Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I know you do.” He ruffled my hair. “Now I have some things to do, so I’ll take you home. We’ll talk soon, okay?”
Crossing my arms, I pouted again. It didn’t work, again. David drove me to the house I shared with my grandma, kissed me goodbye, and left.
I watched him go with a smile on my face. Orgasm or not, that had been incredible.
CHAPTER SIX
David
A few days had passed since my time with Jordan. We’d texted back and forth, and he’d sent me a photo of his cock, when he was home, jerking off. The caption read: When your…Dom (still not sure what I feel comfortable calling you) won’t let you come with him and you’re forced to take matters into your own hand.
He was going to be a handful. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t know it…and looked forward to it. I liked a challenge, and Jordan would be that, but I appreciated that he was naughty and playful yet eager to please. I could see it in him. He really was like a kitten. I could imagine him scratching me up while playing, then needing to curl up in my lap and be held. I was looking forward to spending more time with him.
I’d just gotten into my car after a surgery at the hospital, when my cell rang. It sat on the leather seat beside me, Aidan’s name on the screen.
“Miss me already? You haven’t been in Texas very long,” I said instead of hello.
“You wish,” he teased. “Unfortunately, I have something more serious to discuss.”
I sobered quickly, my pulse accelerating. “What’s wrong?”
“Finley is worried about Ian.”
Now my heart rate skyrocketed. “What is it? What happened?”
“He lost his apartment. It got flooded from the one above. Both he and his upstairs neighbor were gone all day, so it took a while for anyone to notice. He lost most of his things. No renter’s insurance, and he doesn’t have the first, last, and deposit for a new place. We offered him our house, but he wouldn’t stay there without us. This is one of our long trips out here, so…”
“Yeah, yeah of course. He can stay with me.”
“He won’t come easily.”
“No shit. He’s a stubborn little thing, isn’t he?” He was proud, and I respected that. I’d been the same, and I’d hated taking what felt like handouts from others. I’d done a lot of things to get where I was on my own, but I’d also learned along the way that it didn’t always have to be that hard.
“You can say that again,” Aidan muttered.
“I can handle him. Text me where he’s staying.”
There was a short pause and then, “Thank you, David.” Aidan still wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, unless it was with Finley. He was better, but I figured that was simply the way he was. “Finley says thank you too.”
“No problem. That’s what friends are for.”
We disconnected the call, and I waited for the hotel and room information. It came through along with his full name—Ian Jones—which I hadn’t known. I assumed Aidan supplied it in case I needed to go to the front desk. I put the address into my navigation. It was in a shitty LA neighborhood, not far from where I grew up. With traffic, it took me a good forty-five minutes to get there. It was a motel, so the doors were outside. Ian was on the bottom floor, in room 103.
I found it and knocked. A moment later, Ian was there. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus, I can’t believe Finley called you.”
“He didn’t.” Ian cocked a brow, so I added, “Aidan did.”
“Same thing.”
“Are you going to invite me in?”
I thought he’d say no or give a smart-ass reply, but he didn’t, just nodded and stood back so I could go in.
“Sit down, Ian.”
“I’m not a submissive, or whatever you guys call it.”
“I’m going to start calling you stubborn. Please, sit down.”
He sighed but did as I asked.
“What do I have to do to get you to move in with me?” I wasn’t going to tiptoe around the issue. I had a feeling he would appreciate that.
“You’re not even going to take me on a date first?” I waited him out, watching him for a moment in silence, until he said, “You cut right to the chase, don’t you?”
“I respect you too much to bullshit you.”
I could see the spark of surprise in his eyes, and his gaze softened. He hadn’t expected that. “I can’t move in with you. Why would you even want me to move in with you? I know it’s a favor for Fin. I’m sure the last thing you want is someone taking up space in your—wait. You’re not asking me to do what Finley does for Aidan, are you?” When Finley had first moved in with Aidan, it had been as his houseboy. Serving that way was what Finley wanted, and he’d needed the money.