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)
I sit down next to him on the couch, wondering if I’m reading his cues correctly. Pup Runt curls into a ball next to me, bone in his mouth. Is this his way of saying he just wants to relax? He’s tired of training? It’s been over half an hour like we’d discussed when he was Evan.
Picking up the remote, I turn the TV on to a recorded episode of Drag Race. Feet on the coffee table, I reach over and rub Pup’s belly while watching the show. He turns slightly, giving me better access to him.
He drops the bone from his mouth, keeping it in front of him like I imagine a dog would truly do with his toy. A gentle “Ruff,” surprises me, Pup’s head rubbing against my thigh.
“Someone likes belly rubs.” I continue to pet his belly as Pup Runt lies against me while I watch the show. It feels…fuck, it feels nice. Relaxing. I like doing this for him, being this to him; spoiling him and giving him affection fills a need inside me too.
When the show’s over, I ask, “Can I get Evan back?” Again, I have no fucking clue if I’m supposed to say that. If he’s supposed to come in and out of pup space himself, if he was truly there or what, but Evan sits up and cocks his head at me before giving me his paws.
I take one mitt off, then the other. I move to his hood next and then it’s him, looking at me. For a moment, I consider reaching for the collar, but I don’t. It looks hot as fuck against his skin, and I’m not ready to lose it yet.
“Ev?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He looks down at the bone, and I immediately see his body language change as though he’s remembering what he did and feeling embarrassed.
“Hey, none of that.” I pull him onto my lap, and he comes easily, straddling my legs as he faces me. I turn the TV off and say, “Don’t be embarrassed by that, okay? Fuck, I loved it. I really fucking loved it. Did you? Did I do okay?”
“What? Oh my God, Frankie. You were awesome. You’re really worried about that?”
“Of course I am. You’re putting a lot of trust in me, and I don’t want to let you down.” Even the thought makes my gut clench.
“Shut up.” He swats my chest. “You could never let me down. That was…that was perfect.”
“What did it feel like?” I rub my hands up and down his thighs.
“It’s hard to explain. I could feel myself slipping in and out of it. I don’t think I went as deep as I’m supposed to. In fact, I know I didn’t but…it felt good. It felt freeing in a way I can’t really explain. I wanted to make you proud, though. Like, I could feel this need to please you. When you told me…” He looks away, shyly.
“Hey, none of that, remember?” I hook my finger beneath his chin and turn his head back in my direction.
Hazel eyes firmly on mine, he says, “When you told me I was a good boy, a good pup, this jolt of pleasure, of happiness and pride rushed through me. I felt like a good boy, like I’d done a good job and I wanted that. Oh, God. That sounds stupid.”
My dick hardens, my skin tingly and on fire. “That is about the furthest thing from stupid there is. That sounds hot as fuck. Christ, Ev. You really don’t know, do you? You don’t know what seeing you like that does to me, or hearing what you said does to me? What it would do to any man with a brain in their head. You are sexy as hell. I’m so damn proud of what you just did, and I’m honored I get to do it with you. It brings me pleasure to call you my good boy too…and to know what that gives you.”
Something changes in the room then, as if some snap of electricity fills the air, a current zipping between us. Evan looks at me, licks his lip, sucks the damn thing into his mouth, and suddenly, I’m wondering what he tastes like.
He’s been what I consider my best friend for months, and of course, I’ve always known he’s fucking gorgeous, but this moment feels different—both heavy and light at the same time.
“Frankie?” he says softly as though he can sense the change too. His hands rest on my shoulders. He moves his left one closer, brushing his thumb against my stubble.
Then my arms are lifting and I’m cupping his face and pulling him closer. I have no idea what in the fuck I’m doing, why I suddenly need to kiss him, but I do. His eyes close and he whispers, “Frankie,” again, making me realize we’re so damn close, I feel his breath against my lips. It’s a second later, and my mouth is on his. My tongue slips inside, and he lets me. Evan tastes like Reese’s Pieces, which I’ve never been fond of, but in this moment, they might be my favorite.