Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He had a good point…maybe several.
“I…” Cashel paused like his brain had run into a brick wall. “Um, I think there are several ways we can organize who gets what done to them but we need to define goals first?”
His brain was equally as interesting.
And it seemed like he didn’t know the answer to the play question either.
“Oh, that’s smart.” Straightening, Gareth turned in a circle, completely forgetting that I’d been washing his hair. “Do you have an opinion?”
On which part?
All of it?
Trying to decide where to start, I did my best to find the beginning as I moved him back under the spray to get the shampoo out. “I thought our first puppy play scene went very well. I thought you were adorable and the puppy collar is going to be just for when you’re a pup because it’s too big to be a regular daytime collar.”
Based on the strangled sound Cashel was making, it would give him a heart attack.
Even if he wasn’t the one wearing it, just walking through campus where Gareth would want to show everyone how cute he looked in his leather collar would be too much for Cashel.
He would be sexy, though, and I couldn’t help caressing right around the base of his neck as I finished getting him all clean.
“If you’d like a collar because you want to feel our ownership of you all the time, we can pick something out that’s more subtle for when you’re a regular sub and not a pup.” The first word that had come to mind was human sub, but since he wasn’t an alien or a real dog when he was a pup, that didn’t feel right.
I probably just needed more sleep…or an orgasm…or both.
What else had Gareth asked about?
Oh, treats.
“I really did promise him dessert, so technically he could mean that, but I think he’d like some attention from us. He’s probably flexible on what kind of attention he gets, though.” And judging by the groan he made, I was right. “There are a lot of ways we can make him feel special for being such a good Handler, though.”
I knew there were a lot of questions in the middle but they all got lumped together with enemas in my head, and I wasn’t sure Cashel was in the right frame of mind for that discussion, so I jumped ahead a bit.
“As far as making love to you goes or even fucking you into the mattress, I’m confident in our relationship, and I don’t think you’d just be using me for my dick or taking advantage of me.” They’d brought me home to meet Brady’s mother…that said I was family. “I’m not sure where you get rose petals, though.”
“Are you allergic?” Gareth asked another random but smart question. “I knew a guy in high school who got hives from them but he didn’t realize that until his girlfriend got him flowers for Valentine's Day trying to be sweet or maybe a Dom of some sort.”
He cocked his head, getting distracted by the memories. “Never mind. That doesn’t matter. I’ll figure that out later.”
Giving him a kiss, I didn’t doubt he’d figure out the details of the other couple’s relationship. “To the best of my knowledge, I am not allergic to any flowers and I’ve never broken out in hives.” I could feel my allergies a bit in the spring when the pollen was bad but that didn’t seem like the same thing. “I’m not sure I can help with the boy and his possible Dom girlfriend, though.”
Some people figured that stuff out earlier than others.
“Thanks.” He gave me a cute peck on the cheek before pushing back the curtain. “Shift change.”
He was adorably insane.
Cashel sighed, clearly not appreciating the romance of being treated like a short-order cook. “You’re dripping.”
Gareth scoffed, grabbing a towel with one hand and his dick with the other. “Not anymore. I already came.”
For some reason, Cashel didn’t find him as entertaining as I did, so I was the only one who laughed. That had him rolling his eyes as he stripped off his underwear and climbed into the shower. “Why are you encouraging him?”
“Because he’s cute.” Shrugging, I did my best to look straight-faced as Cashel sighed. “And he’s funny.”
“You’re both insane.” He might’ve sounded like he was an eighty-year-old man who was getting ready to yell at me and Gareth to get off his lawn, but I got a kiss and there was a twinkle in his eyes. “And you do it deliberately.”
Taking a page from Brady’s book, I gave Cashel wide eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re all just very interesting people and that can’t be helped.”
From the other side of the curtain, I could see Gareth’s head bobbing up and down so fast I was worried about whiplash.