Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I hold my hand up. “Boy Scout’s honor. I won’t try to get you inside, or get inside you. This time.” I add the caveat at the end just in the nick of time to not make myself a liar later.
“Too bad,” she teases, tilting her head and giving me sexy eyes.
“Besides, come in for a second? I’m insulted.” I curl my lip like that’s downright offensive but then point at her pretty face and add, “And you’re gonna make me lose every single one of my Boy Scout patches if you keep flirting like that.”
As she pulls out of the parking lot, she asks, “Were you really a Scout?”
I give her a devilish look and spread my thighs a bit more, giving my cock room to breathe. “Nope. Never even been camping, but I’ve pitched a few tents.”
I don’t miss her eyes dropping to my crotch or the way her breathing speeds up.
CHAPTER 21
DANI
The drive to Kyle’s doesn’t take long, and though I try to get him to tell me where we’re going, he stays tight-lipped about it, which only makes me more curious. We trade vehicles, and as I climb into the passenger seat, he whistles, bringing Peanut Butter barreling out of the house and straight into the back seat of the cab.
The dog plants his paws on the seat, nearly falling over it into the front in his excitement, but I manage to steady him and he lays his head into my offered hand, leaning into my scratches. He’s definitely a cuddle-bug, that’s for damn sure.
“Do you know where we’re going, sweet boy?” I ask the dog, wondering if he’ll tell me when Kyle won’t. To his credit, he barks in answer, but unfortunately, I don’t know what he said.
“Don’t tell her, man. It’s a surprise,” Kyle jokingly scolds, and Peanut Butter huffs out an annoyed snort as he lies down across the back with his legs stretched out behind him.
“Now, I’m extra curious. Dog park?” I wonder aloud, but Kyle grins and mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key.
I’m not the pouting type, so I clack my teeth in his direction, threatening to bite him. But he laughs at my attempt at being menacing. “You’re acting like that’s something I wouldn’t want. You can bite me anytime, almost anywhere.”
I snarl, curling my lip up. But the truth is he’s putting dirty, sexy thoughts in my head that do their job at distracting me from my curiosity about our destination.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you’re mad at me.” The compliment is delivered with another of his cocky smirks.
“That probably says something unflattering about my anger management and your lack of self-preservation.”
“Nah, you’re pretty when you’re not mad too.”
I tilt my head, charmed by his flirting. At least enough to stop asking where we’re going until he pulls up in front of a nondescript house on the other side of town. “Stay here for a second, ‘kay? Just picking something up.”
He’s driving me crazy on purpose, so this had better be worth it.
He hops out and walks up to meet the guy coming out the front door with a big box in his arms. I can’t hear them, but I watch closely as the man sets the box down and opens a flap so Kyle can peer inside. They talk a little bit, and then the guy gives the box one more look, his eyes welling up. He nods to Kyle and then shuffles back inside as Kyle brings the box to the truck.
I hop out, opening the back door for him, both so he can put his box inside and so I can try to suss out what’s in this mystery box.
It’s then I hear the whimpering.
“Oh, my god, what is that?”
Kyle sets the box in the seat as Peanut Butter scoots over to make room and he moves to let me look inside.
“Puppies? What’re you doing with four puppies?” Even as I ask, I’m reaching in to pick one up. I cradle it to my chest, petting it gently and cooing in a mix of English and Spanish.
“Get in the back with them and I’ll explain on the way to Maggie’s.”
My eyes leap to Kyle’s, suspicion already brewing, though I try to remind myself of earlier when I jumped to a wrong conclusion too quickly. “Who’s Maggie?”
The change in my tone is obvious, even to my ears, but Kyle doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he chuckles as he points into the back seat of the truck. I narrow my eyes, aiming for accusatory, but not sure I quite get there. With a huff, I do as he silently asked, climbing in and situating the box between me and Peanut Butter, who’s sniffing the pups.
When Kyle starts driving away, he finally explains, “Maggie runs the rescue where Peanut Butter and I volunteer. It’s where I got him from, in fact. She texted this morning and asked if I could pick up an orphaned litter and bring them in.”