Page 22 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

Wolf grins. “You’ll figure it out, man. We believe in you.”

I’m pretty sure he’s messing with him, but Dragon jumps to his feet. His cock slaps against his thigh quite nicely as he rushes off. “Let me get my diary.”

I ogle his delicious-looking ass. “Does he really have a diary?”

“Yup.” Wolf sets my foot down and takes Dragon’s spot on the rug. “He still hasn’t gotten on board with phones or computers.”

Bear idly drums his fingers on my lower belly. “Or ebooks.”

“I wasn’t on board with those at first, either,” I admit. “I like the new book smell. Running my fingers along a nice, thick spine. The light rustling of pages. But it beats using a magnifying glass. Not that I’ll need one now. Everything looks crystal clear up here.”

Wolf runs his warm palm along my bare thigh. “I prefer physical books, too.”

“A good story is a good story,” Bear says.

“Hear hear.” I smile as I snuggle into him.

“I collect physical copies of all my favorites. Got every Gertrude Keene on my shelf.” His words warm my heart. “But it takes far too long for shipments to get here. If I want to read a book, I’m reading it now.”

“You have to wait for books to get shipped up here?” I ask in surprise.

Wolf nods.

I figured they would just magically appear in heaven, but I supposed someone has to go down to Earth to get them. And if that’s allowed, does that mean I can go down to check on my family from time to time, too?

Before I can ask, Dragon marches back into the room and holds up a large leather-bound notebook and a pencil. “I’m ready.”

“That’s one thick diary,” I tell him.

“It’s nice and hard too.” He winks, tapping the cover.

“So what’s it for?”

“Our schedule,” Dragon says.

Wolf snorts. “He keeps meticulous notes of everything. In shorthand.”

“Shorthand?” I repeat. “Is it strange that I find it kind of sexy?”

“Definitely,” Wolf says.

Bear chuckles.

Dragon scowls at them and settles on the rug at my feet. He sets his large notebook on his lap, and his cock peeks out from behind it as he starts to note things down. “I’m making a list.”

“I like making those, too,” I tell him. “Though mostly on Post-its. Your way is more organized.”

Dragon puffs up, and I feel like that’s the best compliment I could have given him. He jots something else down and glances at me. “What time do you usually wake up, Gertie?”

I shrug. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping of late, so it varies.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” he says thoughtfully. “Orgasms before bed might fix that.”

I nod in agreement. “What about when we’re not having sex? Will I still need to eat and use the little girls’ room?”

The men nod.

“I could live with that. What about clothes? Do we all get those, or do some of us stay naked? I’m no prude, but I wouldn’t want to get my juices all over that nice couch.”