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)
“Yeah.” All I could do was accept it at face value, though, because he was Gareth. “You?”
His slow nod wasn’t a surprise, neither was the way his gaze went back to the door. “He’d probably like you in that blue shirt if he likes your ass. It looks good from the back.”
Wait.
Nope.
I wasn’t going to ask.
“Alright. But you should wear that black one. He’d like that.” For very similar reasons. “You don’t mind that, though, right?”
I wasn’t sure if the question made sense or not when Gareth frowned. “That he likes your ass?”
Nodding, I kept my mouth shut since I wasn’t sure what else to say. If I opened it, more of the questions in my head might pop out.
Shrugging, Gareth didn’t think it was one of the weirdest questions I’d ever asked him. “No, it’s fair.”
That was the least helpful answer ever, so I just changed the subject. “Do you think he’s going to stay just as polite and cheerful?”
First impressions were sometimes wildly off base with what would actually turn up on a date.
He just answered my question with a question of his own. “Do you think he’s going to keep saying everything that pops into his head? He kind of reminds me of Brady…but different.”
Gareth knew the guy was a Dom with no filter but didn’t seem to have the vocabulary to explain it. I had a tiny bit of the vocabulary but no experience and nothing in my head that made any sense at all.
For some reason, I seemed to have been the only one to do any research after Brady had first explained he was a little looking for a Daddy and not just a stressed-out freshman who was more than a bit weird.
The weirdness had grown on me, and it’d grown on Gareth too, but Brady had never been pushy about it. Honestly, a bit of push and a few conversations might’ve been a good idea. But looking back, it’d been such a culture shock from the way we’d been raised, it was like moving in with an alien.
Just a really polite one with a huge family.
They’d grown on both of us too.
“Yeah.” Going back to the question Gareth had asked, I nodded and shifted my gaze to study the door too. “He’s probably going to get worse once you’ve decided that you know him well enough to figure out the spanking thing with him.”
Gareth was one fucking surprise after another.
“We’ve decided.” He cocked his head, finally turning back to me again and giving me a look that said he thought I hadn’t been paying attention. “He’s dating both of us, and you heard him, we’re family. We do everything together.”
For fuck’s sake.
What the hell did that mean?
Gareth seemed to think it was the most rational discussion ever, but he was ridiculously unhelpful.
“Okay, yeah, good point.” Clearly, he wasn’t the only insane party in the room. “But we’ve got to figure his name out before the date. Can you imagine what Brady’s mom would say if she knew we went out on a date and didn’t know his name?”
The that’s not safe lecture would go on for days.
Gareth’s wince said he realized that too. “Um, is our name on the mailboxes?”
Good question.
“I don’t know.” I’d seen it too many times to remember what it said. “Would Jude know? He’s bossy enough to know everyone’s names just because.”
Frowning, Gareth shrugged. “I’m not sure I want to be the one to tell Jude we’re dating the cheerful guy to understand spankings better. He’s kind of cranky when the subject comes up.”
Oh, very true.
“Should we make Brady ask?” He wouldn’t mind. “He’d do it, but it sounds kind of dangerous.”
“Oh, I’m not sure what he’d tell him.” Gareth sighed. “I think our best option is admitting we don’t know his name and just claiming he overwhelmed us with his…smile?”
No.
“How about we just wait and see if we can see it on his credit card when he pays for dinner?” He asked us out, so he’d probably pay. “He seems like the pay-for-dinner type.”
Gareth lit up. “That’s a great idea. Yeah.”
Eventually, we’d figure it out…right?
“It’ll be fine.” It might end up being one of the weirdest dates ever but he didn’t seem like the angry and vengeful type, so either way, we probably shouldn’t worry.
“Are you going to do that reading you were talking about?” Gareth’s mind seemed to be rabbiting all over the place because it took me a second to remember that I’d been originally looking for my textbook. The professor was old school enough that he even hated digital copies, but I kept setting the book down in weird places.
“No.” There was no reason to hide it. “My brain is not going to focus on schoolwork right now.”
How was Smiling Guy able to just jump from running through our life like a hurricane to doing homework?