Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Yep, no manners at all.
Instead of leaving, he went back to his folded arms stance. “No. I’m not taking the word of a nosy stranger that they’re fine. No one has seen them since yesterday and the orgasm note did not help my…Brady from worrying.”
This was going nowhere.
“Everyone in the building knows he’s a little and you’re his Daddy, so I think it’s perfectly fine to call him your sub or your boy.” I was just being helpful but he nearly growled. “Did you get enough sleep? Was Brady up late again?”
They kept the weirdest schedule sometimes.
“This building has no fucking soundproofing.” His frown seemed to think that was somehow my fault but it was one of my favorite parts about the complex, so I smiled.
“I know. It’s great.” Clearly, he didn’t appreciate learning so much about his neighbors. “So, you wanted to see proof of life?”
This just kept getting more and more fun.
I thought I was hilarious but he sighed. “Yes.”
I was starting to see why he made Gareth so nervous.
“Let me see if that’s possible.” Trying to still be polite, I gestured toward the door. “If your attitude comes any further in my apartment, we’re going to have words. Because you make my boys very uncomfortable when you get like this. However, if we can both behave like civilized Doms, I won’t tell Brady’s mother about your lack of manners.”
There was a spark of laughter in the grumpy Dom’s eyes as Cashel sucked in a dramatic breath again like I’d just hauled out the big guns and he wasn’t sure what he thought about that.
“Understood.” The attitude eased back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the threat or if he finally realized I wasn’t someone he needed to worry about.
“Thank you.” As I turned away from the door and headed back toward the bedroom, Jude was polite and stayed where he was, not coming deeper into the apartment, which I appreciated. “One second.”
Yep, the timer was about to go off.
Taking the cream cheese and cherry pastries out of the oven had the wonderful smell filling the apartment, but it didn’t give Cashel very much time to figure out what he was thinking.
My cautious boy wasn’t going to like a surprise like Jude showing up unannounced, so I tried to give him a moment, but that might not have been long enough judging by his wide eyes as he sat on my bed.
“He’s here.” The nearly silently mouthed words said more than his actual sentence had, so I nodded and walked over to crouch down in front of him.
“Yes.” I kept my voice quiet enough that Jude couldn’t hear, but not as low as Cashel’s. “He and Brady were worried about you two, and it seems that Gareth’s note might’ve been a bit confusing.”
That finally got a smile from Cashel and he looked relaxed enough that I reached up and cupped his cheek. “But he’s not here because he’s angry. He’s just not good at opening up to people.”
Something about his demeanor said he had a troubled background, but he was one of the only private enough people in the building that I didn’t know much about his life.
The bed gave Cashel just enough height on me that he had to lean down to give me a kiss as he continued to nuzzle my hand. “He’s always…he’s very…”
“Jude.” My answer got another smile from him.
“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, Cashel looked toward the doorway and smiled as Gareth’s voice escaped the bathroom as he sang one of the recent pop hits. “He’s going to be really glad he missed this.”
I wasn’t sure about that, but the way he was working his way through top hits of the past twenty years said he wasn’t rushing out of the bathroom.
“He seems to like the shower even if he doesn’t get to come.” My teasing response got a blush from Cashel, but it also seemed to give him a boost of confidence because he sat straighter. “You ready to go show Jude that I haven’t abducted you?”
“Proof of life.” He couldn’t seem to decide if he found it funny or not and finally just nodded. “Yeah.”
As I rose, I held out my hand and smiled as he took it. “Come on, cutie. Let’s get this over with and then we’ll have breakfast.”
Judging from how long Gareth had been in the shower, he should be almost done.
Orgasmless showers could only take so long, even when we had a budding pop star in the making.
“Breakfast smells really good.” The easier topic finally made Cashel smile. “I bet they look very fancy.”
“Good enough to impress Brady’s mom if we need a bribe. So don’t worry.” The subtle reminder about my threat had his eyes brightening…but that only lasted until we got to the living room.