Their Little House Colter (Five Little Roommates #1)

Chapter Seventeen

Ari

Best date ever.

When I told them that there was no reason two littles couldn’t be together or even share a daddy, I was flying by the seat of my pants. Not that it could happen. That, I felt confident of. But whether it would work out for us. My experience in being in a relationship with a little was just that. One little. And me. This was adding so many levels of complication. I probably should be worried, but I was only excited.

After all, how would I have picked one over the other? Each had his own charms, and I liked them both. If Marty did have something to do with sending them to me, it made perfect sense. He always did have a sense of humor and would love to see how I could make it work. Somehow, since I’d met Dallas and Colter, it was easier to think of my late little with joy and memories of the good times together instead of the months of struggle while he slipped slowly away from me. From who he’d always been. And then, when he was gone, I was stuck. Unmoving. It had helped to take the new job in the new city, although I hadn’t made that connection.

Might have been the first chink in my scaly, painful armor.

We had so many great times, and I’d allowed the hard ones to take center stage in my mind. And that was while telling myself I’d never love again, never take the chance of so much pain. But when I remembered the things we loved to do together, like hiking and staying up late just talking all night, I realized I’d been saying I’d rather never be happy than chance loss. Loss happened in life—to everyone.

We had no guarantee that Colter and Dallas and I would grow old together. We’d just started to date, and that meant there was no guarantee of anything. But I did know one thing. I was going to appreciate every moment because there were no guarantees. But there were chances to make great memories.

I guess I could learn something.

And tonight, as we all spent time together, I felt so free. Maybe that’s why I was surprised about their interest in rules. I knew some daddies and littles had them, but we never had. However, as a daddy, it was my job to meet the needs of my little/littles, and if they needed rules, then it was up to me to make sure those rules happened. I wondered what they had in mind, so as soon as I arrived home, I called them to video chat.

“Hi,” I said. “Looks like you’re in the same room.”

“Yes, we are.” Colter shifted closer to Dallas and slipped an arm around him. “And on the same bed.”

“Are you being good?”

Dallas gave me an impish grin. “Yes, so far but it’s hard because we want each other.”

Oh. Okay. Not what I was asking but a good answer nonetheless. “Then why aren’t you together, then?” They looked so hot, cuddling like that. And I wanted to be right there with them, but if I wasn’t, they should at least enjoy themselves.

“We don’t want to mess things up with you,” Colter replied, looking very serious.

“You won’t. Remember your homework? We haven’t figured out what is acceptable and not, but if you do eventually mess up, then you can tell me about it afterward. That is, if you like, and then you won’t feel like you’re hiding anything, right?”

“Do you really want to hear about it?” Dallas breathed.

“Sure, I love to watch. I won’t mind.” I studied them carefully. “But first, what are the rules you want me to enforce for you both? And what rules do you want for me?”

“You really don’t have any you always use with your littles?’ Colter asked. “Every daddy we play with seems to have a list.”

“What rules of all those do you think are helpful to the two of you,” I suggested. “Since, as far as I’m concerned, that’s really the point.”

“They all seem obsessed with drinking enough water.” Dallas looked to the side. “Right, Colter?”

“Yes, definitely. Sometimes I feel like my teeth are floating from all the water daddies make me down.”

“So, guessing that’s a rule you see a lot but don’t like or need?”

“I guess not.” Dallas’ voice held wonder. “I thought it was a rule that it had to be a rule.”

“Every relationship is different, you know.” I shifted in my chair, starting to get a little tired. “But I get why the water rule. As daddies, we want you to take the best care of your body and mind. So, here’s one. You need to eat at least two vegetables and two fruits a day.”

“That’s a good one,” Dallas said. “It’s so much easier to eat prepared foods like pizza rolls, but we don’t take the time to cook real food.”

We chatted on for a while and came up with a short list of rules to try. Then we disconnected, and I went to bed, wondering if they really were going to get up to naughtiness or not tonight. My mind had a lot of ideas about how that might go, and my hand strayed down to my cock while I thought about it.

How would I ever survive two such sexy littles in my life?