Chapter 22
Teddy
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Penis time.
“Found it.” He’d been hiding under clothes.
Daddy laughed and groaned. “It wasn’t lost. He was just being good.”
Oh no. Penises should always be naughty.
“Good boy.” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Bubble time, good boy.”
Daddy huffed and puffed and got his frowny face. “I don’t know what to call him but it’s not a good boy.”
He was so silly.
“Not a girl.” I shrugged. Hmm. I was smart. I knew words. “Good penis?”
No.
Daddy groaned and slouched and pouted at the bubbles. “Okay, good boy it is.”
“Hmm…” Think. Think. Think. Ha. Naughty little bear. “Um, noble member?”
Ha. I was smart.
Words.
Words.
Words.
Words were fun.
“Wholesome willy?”
Hmm.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
“Worthy willy?” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Yes, worthy willy. Hi, willy.”
“No.” Daddy choked and coughed and choked and coughed. And oops. Daddy almost went down. No falling. Careful by the tub or we got bumps. “Not that.”
He was so silly.
“Happy penis?”
Daddy had the giggles.
“You’re a menace.” Daddy tried to frown but his giggles kept escaping. “Fine. He’s a good boy. Are you happy?”
Haha.
“I got happy penis.” Ha. I was so funny he coughed again.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
“You okay, Daddy?” Wide eyes. Worried face. “Is your penis happy?”
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
“Brat.” Daddy’s mouth frowned but Daddy’s eyes laughed. “Bubble time.”
I was so funny.
“Bubbles.” Kiss. Kiss. “Sharing is caring.”
Ha.
Daddy laughed again.
“You are in an interesting mood.” Daddy’s mouth was smiling again and he took my hand. “Not worried any longer?”
“Nope.” I was cookies and bubbles and happies…but no worries. “All done being big.”
Being big had worries but being little had bubbles.
And Oreos.
And Daddy.
Daddy kissed my head and we got in careful-careful. Sit slow. Bubbles go up, up, up. “You did very good at being big today, so I think this was a great idea.”
“I was lots big, Daddy.” Lots big meant lots cookies. “I was packing big and car big and family big.”
Ugh.
So, big.
“Well, next time we do the drive, how about we figure out a way to have little time too?” Daddy got thinky as he pushed around the bubbles and turned off the water. “Maybe we bring some toys in the car or we listen to special songs?”
Oh.
“Songs?” I liked songs. “What else? Cookies?”
“This tub gets deep really fast.” Daddy watched me careful as he wrapped me up in arms and bubbles so I didn’t float away like a boat. “I don’t know about promising cookies in the car.”
Messy cookies.
Kiss. Kiss.
“Now?” Ha. Daddy groaned. “Cookies in the car for a good boy.”
“When did I agree to that?” Daddy was so silly but I gave him more kisses and slippery snuggles. Slippery snuggles were the best. They made penises say hello. “Ah, that’s when.”
He was smart, so I gave him more kisses and a bubble hat.
“Hey.” Frowny Daddy was a silly Daddy. “You need to match.”
Bubble hat for me too.
“Now we match.” Daddy’s turn to give kisses. “You look so cute.”
“I like matching.” I liked wiggling too. “Look.”
I made Daddy lie down in the tub. It was so long he mostly fit and just had to spread his legs. Ha. Perfect. “See? Wiggly kisses. I’ll do it.”
Daddy got to relax and I wiggled.
“My turn.” I was Daddy and braced my arms and floated back and forth. Daddy relaxes and I do all the work. That was the plan. I was so smart. “You get to relax.”
“God, Chipmunk.” Daddy groaned as I rocked in the water. “This tub…”
“It’s big and I float.” The water went in really fast. “Oh, don’t put your penis in the water when it comes out, Daddy. It hurts.”
The water was fast. Daddy understood because he nodded and laughed, but more kisses and wiggles made Daddy moan.
Grown-up kisses made me giggle, but Daddy scrunched up his face and shivered.
“You are dangerous when you float.” Daddy said dangerous but he meant naughty because he made sounds…grown-up sounds. “That’s…I wasn’t sure this was…was what you meant when you wanted me to get in too.”
“The water is slippery.” And the bubbles made it fun. “I’m hiding. See?”
Tushy up.
Tushy down.
Tushy up.
Tushy down.
Daddy laughed and gave my tushy a pat. “Your bottom is playing Hide and Seek with the bubbles.”
“With Daddy.” That got more pats from Daddy, so I was sneaky. “Hide and Seek with Daddy.”
Tushy up higher.
Tushy down lower.
Oops…that was Daddy’s penis.
Ha.
High.
Low.
High.
Low.
Daddy moaned. “Sneaky boy.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“I’m Daddy’s good boy.” Sneaky boys had more fun, so I had to give Daddy my serious face. “I’m doing all the work. I’m your good boy.”
Daddy knew I was good but his words got stuck.
’Cause I was good at the game.
Faster. Faster.
Soapy wiggles with bubbles were the best.
Water was wet and slippery.
And back and forth…and back and forth…and back and forth.
Ha.
I won.
Hard work was fun.
I made Daddy moan.
Best boy ever.
