Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“I want you to help teach me how to defend myself,” I blurted, looking up at him.
His shoulders deflated, and he softly laughed, shaking his head. I frowned. Why was he laughing at me? My heart clenched, my throat convulsing. “That’s it?” he asked me. “That’s what had you so worked up?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head, my voice failing me. He brushed his hand over his buzzed hair, shaking his head. “Fuck, I thought it was something bad, baby boy.” He picked up his fork and leaned back over the table, nodding his head at my own container. “Eat.”
“So, will you?” I asked, feeling a little more relaxed now that he wasn’t mad at me. He hadn’t said yes yet, but he also hadn’t outright said no. If Tango was going to tell me no, he would’ve done so immediately after the words fell from my lips.
He nodded. “We’ll start early in the morning before Scorpion calls for church,” he told me. I groaned, suddenly second-guessing my decision. Tango laughed again, and the husky, deep sound had my heart swelling in my chest. It felt ten sizes too big for my chest cavity, and for a moment, I feared it would split me right open. Tango didn’t laugh often, but when he did, his laugh never failed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like the warmest, softest blanket was draped over me.
“Early mornings suck,” I muttered, stabbing a piece of shrimp.
“Too bad,” Tango told me. “Exercise will do you good anyway, boy. And tomorrow afternoon, we’ll get some gun safety in, yeah?”
I nodded. “Okay. But I want a nap somewhere in between.”
Tango smirked at me. “Sure, baby.”
My cheeks reddened. I focused back on my food, ignoring how my body reacted to Tango’s smirk and laugh. I was hard as a rock.
Hopefully, my dick would soften before I had to get up and throw my trash away. I wasn’t sure how to explain a boner to Tango… or anyone else currently in the room.
My dick wilted at that thought. Well… that did the trick.
7
Tango
Gabriel groaned and shoved the pillow over his head. He was normally sweet and kind and willing to do whatever I told him to do.
That was unless he was being woken up before he was ready to be awake, even if this had been his idea the entire time. Then, he was grouchy and bratty.
And fuck, it did something to my cock every single time. My palm itched to spank the brat out of him and watch his eyes go all hazy as he gave in to me and let me take control of his body, his orgasms…
No, Tango.
I halted those thoughts immediately. I could not fucking go there. Not when I was wearing a pair of gray sweats that would do nothing to hide how hard I currently was for him. I wanted Gabriel all the time. It was so damn easy to fantasize about what I’d do to him, the way I’d take care of him. How I’d fuck my cock inside his tight little ass and own him.
I wrapped my hand around my cock hard enough that I had to bite my tongue to swallow my groan of pain. But my dick went down, which was what I needed it to do.
“Baby boy, get out of bed,” I ordered. He swatted my hand away when I gently shook him. Sighing, I gripped the sheets and ripped them back. He squeaked and curled into a ball. I sighed. “Gabriel, now,” I warned him. “You asked for me to help train you. Don’t waste my time, boy.”
He groaned, sounding like a wild animal. I had to bite back a smile. How the fuck was one boy this damn adorable?
“I changed my mind,” he rasped, still curled into that tight little ball as if he’d be able to somehow stay warm without the blankets covering him.
This boy…
I grabbed the pillow and yanked it off his head and out of his grip before swatting his bottom with it. He whined and rolled onto his back, squinting up at me, his eyes hazy with sleep. I only had the lamp on, knowing bright light bothered his eyes early in the morning. “You didn’t change your mind,” I told him. I gripped his upper arms and heaved him into a sitting position. He pouted at me, and fuck, I wanted to do nothing more than kiss that sweet pout right off his kissable lips. “Bathroom. Brush your teeth. Comb your hair. Change into the clothes I put out for you on the counter. Put on your bedroom slippers and meet me downstairs. Clear?”
He nodded and yawned, reaching up to rub his eyes. “Clear,” he mumbled, his voice heavily tinged with sleep, making it deeper and huskier.