon.

Colter was moving into the house.

He would be my roommate only, which I explained to myself over and over to make sure I kept all my parts to myself when it came to him. My fantasies were filled with him of late. Him coming into our room and confessing that even though we were both littles, he was inexplicably attracted to me. He wanted me. More than that. He wanted to be in my life.

I busted my butt all day until my body was mostly spent and my feet ached.

It was time to go home.

Monroe and the others were all doing their own things when I got there. We all had day jobs so, in the afternoon, our home was mostly quiet. Probably because we were exhausted. Still, there were chores to be done and dinner to be made.

Sometimes after a full day of looking at, talking about, and serving food, the last thing I wanted to do was cook or eat.

My stomach didn’t agree.

I popped some pizza rolls into the air fryer but put them on a low temperature since I tended to burn stuff. My mind would float away to other things and lose track of time.

Monroe had once threatened to ban me from the air fryer.

That wouldn’t have been fun since my favorite foods were pizza rolls and heart-shaped nuggies. I stocked up on them around Valentine’s Day and would eat on them all year long.

My tummy swirled as I remembered Colter would be here any minute. He didn’t say what time. Moving was a fickle, by-the-seat-of-your-pants business, after all.

I left my pizza rolls to cool and went to shower and change into a T-shirt and loose-fitting pajama pants. The others were watching some basketball game. I saw they had snacks on the table and an idea popped into my mind.

Impatiently, I waited for a commercial break and perched on one of the chair arms. “What if we have a little welcoming party for Colter? Some little snacks? Tiny cups of ice cream?”

Monroe reached for the remote and hit the pause button. “Do you think that’s the best idea?” he asked, tone gentle.

“Don’t we want to welcome him to the house?” Even though Monroe showed some resistance, inside my head, I was already planning. Shoot, I would have to run to the store. The only reason I really left home at night was to go to Chained. Making an exception for Colter would be okay.

“The spirit behind the idea is good but not everyone is like us. He’s lived with vanilla roommates for so long. Maybe let’s ease him into our lifestyle. We’re open and up front, but we might need to ease him in. We don’t want him to feel exposed or vulnerable on his first night here.”

I scanned the room, knowing who would be on my team. “Where is Scottie tonight?”

Elias threw some popcorn into his mouth. “He’s on a playdate with a daddy tonight. Not here to help you,” he said with a smile.

Damn it.

“You really think it will overwhelm him?” I asked, stopping to think about it. Monroe might be right. He was coming from a house of vanilla people, and here we were unabashedly unashamed of who we were and our lifestyle.

In my excitement about Colter moving in and my attraction to him, I’d overlooked his comfort and ease in coming here. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him off or make him retreat because I’d gone too fast.

“I do. Let’s just have a regular night and let him organically fit into our home. We’re all happy to have him. I just think it’s best. Sorry, Dallas. I know that pops your balloon.”

“It’s okay. No. No, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”

I got my pizza rolls and dished out some broccoli salad because fun and health and all that. With my book and dinner in hand, I settled in to eat.

I was three chapters deep in a love story about a little and their daddy when I heard someone drive up. I barely stopped myself from running to the car and flinging the door open. I’d only seen Colter once but already felt a connection to him.

Shrinking back a bit, my thoughts got in the way of what I was feeling. What if this was all in my head? Monroe was right. I was a little and he was a little. Littles didn’t become couples. We needed daddies for balance. For taking care of us.

No matter how hot Colter was. No matter how delicious his ass was in those jeans.

No matter how much I craved him.

We could be friends. Little friends. I bet he liked to color as much as I did.

Maybe he would dip his pizza rolls in honey like me too.

He and I could be little best friends.