Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Owen’s teeth slowly dragged along his bottom lip, but he finally nodded. I was disappointed. The mood had been so good, then thinking too fucking much — because if there was ever a time to curse, that was now — had ruined it.
But Owen leaned in, whispering into my ear, “I love you.”
Everything stopped. It was like some kind of stupid movie moment. The look on his face made it clear it wasn’t just brotherly love he was talking about… Well, not the kind of brotherly love most people talked about.
“I love you, too.”
There were so many things running through my head, but that one sentence was all that really mattered. In the middle of Walmart, I fell in love.
Chapter 16 Owen
It felt like something from one of those romantic comedies I would never actually admit to watching. I should’ve been thinking about selling the rights to that story: our charming couple — well, charming in Adrian’s case — finally confesses their love to one another in the least likely of places!
Even the pineapple juice commentary could turn it into a rom-com, which made it a great potential pitch all around.
Just ignore the fact that we were brothers, and it would be positively adorable. But the good thing about not giving a fuck about so many things — or at least pretending like I didn’t give a fuck about so many things and doing a damn good job at it — was that I wasn’t really bothered by that.
I should’ve been. I should’ve been freaked out and running, but all I could think of was kissing him again.
Well, that and finishing the best damn omelet I’d ever made in my life, even if I’d had to acquiesce to the dashing hero’s choice of bread and sausage. I smirked, and he eyed me warily.
“Uh oh,” he remarked. “What are you thinking about?”
“Your sausage,” I replied promptly.
Adrian choked on the last bite of his omelet, coughing. He finally caught his breath and took a sip of water. “Don’t… Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I asked, hiding my grin as I started clearing the table. He shook his head and stood to help. “Don’t play innocent with me. You don’t do it as well as you think you do.” As he set the plate on the counter near the sink, he looked at me, leaning a little closer.
Hinting at a kiss? “Of course I do,” I assured him. “Because I really am fucking good at it… Or would it be, I really am good at fuck—” I made a face at him, setting the dishes I was holding down and meeting his gorgeous eyes. “All right, that one’s too cliché even for me.” I gazed at him for a moment, feeling tension bleed out of me as I did.
But fuck if I knew what to say.
I kissed him instead, capturing his lips with mine and starting out slow, gentle, before ramping up to something demanding, possessive. I didn’t want him to go anywhere. I wanted to make good on one of the many things we’d agreed to that morning.
When I pulled away, Adrian curled against me and let his head rest on my shoulder. His breath teased my skin, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. When he spoke, his words came out low and hesitant. “What time do you have to work? I was thinking… Well, I wanted to… I thought maybe we could, or you could—” He broke off and took a deep breath, but I let him talk instead of interrupting, enjoying the way he rambled. “Do you want to be Master later tonight or tomorrow?” He laughed, and I liked that too. “Did that sound as stupid out loud as it did in my head?”
“Not ‘til four.” I slid my hand down his back to grip his ass, still marveling at the way he just… let me do it. More than that, he wasn’t just letting me do it. He wanted me to do it. “I think this needs to be my pup’s choice,” I murmured against his hair.
Because I was still afraid he was going to back out at any minute, and I never wanted to wonder if he really wanted it or if I’d steamrolled him. Adrian’s head came off my shoulder, and he glanced at me shyly before looking down at the floor. “I like it when you’re Master. Tomorrow, maybe? Since you’ll probably be home late tonight?”
Nodding, I kissed his forehead. “Sure. We’ll do something easy for now. Movie or something.”
Adrian relaxed in my arms and smiled tentatively. “Yeah, and then like last night… I mean, sleeping together?” “Mm, I don’t know,” I replied, marveling at this — at him, at the situation, at the sheer impossibility of it all. “Sleeping together sounds amazing, but… I’m saving myself for marriage,” I said, deadpan.