“If that brat brings over that damned penis waffle maker, he’s going to regret it.”
And what kind of waffle makers had he bought recently? The last time we’d talked he’d just mentioned the stupid penis one.
The giggle coming from behind me said Morgan might have heard my rant.
Way to look like a functional adult.
Turning around, I tried not to look too frustrated since that seemed to make him nervous. “I apologize for that. Destin is…excitable and seems to have bought the waffle maker he mentioned before. I made it clear I wasn’t going to use it, but I honestly can’t say what he’s going to bring over.”
Morgan seemed more relaxed than I’d expected. His wide smile said he found the whole thing funny. “All the comments that are coming to mind aren’t really appropriate.”
Rolling my eyes, I snorted. “You’re just as bad as he is, aren’t you? I’m going to end up eating penis-shaped waffles just to make you two happy.”
His giggle said I was right, but as long as it made him this relaxed, I wouldn’t regret giving in.
“Penises too manly for straight guy waffles?” He was leaning against the couch, grinning, still looking as relaxed as when he’d come into the room. Was it the conversation he liked or was he relaxed for some other reason?
“I never claimed to be anything, much less straight.” I had no idea what I was. “But for your information, I wouldn’t eat breast-shaped waffles either. It’s just not right.”
That had him giggling again, but he was watching me with a curious expression in his eyes. I expected a question about my sexuality or dating or something, but he surprised me. “What do you think he’s going to bring?”
I groaned, which only had him even more pleased with the situation. “God only knows what caught his attention. The way he was acting it’s probably going to be something that tickles his little side.”
I’d assumed Destin had already talked about that since he seemed to have shared it with everyone—I mean, the pizza guy who delivered to Ray’s place knew—but from the way Morgan’s eyes widened, I wasn’t so sure.
Backpedaling would make me look guiltier than I needed to be, so I leaned against the counter and relaxed. I wanted him to see that I was calm about the whole thing because I wasn’t sure what was going through his head. “I know it’s not everyone’s thing and I only understand parts of it, but he’s not hiding what he’s into or who he is if that’s what you're worried about.”
The whole campus was too weird for Morgan to actually be shocked, so I waited a few seconds before continuing. “He’s in a relationship with two Doms, so I guess it’s to be expected. He’s been fascinated by alternative lifestyles and kinks since he escaped that hellhole he grew up in.”
Okay, that might have sounded a bit judgmental, but that’s because I was a bit judgmental about the way he’d been raised. I wasn’t the most religious person out there, but it gave regular religious people a bad name.
Morgan swallowed. “I guess I didn’t realize what he meant when he talked about his relationship with Detective Davison.”
“Can’t you just call him Avery or Detective Avery like the rest of the guys around here do?” I’d managed to find out a lot more about Avery since my unfortunate issues with my last roommate, and most of the people he knew around the campus were very casual with the cop.
Morgan shrugged. “It doesn’t feel right.”
I had a feeling there was a story there, but I wasn’t going to ask. “Okay. But yeah, Avery’s his more traditional Dom and Ray is his Daddy. But god, they both need to stop giving in to every whim the brat has. I was pretty sure rules were supposed to be part of that lifestyle.”
He actually cracked a smile. “Says the guy who’s probably going to end up making penis waffles.”
“I’m not his Daddy, so I don’t have to worry about balancing rules and indulgences.” And I was not going to make penis waffles. “Besides, I’ve bribed him with apple pie waffles, so that should keep him from bringing over that damned penis waffle maker.”
Only Destin would buy something like that.
Morgan bit down on his lower lip. “Apple pie?”
“Kind of.” Sensing a weakness in his takeout armor, I started moving around the kitchen. “Sit down and I’ll get everything ready. The brat should be here any minute, so they’ll be ready