11. Revv

11

REVV

M aking dicks is hard work. Daddy and Gray are lazy and lie on the mattress, kissing, while I do everything by myself. Supposedly, they don't memorize the shape of every dick they suck, so they don't know how to make the dicks of their other lovers.

That's fine. Gray made his former mates' dicks, and someone may have put those in the toilet where they belong. I won't say who did it. No need to point fingers. But the culprit might have made some dramatic sound effects when it happened, and Daddy may have rushed to the bathroom and asked me if I was okay because of the blood-curdling screams.

Sometimes revenge is best served as a role-play involving phallic craft projects in mortal peril. That's all I'm saying.

Daddy and Gray do try to help from time to time. At one point, Daddy asks if he should get naked so I can make his dick. Obviously, he doesn't understand. His dick is already here. Why would we need to make a second one? And Gray asks if the dicks need outfits, which is ridiculous. Gray is the one who comes up with the idea of creating a fabric pouch for my pebble and hanging it around my neck with ribbon, so at least there's that, but they both seem to think pouring googly eyes all over the shelves and around the mattress is unnecessary, even though they're exhibitionists. Who else is going to watch when I lay my egg? I situate several baskets of dicks in prime spots where they'll be able to see everything, then I crawl between Daddy and Gray because I am very, very tired.

"Daddy, you have to set up the tripod," I say.

He wraps his big, warm arms around me. Daddy gives the best hugs. It's easy to forget so much more has to be done before I can rest.

"Where is the tripod?" Daddy asks.

"You have to get one. It's your job."

His body shakes with laughter. "Okay, baby. Where do you want me to set up the tripod?"

"In front of the mattress so my phone can film the egg-laying." What did he think I wanted to use a tripod for? Honestly, Daddy hasn't been the smartest over the last few days.

"You want to film it?" Gray asks.

"Mmmhmm."

"Baby, you're already slicking. Are you sure you want me to leave to buy a tripod?"

"Nap. So tired."

Gray and Daddy start talking about something, but I can't follow their conversation. Daddy's arms are safe and warm, and my nest is finally finished. I need to rest.

"Daddy?" I mumble.

"Yes, baby?"

"Do you like it?"

"Like what?"

"The nest, Daddy. Do you like it?" I need him to like it. I couldn't bear it if he thought it wasn't good enough.

"It's beautiful."

I sigh happily. He's right. It is beautiful.

"Gray, do you like it?"

"Yes, it's perfect."

"Why are you so far away? Need back hugs."

The warmth of his body presses against my back. I have my mates on both sides and all the dicks I could ever want. Well, maybe not all the dicks. That would take too much time.

"Tripod, Daddy. Please." I yawn and place my hand on my belly where our little egg is still inside me.

"Go, and I'll call you when he wakes," Gray says.

This is why it's better to have two mates. When you need a tripod and cuddles at the same time, everything is okay.

"Don't go into the bathroom," I warn Daddy as he rises from the bed.

"We already saw what you did to Mick and Derrick, baby."

"Oh."

Gray pulls me closer and kisses the crook of my neck. "I like how you added red Rit dye to the toilet bowl. It looks exactly like blood."

"Mmmhmmm. Needed some blood."

"The mouths you drew underneath their eyes added a lot of realism. They looked very scared."

"Well, violent death does that to people."

Gray places his hand over mine on my belly. "I don't need you to hate them for me, okay? If I had ended up with them, I wouldn't be with you and Chris. I'm grateful for the way things turned out."

Gray is being too nice.

"'M tired," I murmur.

"Go to sleep. You deserve some rest."