Our Boy (Our Love #2) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Our Love Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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Okay, not a bad start.

“That’s only led to terrible jobs and frustrating bosses.” That got a grin out of him and he started eating again. “I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I’m ready to at least think about it.”

Because I was going to need something to do or I’d go nuts.

There was only so often I could hang out at Leashes & Lace before Eli would make me get a job there.

“You know, you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, right?” He leaned forward studying my face. “Cohen doesn’t care what you do for a living.”

He was so stinking cute.

“I don’t feel pushed or lazy or anything like that.” I reached over and gave his slightly sticky hand a quick squeeze. “I promise.”

“Just as long as you know that.” He nodded, but I wasn’t sure he was ready to stop worrying just yet. “And you can’t take a job to make Eli go away. He’ll just say that you can do it part time.”

Good grief.

I hadn’t thought of that.

“Do you think telling him I was thinking about running for office would make him more eager or less?” I started to worry when laughter was Ian’s first response. “That bad, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” Shaking his head, Ian leaned back in the booth. “He’d want to make you infamous. Let’s not even think something like that around him.”

Shoot.

“We might have to call out the big guns if it gets too bad.” I sighed and gave him a serious look.

“Cohen.”

“Cohen.”

We both spoke at the same time making Ian snort as he laughed. When he could breathe, he nodded. “Uncle Cohen would be the only person who could help, but he’s our last line of defense just in case.”

I probably should’ve been worried that I couldn’t tell if it was grown-up Ian giving me a warning or little Ian just having fun. That was definitely a clear sign that L&L would be entirely too stressful to work at…I was a happy pup and didn’t need that much fear or drama in my life.

Yep, Cohen was definitely smart…I was the silent investor type too.

Chapter 13

Cohen

“You send me the most interesting emails.” Most of the time they were silly things like chain emails he thought were hilarious…who sent those anymore…but today I’d gotten a very different present.

Bishop laughed as he wrapped himself around me. “Ian said I could.”

“I assumed that.” Mostly because as shy as our boy was, he loved letting his wicked side show when he managed to ignore his fears. “But it left me wondering what kind of messages I was supposed to be taking from some of his answers.”

I had questions…and I wasn’t sure Bishop would know the answers either. I probably should’ve looked over it in more detail before he’d come over, but after I’d started going over Ian’s answers, I’d felt like I should talk to Bishop before looking at them.

“Did he answer knowing I was going to be seeing it?” I hadn’t been able to tell, but I wasn’t surprised when Bishop nodded. “Tell me about it.”

Giving him another kiss, I led him into the living room and put his cushion on the floor. He gave me a soft smile as he knelt down between my legs, looking wonderfully at home as I ran my fingers over his head. “When did Ian start filling it out?”

Nuzzling against my hand as I massaged his head, Bishop relaxed even more, looking sweet and almost sleepy as his eyes closed halfway. “Earlier this week. After we went apartment hunting.”

Taking off a few hours early to help with the hunt had been the best thing I could’ve done for the three of us, but this new information said there were a few other steps we should probably be taking. “How did Ian feel about filling it out?”

Bishop’s relaxed chuckle had me grinning and imagining Ian’s squirming. “He liked the idea of filling it out better than talking about it, even though we were just on the phone…and I might’ve said I’d tell you on him if he didn’t at least fill it out.”

Such a mean Daddy.

The mean Daddy in question pouted, though. “He was using his little voice and whined ‘Daddy’ and he was going to try to talk me out of it. That’s when I pulled out the big guns.”

Me.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been anyone’s big guns before.

Barely managing not to laugh, I shook my head. “So was Uncle Cohen the boogeyman or was Cohen the Dom the bad guy?”

Bishop went very still before his gaze shifted into focus and his brain came back online. “I hadn’t thought about the difference.”

I wasn’t sure what that said about how he saw my relationship with Ian, but I probably shouldn’t have been surprised.

Bishop saw everything in his own unique way.

Before I could find another direction to approach the question, he shrugged. “Cohen the Dom was probably what Ian and I were imagining, but when he got nervous about the whole thing, he shifted to seeing you as Uncle Cohen.”


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