Page 14 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)
Boston
I couldn’t get Daddy Tripp out of my head. But also, I couldn’t get Elliot out of my head. It was flooded with men and all things little and daddy, and I wasn’t sure what to do with all of that.
I’d never considered myself poly, but also never thought to myself, I wasn’t. My relationships in the past had always been fairly short, never getting too serious. Between work or just not meshing, I never ventured there with anyone.
But the more I thought about these two men, the more I wondered if maybe the three of us could work together. Monroe had mentioned once in passing that my room had previously belonged to a little who was now living with his daddy and another little. So it wasn’t unheard of to share.
He never said they were in love or anything more than doing scenes, but moving in together felt like a pretty big commitment. I couldn’t imagine a scenario where it was just playing together once in a while.
I swapped out my crayon for a different shade of blue and went back to my coloring page.
My head had been buzzing all day, and I hoped being in the playroom might help with that.
I supposed it did, in a small way, but only enough for me to try and process what my emotions and desires were going through, not enough to silence it.
“You’re going to break the crayon if you keep grabbing it that hard.”
I hadn’t heard Elliot come in, but he was now standing beside me and correct. I not only would break it; I had already done so. Four broken crayons sat beside the box. I put new ones on my mental list of things to buy. These were communal supplies, and it was only right to replace what I damaged.
“Yeah, I have a lot on my mind.”
He sat across from me, snagging a crayon of his own. “Can I help?”
I nodded, unsure if he meant with the picture or my confusion. I was happy with either or both.
“Are you thinking about Daddy Tripp?”
“I-I was. And I was thinking about you. And I was thinking about whether or not I was little. And about whether or not I was poly. And just—a lot of things.” It all came out, much easier than I’d expected.
I loved the way I could share with him. Not once did I feel uncomfortable about being open with him, not after the kiss apology, anyway.
He wouldn’t judge me. Or, if he did, he wouldn’t make me feel bad about it.
Judging kind of comes with being human. It’s how you react to those feelings that matters.
He continued coloring as he asked questions to clarify the different things I was feeling when needed, but never pushing or ignoring me to make the bicycle he was coloring extra pretty. He was giving me the sense of…privacy, as I let it all out.
And when I was done, he put the crayon back in the box and his hand on mine.
“Let’s go to my room.” It wasn’t a question. He stood up, holding my hand. “We’ll clean up later.” He must have sensed my hesitation.
“Sometimes, you seem like Daddy.” I meant it as an inside thought, but it didn’t stay there.
“Yeah, that’s one of the things we should probably talk about.” He intertwined our fingers, and we wandered back to his room, where we both sat on his bed, facing each other, criss-cross applesauce.
“I have Daddy Tripp’s number. And I talked to him the other day. He said he’s interested in dating both of us. Is that something you’d consider?”
I nearly bounced on the bed. I thought wanting both of them was asking for too much and that I’d end up with neither. And here he was saying the door was open, that it was a possibility.
“I’d like to try. I didn’t get jealous when you two were playing together.” I wasn’t gonna put it past me that I might at some point feel that way, but initial gut reactions were pretty telling in my experience.
He took both my hands in his and held them between us.
“Now, about what you said about me being Daddy. I don’t know what it means either. But from the first time I met you, I liked taking care of you. But also—I need a daddy.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.” I was nervous that he was about to reject me. Only he didn’t.
“It means, if we do this, and we start dating Daddy Tripp, I’d want him to be Daddy.
But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to take care of you too.
And I have no idea what that would look like.
But if that’s okay with you, then maybe we can move on from here.
Maybe start with a date where we can figure out if we even like each other outside of Chained. ”
“Okay.” There was more to say, but I couldn’t find the words, so I remained silent.
“Who knows? Maybe Daddy Tripp’s kind of a jerk when he’s in other places.”
I rolled my eyes. “He seemed like a nice daddy to me.”
“Me, too. But we won’t know unless we get to know him better. Should I call him?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.” Having Elliot take care of things made this a whole lot easier. “You know what else I’d like?”
“No, but I bet you’re gonna tell me, sweet boy.”
Something about the way he said sweet boy warmed me up from the inside.
“I’d like if I could kiss you.”
“Nope. I wanna kiss you.” He took our joined hands, pulled me to him, and sealed his lips to mine.
We stayed in his room, kissing on his bed for a real long time, not going any further, just enjoying the taste of each other, the feel of our bodies close together.
It was nice. Really nice.
I couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel this good once we had a third. I was both thrilled and terrified to find out.