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)
Gareth kissed my cheek, smiling sweetly as he snuggled up to Cashel and closed his eyes. The bed was almost too small for all three of us, but he seemed to love the way it made us curl up together. “We’ll always need you.”
And I would always need them.
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“He asked me if I’d moved in with you.” Cashel’s frustrated glare was so adorable I had to remind myself that he required sympathy not snickers. “Not doing the walk of shame this week threw him so much he asked what was going on. I can’t win.”
Gareth decided to be the helpful one as Cashel threw himself on the couch. “Well, at least he was concerned about you?”
Cashel didn’t seem to appreciate his look-on-the-bright-side mentality and seemed like he was trying to decide where to hide Gareth’s body. “I don’t even know his name. I don’t know what his major is. I don’t even know if he’s Singing Guy. He should not be that concerned about my well-being.”
I decided it probably wasn’t the time to volunteer what I knew about him and his roommates, and Gareth was smart enough that all it took was the shake of my head for him to figure out he shouldn’t ask. We could talk about that when Cashel wasn’t quite so insane.
It couldn’t all be about one comment from a neighbor, so I decided it was probably more about having a long week in general. That was something I could help with. Nosy neighbors were harder to fix. I knew that firsthand.
“Well, I like seeing your clothes in my dresser and seeing your shampoo beside mine.” That had him blushing and groaning, and I couldn’t help chuckling. “And that mousse and the sprays and your brushes.”
Gareth was staring up at the ceiling trying not to giggle as Cashel grumbled and blushed even redder. They were so cute I couldn’t help walking over to the couch and leaning over to pin my light against it.
He made the softest moan, trying not to show how much he liked the possessive show, but I knew better. So I leaned down and kissed along his neck, moaning as I tasted his skin. “I love seeing all your things beside mine and knowing that you’ll stay with me anytime I want to hold my boys.”
His grumbles and moans were getting mixed up, but he was doing his best to hold on to his frustration. “That’s all the time.”
Hmm.
It was and I knew that made him happy but there was something in his grumbles we were going to come back to. “It is.”
Kissing along his jaw, I finally took his lips in a long, slow kiss and poured all my love and desire into it. There was no way my grumpy light could fight that and soon he was reaching up to wrap his arms around my neck and whining for more.
When I finally eased back, I could see that most of the stress had faded. “How about we go out tonight? It’s been a while since we had dinner out.”
We all seemed to be mostly homebodies and were happy with takeout or trading off between me and Cashel making dinner, but I also thought a change of scenery would do him good. I knew I was right when there was a spark in his eyes and he slowly nodded. “Yeah, I like that idea.”
Gareth was bouncing and in definite need of puppy time, but he was doing his best to stay focused on the conversation. “Is this a two-sides-of-the-triangle date or an all-three one?”
As I straightened and took Cashel’s hand to pull our drama queen off the couch, he finally laughed. “Can your pup stay put while we all go out or should we go on a walk and pick up something closer?”
Shaking his head, Gareth stood straighter and looked down at his body like he hadn’t realized he’d been pacing in the living room. “No, he’s wiggly but we would both like Italian. He wants a full tummy when we play later.”
I wasn’t sure that was a good idea at all and judging by Cashel’s eye roll he was on the same page, so I scrambled for another plan. “How about a moderate tummy and then playtime and we curl up for dessert at bedtime?”
Gareth and his pup loved that idea. His whole body seemed to light up as he nodded. “That works for both of us.”
Cashel managed not to remind Gareth that his pup wasn’t alive in his head, but it was a close call. I was pretty sure that Gareth was just fucking with Cashel because he never did it when it was just the two of us, but I wasn’t going to ask because not knowing was much more fun.
“Then we have a plan.” Giving Cashel another quick kiss, I glanced over at Gareth who was somehow not wearing pants even though he’d only been home about twenty minutes. “But you are going to need more clothes than that.”