Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Z’s a hot guy, right?” Derek asks. “He has a twin brother with that same tattoo. Oh, Z and I had some good times.”
“Wait. You’ve hooked up with him?”
“Oh, Evan,” he says, setting his hand on my shoulder. “You dear, sweet, innocent thing. You might be one of the few people in this world who I haven’t hooked up with. Now get over here, and let’s see if we can find you some pants.”
He guides me to a rack of leather pants.
“What’s your waist?” he asks. “Like fourteen?” He’s clearly mocking me. “What’s the ugliest pair I can find so you can make me look better by comparison?”
I enjoy Derek’s playfulness. When we first met, it was a little difficult for me to tell when he was joking and when he wasn’t, but after a while, I acclimated to his sense of humor and appreciated his jokes for what they were.
As I laugh, he adds, “Please. I still hold my own. Have you seen this ass?”
When we finish finding pants, Derek starts checking out the harnesses before he gets distracted by some handcuffs hanging from nails on the wall. “Oh, I totally need a new pair of cuffs.”
“What?”
He eyes me peculiarly. “A new pair of cuffs. Come on, Evan, don’t play like you’ve never messed around in some of these.”
I shake my head. “I’m not really into BDSM or anything.”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, my sweet summer child. You don’t have to be into hard-core BDSM to have a little fun with toys. It can just be a fun time.”
“So you like, let Jackson cuff you to the bed or something?”
As much as I’m acting scandalized, the whole thing actually sounds kind of exciting.
“Are you telling me that Peter never cuffed you to the bed and took advantage of you?”
I shake my head.
“Oh my God! And you were upset about him cheating on you? This is so much worse.”
I chuckle, practically giggle, at his tease. “Shut up! You guys really do that?”
“Yeah. Jackson and I like to spice things up in the bedroom. We’ll bring some cuffs in…I have this little naval officer outfit I’ll wear around to get him going…and recently, we’ve been really playing around with this spanking thing.”
“Spanking?”
“Yeah, like I’ll do something bad, and then Daddy will need to punish me.”
“Like he’ll hit you?”
“Not to hurt me, Evan. He’s just doing it playfully. Like in porn. My ass will get a little red, but it’ll be gone the next day.”
“Letting someone spank you doesn’t seem a little weird?”
“Only if by ‘weird’ you mean ‘hot.’ And it’s not like he’s sitting there spanking me for ten minutes nonstop. That lasts for two seconds before he’s balls-deep in my ass, but you get my point.”
I glance around, kind of uneasy about the idea of someone having heard Derek say that out loud, something I do fairly frequently when I’m around him. But of course, it’s still just us in the shop.
Z returns with some harnesses that we try on, looking in the floor-length mirror on display until Derek finds, what he has determined, is the perfect harness for the party. As we’re checking out, I find my gaze returning to that puppy hood on display behind the register.
I don’t know why it’s still on my mind.
I’d seen a guy in one of these masks at a Flirt costume-themed party. He was having a blast, bouncing around, acting like a dog. He growled and got down on all fours…even chased his tail. He was having a fantastic time, and everyone was taking pictures with him. I thought it seemed so nice that he was able to sort of be in disguise and just let go, have fun, be totally uninhibited. Not only did it look like he was having a good time, but everyone else was enjoying it too.
I must’ve looked too long, because Z glances behind him and sees what I’m looking at.
“You like that?” he asks.
Before I can reply, Derek spits out, “If he doesn’t, I sure do. That looks hot.”
“What?” I’m having a face-as-red-as-a-cherry moment again. “You don’t think it’s a little weird?”
Derek shrugs. “What? A little puppy play?”
“You know what it is?”
I know that much. After I saw it that night at Flirt, I Googled it, but I didn’t look into puppy play much since I was worried Peter would see what I was searching online. And then after he gave me shit for looking at the hood, I just pushed the thought away entirely.
It feels so stupid to be embarrassed over something like this, but it’s such a strange thing, and I’m not exactly sure why it even interests me.
What about it do I find so appealing?
But it’s kind of nice hearing Derek talk about it, not like it’s this strange thing, but as something that could be hot.