Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Would he come to regret leaving everything here behind? Would he regret everything he might be giving up? Would I?
No. No matter how things had started for us, he was Master and he was Owen. I couldn’t imagine not having him with me. “We have time to pick out a place and to plan it out. You need to finish school and then if we sell the house, that can give us a good nest egg to start with. Depending on what kind of job I can get, I could start paying off student loans and stuff and we could be in great shape.”
Owen seemed to relax, and he nodded, smiling at me. “That could work. And it’s not like I’m at a dead end,” he reminded me. “No shortage of job openings, but there’s apparently a shortage of people as crazy as me. But who knows? You could get some kind of great job that pays a fortune. I could totally be your house husband, and we could live in style.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I’m not sure you’d stay sane doing that. I think a bored Owen would be a dangerous Owen. I like the idea of making a fortune though.” The idea of not having to worry about money was there, in our future. We just had to get there. I was tired of cheap meals and counting every dime at the grocery store. I wondered what it said about me when the first thing I thought of was being able to buy anything I wanted at the store. Steaks, a roast… I might not be able to cook it, but with real money we could learn.
“Stay sane?” Owen arched a brow. “I’d have to be sane now for that to be a problem, big brother.” “Well, no one could accuse you of that.” I took a deep breath then gave him a kiss. “Come on. First step in getting everything on track is cleaning out their room and getting the house in order.”
Owen was the one to hesitate then, but he got up slowly and stretched, looking at me and offering his hand. “Let’s get this over with then,” he said. “And if you need me to finish it out… I can. Okay?”
This sweet Owen was someone I could get addicted to. “Thank you.” Standing up, I took a step toward Owen and reached out to take his hand. Just the fact it didn’t seem odd or wrong was still shocking. “I think I’m finally ready. It’s not as scary as it was last time.”
I was ready for us to move on.
He squeezed my hand and nodded. “Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I will.” The Owen I’d fallen in love with wouldn’t let it get to that point though. He’d take care of me. Owen led us through the house and up the stairs. He’d already gotten a lot done, so there wasn’t much left to finish. We only had to pack the things that were going to Goodwill in the car and box up the stuff we were going to keep. It probably wouldn’t take long, but I didn’t want to hurry through it.
When it was done, we both had homework… and I had a paper to start.
Chapter 18 Owen
It had been a busy, chaotic, horrible night filled with asshole humans and their tiny spawn. Normally, I’d have been in a foul mood when I’d walked out of the door. This time, though, as I locked up — locked up, like a proper adult with some degree of authority — I was torn between hopeless impatience and anxiety… and excitement. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my hand on Adrian’s ass, about the way the plug might make the tail wag just a bit more when I did spank him. I’d had to think of disturbing things more than once to get my mind back out of the gutter. Luckily, the customers were more than happy to oblige.
None of it could ruin my mood, though, and Brad gave me a sidelong look. “You’re in a really good mood,” he noted.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I replied as I tossed the keys up in the air and caught them.
“Gonna share why?” he asked. “Oh, just have some good plans for tonight,” I told him vaguely. On a typical day, I’d have made some joke about being able to get off now that I’d gotten off work, but it wasn’t what I was thinking about.
I was wielding a semi already, but it wasn’t about me.
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t have too much fun.”
I clucked my tongue at him. “Someone’s gotta have enough fun for both of us,” I retorted. I waved as I got into the car, already anticipating going home to Adrian… which was fucking weird on all sorts of levels. I wanted to go home, wanted to be with my brother, wanted to see how much I could get him to beg for release…