Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
I was starting to see why several of his friends always started conversations asking him what he’d done.
“Thank you, pup.” As I sat down on the couch, he knelt between my legs, snuggling close and smiling at me like I was amazing.
It was definitely a setup.
But he was so cute I couldn’t be mad…I could, however, be suspicious and a bit manipulative too.
Before he could launch into whatever scheme he had going, I smiled tenderly and stroked his head, caressing down to cup his cheek. As I leaned in and gave him another peck, I kept my tone soft and loving. “I’m very grateful I have such a sweet pup who is such a wonderful communicator.”
He groaned and huffed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t try that with me. That’s my job.”
Laughing, I flopped back on the couch and grinned. “Then don’t start it with me. What did you do, pup?”
Pouting, he sighed. “Why does everyone always say that?”
I just scoffed and waited.
It only took a few seconds for him to sigh and shrug, his sheepishness finally poking out. “I…well, I want you and Ian to go to dinner with me…together…tonight?”
Really?
I thought back to his excited rambling as he’d walked in the door. Desserts. Orgasm bribes. Ian had already agreed to it?
One look at Bishop’s face said I was right…but I wasn’t sure what he wanted out of this.
“Alright.” Doing my best to look relaxed and controlled, I nodded. In the grand scheme of things, this wasn’t completely unexpected. “Where should we take him? You said he wanted dessert?”
If that was an important bribe, then…
“How about we go back to that Italian restaurant? It had a couple of different options.” I wasn’t usually the type to randomly browse the dessert menu, but Bishop had a sweet tooth, so I’d been paying more attention lately.
“That’s a great idea.” He beamed, looking excited and a bit relieved. “I’ll text him in a few minutes and tell him the plan.”
Hmm.
“How about you do it now so he’s not too distracted?” Or worried or obsessing…
“Okay.” Bishop sat up and dug out his phone, taking a moment to tap out a message, smiled, and then surprised me by taking a quick picture. “Ha, that’s perfect.”
Groaning, I shook my head and tried not to smile at his antics. “Did you just send him my picture?”
“Of course. He had to see how sexy you are so he’ll want to come even more.” His beaming smile was utterly genuine as he nodded. “You were looking stern and I got a great angle of your dick.”
Good grief.
I knew I shouldn’t…but I did.
“Why does he need a picture of my package, pup?” His wicked grin said the answer was going to be completely inappropriate.
“One of his first questions about you was if you were big or not. He’s kind of a size queen and he was super excited when I told him you were hung.” Setting his phone down, he popped up on his knees and leaned in to give me a quick kiss. “He appreciates that you let me share what we do.”
Oh yeah, the dirty little cutie was enjoying all the secondhand voyeurism.
And since I was too, there really wasn’t much I could say.
“I’m glad he approved.” There wasn’t anything I could’ve done about it either way. It wasn’t like I’d stood in line for a bigger cock, but I did get a thrill out of knowing they were talking about me.
Bishop giggled, nodding. “Yes, Sir. He did.”
Naughty pup.
Naughty pup who was up to something.
But what?
“Was Ian worried about this?” He had to have been worried. “What did he think?”
Now Bishop looked slightly guilty. “I might’ve asked him while he was…let’s say just a bit distracted. Now he’s slightly nervous and keeps saying he’s going to be embarrassed.”
Because we all knew he liked hearing about what I did with Bishop…and I knew more about his little side than anyone besides Bishop.
There were probably a host of other things I could list off, but that hit the highlights.
“Alright…” Taking a breath, I stroked his cheek again and let the idea roll around in my head. “Pup, why do you want this?”
He shrugged before looking down at my legs like he was trying to memorize the imperfections in the fabric of my jeans. “I…well, part of it is because I want you guys to come look at apartments with me. I tried doing a few this week, but I hated doing it alone, and I don’t want to constantly pester Wesley.”
I could see that being a problem, and he finally looked up, flashing me a grin when I chuckled. “That’s what I have you and Ian for.”
Laughing, I nodded. “I agree, and I think that’s good logic.”
But was that it?
“And if we’re going to be looking at apartments with you, we need to be able to be comfortable around each other.” There was a lot of logic to what he wanted, but part of my brain was going Danger, Will Robinson.