Wettest boy ever.
Hard work needed cookies.
Lots of cookies.
****
“Remember the rules, the first rule of tea party is not to talk about tea party with outsiders and the second is to bring good gossip.” Levi was adorably serious as he stared up at his family’s home. “What’s your gossip?”
He was insane.
“If anyone brings up the topic of divorce, I’m going to casually ask how Ms. Robins is doing with hers, and when everyone acts shocked, I’m going to frown and say I didn’t know it wasn’t common knowledge.
” She was okay to gossip about because she’d fired her last three housekeepers for sleeping with her husband and we’d just found out that it’d been her sleeping with the driver.
So we didn’t have to be nice to her because she’d let all the housekeepers go without any kind of recommendation.
Rude.
“Good boy.” Levi sat straighter, alternating between worrying and forced confidence. “I usually pour, but I haven’t been home in ages so someone else might have that job. It’s okay if they do. Technically it’s my mother’s house but tea party rules apply.”
I knew the tea parties had clearly been an important part of him growing up, but I wasn’t sure he did and there didn’t seem to be a good way to ask.
I’d hoped to get a few minutes with Macy to touch base with her about tea party expectations but my mother had been following me around like a puppy. The only reason we’d escaped for the party was that my father had said he needed her help for some last-minute shopping.
He obviously knew about the tea parties, but it seemed he approved since he’d helped us escape.
“Just being able to go is exciting and I’m hoping I get to see your room after the party?” That had him glancing over and frowning curiously at me. “I’ve kind of had a fantasy where I get to make out with you on your bed, so…yeah…I’d like to at least see your room.”
Ha.
Distraction complete.
The best part was that it was true, but the second-best thing about it was the way it had him shifting in his seat and adjusting himself. “Should I ask how long you’ve had that fantasy?”
“No.” I could feel my face heating up and wasn’t surprised when he chuckled and leaned over to give me a quick peck. “Let’s just say I liked that phase where you were always in those tight jeans.”
They’d been wonderfully obscene and I wasn’t sure how anyone had let him out of the house wearing them.
His grin grew more wicked. “Naughty boy. Were you looking at my cock?”
Bulge.
Ass.
Legs.
I groaned, leaning back and closing my eyes dramatically. “I was looking at everything.”
“You were an adorable little stalker.” He chuckled, giving me another kiss on the side of the head. “I love it.”
As I peeked my eyes open, his smirk was the first thing I saw and it showed he was thoroughly enjoying the direction our conversation had taken. “Does your mother know about those nosy tendencies?”
I hoped not.
“Let’s not bring that up.” Teenage years were awkward…questionable decisions were made. “If that stays hidden, I might be very grateful…”
Dragging out what that might mean, I leaned over and kissed him that time. “Very grateful.”
That smirk would’ve made me do very stupid things as a teenager…it was probably a good thing he hadn’t noticed me mooning over him as my mother called it.
“I’ll have to see how your gratitude plays out before I make any promises.” He looked like he was excited for my effort as he gave me another kiss, wrapping his hand around my neck that time to send shivers through me. “You have to stop trying to make me hard before we go in, though. My bedroom?”
I couldn’t help grinning as I thought about grinding against him and getting more kisses. “Tell me it’s got a big bed with satin sheets and looks a bit like a sports bar and a brothel had a baby.”
His laughter probably could’ve been heard all the way back at my house, but there was something about the cheeky look on his face that had me questioning why it was so funny. “Is that what your room looks like?”
Oh, please let it be what his room looked like.
“Come on.” Levi looked entirely too delighted with the whole conversation, making me wonder again what his room looked like. “You have to see how the table looks for tea party.”
The one at school was filled with warm colors and several blankets that made cuddling wonderful, even if we hadn’t spent a lot of time over there, but it was definitely giving laid-back grown-up vibes.
What had his mother done with this one?
“Does your room look like a sports bar and a brothel had a baby?” His answer was to grin even wider and unbuckle to climb out of the car. “Does it?”
Following him at a slower pace because I was wonderfully distracted, I hurried to catch up to him. “It can’t. That’s just. It would be.”
Sexy as hell.
Teenage me would’ve died.
“Tea party manners, Chipmunk.” Levi’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out for my hand. “That means no hollering about brothels.”
But was that what his room looked like?
Oh.
Glancing down at our hands, something clicked and I glared at him. “I’m your gossip.”
Yep.
He laughed, not even the least bit sorry. “Yep, and it’s good.”
He was ridiculous.
But I was good gossip.
“Macy might’ve already beaten you on that one.” She’d left the house before us because it was one of her half days. “Where does everyone park?”
The large circular driveway was empty except for Levi’s sedan.
Gesturing toward the side of the house, he shrugged. “There’s a secondary entrance that everyone else parks at. It’s really only used for big parties but it makes a good hiding spot.”
To keep tea party private.
Got it.
“You ready?” Squeezing my hand, he looked lighter as he glanced back at the house again. “I can’t wait for you to meet Gregory.”
“Me too.” Because as well as managing the house, Gregory seemed to be the person who’d actually raised Levi.
So in a sense, I was meeting his real family for the first time.
Yep, nothing to stress about here.