Damaged Like Us Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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“Lean back,” Farrow says, sipping his beer.

I do, and we’re shoulder-to-shoulder. But my narrowed eyes remain plastered on my cousin and her bodyguard. I lower my voice, ensuring only Farrow can hear. “Do they look super close to you? More than a buddy-guard?”

“No.” He sips his beer, at total ease right now. I observe my cousin. She shoves Akara’s carved bicep, laughing as he hides the bowl behind his back.

I grimace—are they flirting? I try not to even touch my mixed feelings. I’m a hypocrite if I dislike the mere idea of Sulli with her bodyguard, but some part of me tramples through the “Hulk-Smash Akara” territory. “You sure?”

Farrow turns his head to whisper in my ear. “I’ve known Akara a long time, and he’d never cross that line with Sulli. He’s a security lead. He’s too professional. And he knows Ryke Meadows would kill him.”

My dad will kill you. My jaw tenses, and he must sense my sudden thought.

He whispers up against my ear again. “If your dad scared me, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

That reminds me…I haven’t regretted crossing a line with Farrow. Not once.

My shoulders lower a fraction, and Farrow bites into an English muffin, sandwiched with egg, bacon and cheese. Which he made at his townhouse after showering and brought it here. Even though we bought snacks for tonight.

His love of breakfast foods has no bounds. Farrow will literally order sunny-side up eggs and sausage seven days in a row for every meal.

Farrow extends the half-bitten sandwich to me.

“I thought you don’t share.”

He licks his thumb, lips lifting. “I share with you, only.”

I grab the sandwich. “Because I’m your client.”

“Try again.”

Because I’m your… “You tell me.” Are we labeling this relationship—I don’t know? This is my first relationship—when do the labels come? Maybe Farrow has like a six-month minimum before he considers a person his…

I watch him survey the room out of his peripheral. Farrow being subtly alert of our surroundings—I love. I’m more obvious. Staring straight on.

Janie uses the remote to find a horror movie on Netflix. Akara and Sulli are chatting quietly, and she’s stacking chips on a donut. Quinn plays with Ophelia, the white cat scurrying beneath his muscular legs.

“Maximoff.” Farrow captures my gaze. He stops himself from speaking more, and I can’t feel disappointed. Because I know he sees someone watching us. He stares straight ahead at the television.

I take a bite of his food before handing the sandwich back. Then I unscrew my water bottle and swig.

“What the hell is up with this one?” Quinn frowns at a calico kitten pawing at his ankle.

“It hates you, Oliveira,” Farrow says into a swig of beer.

“He,” Janie corrects Farrow with a pointed look; when she sees me watching, she forces a smile like we’re friends; don’t worry, Moffy.

Did that convince anyone? Wallpaper, lamp, table, man on the moon—you all fucking convinced? Me neither.

“What?” Quinn says to Farrow, seeming genuinely upset at that idea. “He doesn’t hate me. I’m great with animals. Before I boxed pro, I could’ve been a dog whisperer.” He clucks his tongue at the kitten and makes a cooing noise.

Solo cup in hand, Akara leans towards Quinn. “Hey, you do know that’s a cat, not a dog.”

Quinn laughs with all of us. I’ve never seen any metaphorical jab knock him down. He sips his rum and Fizz. “I had a dog growing up.”

“What kind?” Sulli asks, and Janie lands on A Nightmare on Elm Street and mouths to me and Farrow, yes or no.

I give her a thumbs-up.

Farrow purposefully puts his thumb-down.

I right up his fucking thumb.

He wears a self-satisfied expression like I just agreed to jerk him off. Not equivalent, but I am giving him a hell of a lot of attention. And he’s making me aware of that.

Quinn replies to my cousin, “I had a husky.”

“I had a husky too,” Sulli says, and the room goes quiet. To Quinn, my cousin adds, “She died a while back.”

“Yeah, I know. I saw on…” Quinn trails off and clears his throat.

“Twitter,” Farrow says.

More confidently, Quinn tells Sulli, “It was actually Facebook.”

If the Meadows had a fifth family member, it wouldn’t be me. It’d be Coconut the Husky. You loved that dog. I loved that damn dog, and we were all sad when she finally passed from old age.

Quinn tries to pet the calico kitten, and he bites his finger. “Jane?”

“Carpenter likes vegetables. Just toss him one of those baby tomatoes.”

Quinn stretches towards the veggie tray and then throws a tomato beneath the loveseat. Carpenter dashes after it.

He shakes his head. “That’s not natural.”

Akara motions his cup to the television. “Are we still doing the drinking game?”

“Yeah,” Sulli nods repeatedly. “Jane has the rules.”

“Right.” Jane is busy smashing her beanbag. She’s usually next to me during these kinds of things, and she’s sort of off in a corner.



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