Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Wynn coughed, trying not to laugh. “That’s the plot of the book I was telling you about.”
I knew it’d sounded familiar.
“Tell me he doesn’t look like that plot come to life? He’s wearing a tux for fuck’s sake.” He looked hot in it too. “Maybe he’s James Bond?”
“There’s no way he’s dressed up as something that normal.” Wynn was so confident about that I knew he’d end up being right. “Our brains just don’t work the same way his does, so we’ll never guess.”
He was definitely right about that too.
“Just don’t react weird no matter what it turns out to be.” I wasn’t ready for any more accept yourself and stop hiding lectures. “And don’t drool.”
Wynn huffed like he was offended but he closed his mouth after he licked his lips, so he knew there’d been a good chance he’d actually been drooling.
“You’re insane.” He wasn’t wrong, but not for the reasons he probably thought. “So am I, though.”
Yep.
“Agreed.” My response had him shooting me a glare. “It’s Halloween and we’re going to Skyler’s coffee shop where every BDSM person he knows is going to be hanging out.”
My point made, he frowned and turned forward again. “You’re so grumpy. You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”
He was insane.
“I’m your trainer. I had to come.” I meant it in the costume kind of way but Wynn almost took a header into the sidewalk. “Fuck.”
I caught him before he went down, but it was close.
“Did you trip on your tail?” I managed to make that sound like a reasonable question, but it was hard.
“No.” Mumbling something about just being stupid, he straightened and kept walking. “Thanks, though.”
“No problem.” Big confusion…but no problems. “Just don’t die before we get to the party or I’ll look like a terrible trainer.”
His groan was mostly normal Wynn kind of drama, but the way he was blushing said I’d missed something.
He was just as weird as Skyler…maybe that was why he had a crush on the guy? Kindred spirits and all?
Wait.
“We’re closed for a private event. Oh.” We stopped in front of Skyler before I could sort through the random shit that’d popped into my head, and he was distracting enough that he chased all the weird thoughts out for the moment.
The way he’d gestured toward the shop that had the curtains closed wasn’t helping either. “Welcome. Please come in but be warned that this is a private event where clothing norms have been adjusted. You are expected to be polite and use good judgment or I will not be happy. Is that clear?”
Wynn managed not to adjust his erection but it looked like it took a lot of effort. In the end, he just nodded, and I was the one who had to respond verbally for us. “Yes, we understand. We are open-minded and will not be a problem.”
We’d be stupid but not a problem in the sense of making a scene.
Head bobbing faster, Wynn swallowed hard but just managed to squeak. It might’ve been his attempt at saying yes, but I wouldn’t have bet on it.
Skyler was more confident about it, though, or maybe he was just used to dealing with horny idiots because he nodded like it made perfect sense. “Yes, that’s right.”
What had he thought Wynn said?
“Go right in. Help yourself to goodies and hang out. Feel free to be yourselves and explore your fantasies. It’s Halloween after all.” How Skyler connected those things so closely together, I wasn’t sure, but he looked confident about it, so I didn’t ask any questions.
He’d have definitely thought they were stupid.
“Thank you.” Not knowing what else to say, I stepped toward the door but his sigh said I’d already done something wrong.
We both froze, but Wynn’s whole body tensed like he was one Skyler-frown away from orgasming.
“You didn’t bring his leash?” Studying us, his expression said he was disappointed in me for being stupid.
Telling him I hadn’t picked out the outfit seemed like it would be a mistake, but I wasn’t sure why. Still, I decided to go with it and just raised one eyebrow.
He huffed and started digging in the pockets of his tux, finally shifting enough for us to see the back of his costume.
There wasn’t one.
There were just panties.
For fuck’s sake.
“You’re the meme.” Wynn blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “The book one.”
As Skyler pulled out a cock ring, a small paddle, and a sparkly leash, he beamed at Wynn and handed me the leash. “That’s right. Good boy, pup.”
Rubbing his hand over the head of Wynn’s costume, Skyler actually looked like he was petting a dog. “Such a smart pup.”
Oh.
Wynn liked that.
He really liked that.
His face lit up like it was his birthday and Christmas all in one and he’d just gotten the best dessert ever on top of it.