Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“For good. Why do you say it like that?”
“Because you’re obviously looking for something you can’t seem to find,” I reply and his forehead wrinkles. Jackpot.
“Perceptive-ass Frankie.” He takes a swallow of his beer and then his brows lift. He sets the glass down and smiles, making me turn around to see who he’s looking at.
“Oh fuck,” sort of slips out of my mouth. “They’re brothers, aren’t they?”
“Looks like it to me.”
One of the dark-haired guys winks at us while the other looks away bashfully.
“I call dibs on the shy one,” Donovan says, making me laugh. My dick perks up a little because I haven’t seen any action other than my own hand in weeks. Just haven’t felt like it much lately. Not with all the puppy training and everything.
“You can have them both. Not really feelin’ it tonight.”
“You’re not feeling them?” he asks, doubt in his voice.
“Oh, no. I have eyes in my head. I see how fucking hot they are. I just…” What the fuck is wrong with me? There’s no reason not to be interested in them, even if it’s just to have a drink with a chat. But I just… “I don’t know what’s up with me. I’m just not interested.”
“Well, I can tell you what’s not up then.”
I pick up a french fry and throw it at Donovan who laughs. “Why don’t you go?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good. It’s nice to see you again. We didn’t get to catch up much the other night.”
It doesn’t surprise me that he said that. We’ve always been pretty close.
We hang out for another hour or so before I glance at my cell and realize Evan’s been home from work for over an hour. We didn’t talk specifically about puppy play tonight but we’ve been doing it daily, at least for a little while the past few days. “I’m gonna order some food for Evan and then get going.”
“Okay, sounds good. Hit me up if you go out anytime soon. I’m down to hang.”
I nod. It would be fun. I think Donovan would get along well with Evan and the guys. He stays with me as I wait for Evan’s fish and chips to be ready. I pay and then we say our good-byes outside before I make the short walk to Metropolis.
My body sags against the elevator as I head upstairs. It feels good to be heading back home. Mom was right—I’m in a strange sort of funk right now. Nothing major but it comes and goes. I hate that even after all these years, the sperm donor affects me so much, especially around this time.
The second I get into our unit and close the door behind me, Evan comes bounding around the corner, all geared up in his collar, hood, and gloves. Just before he reaches me, I manage to set his food on the counter.
“Someone’s happy to see me. Such a good pup.” I kneel, petting him behind his ears, and on his neck. Pup Runt’s front paws land on my chest, pushing me to my back as he wiggles on top of me, nosing my neck and face.
Laughter pours out of me, loud and fucking genuine. “That’s a good boy. Such a good boy, so happy to see your person, aren’t you?”
As he shakes his ass and licks my face, I realize this is exactly what I’ve needed all day.
15
Evan
After our impromptu puppy training session, I shower off before slipping into a pair of pajama bottoms. I’m starving, and I’m relieved Frankie picked up some food for me while he was out…because a bunch of Reese’s Pieces really aren’t going to cut it.
But that’s going to have to wait. There’s something that’s on my mind—something I need to chat with Frankie about.
I head into his room.
He sits up at the headboard of his bed, a couple of pillows behind him. In just a pair of boxers, his laptop resting on his thighs, I can’t help but appreciate the view. Frankie pulls his earbuds out as I enter.
“Everything okay?” I ask him. I stretch out across the foot of the bed, resting on my side and propping myself up on my elbow.
During our training session, it was almost like with each command or game, Frankie started to relax more and more. It was like he’d been wound up so tight and the more he got lost in the experience we shared, the more he was able to let go and enjoy himself the way he usually does.
It surprised me. I figured it’d be fun to get some training in tonight, but for some reason, I felt like he needed it to distract himself from something.
“Why’d you ask that?” he asks.
“You seemed a little off when you first came in. I know you visited with your mom today, so I thought maybe it had something to do with that.”