Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I was pleased with the progress we’d made and the fact that he was standing up and looked functioning enough to take in public, but the universe had other plans for me.
“Your turn to go get me water.” Conner appeared out of nowhere, still in the sexy suit and still looking pissed at me. “Walk slow.”
“You’re not thirsty.” And we were fine.
“That’s not the point.” Glaring at me, Conner pointed to Weston. “Congrats, you can turn him on but I need him off to make sure he knows what he’s doing.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Fine.” If he screwed us up, though, I was going to lose my shit. “I’ll walk slowly but don’t fuck with his head. I’m not going anywhere, so don’t make him think this is casual for me.”
The drama queen rolled his eyes as Weston stared at us, slightly confused but looking more clearheaded. “That’s the problem, moron. I need to know this isn’t casual for him and that he’s tracking what you want.”
Okay, maybe I could see where he was coming from.
“Tell him whatever you need to about our conversation to make him and yourself comfortable.” I wasn’t the one who’d been trying to hide everything. “I’ll be right back.”
Because Weston wasn’t in any headspace to drive, so either way he was going to need me.
“Thank you.” Perking up, Conner smiled like we were simply discussing the weather. “Take your time.”
Yeah, right.
As I slowly turned to head over to the bar, he sighed but I heard him start his interrogation. “Will standing or sitting make you more functional? I know you like the headspace whatever he said gave you but I need you thinking straight.”
Wessie’s dramatic groan was what had me thinking we’d be fine. “That’s a terrible idea.”
There was my Weston.
With that playing over and over in the back of my mind, I made my way slowly over to the bar and dealt with the chuckling bartender who didn’t miss a thing and thought my drama with Conner was hilarious.
Thankfully he kept his thoughts to himself, but he was grinning ear to ear as he handed me my water and asked if I needed anything.
A drink sounded great but would actually make everything harder, so I turned him down and headed back at a turtle’s pace. Conner wasn’t at his most dramatic, but he was slightly wound up as he spoke and I could see Weston frowning at him.
Great.
What the fuck were they doing and how was checking on Weston making both of them so nuts?
They were less dramatic but not much happier when I got back to them, and I wasn’t sure if that meant I was supposed to go wander off again. Their matching glares as they turned to me didn’t give me any help guessing either, so I decided to wing it. “Here.”
Shoving Conner’s water at him, I studied Weston. “Does he have anything to worry about?”
“No, but he’s going to find something.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Weston was one grumble away from stomping his feet. It was kind of cute but I knew him well enough not to show that.
He had a thing about being short and I wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace to make him think of that. Weston was still cranky and one deep breath away from waving his arms around dramatically as he grumbled. “We’re going to be fine and evidently this isn’t a new thing for you.”
I wasn’t sure what wasn’t a new thing but I shrugged. “Did you explain our plan?”
No.
“Plan?” Conner looked slightly more relaxed and less nuts as I looked back at him. “What plan? He just kept insisting you guys would be fine and that you were safe to put cameras in his house.”
Rolling my eyes, I frowned at Weston. “Jumping right to the ridiculous because you were still feeling like a slut or because you were being dramatic?”
“Don’t turn him on. I need him to think.” Conner barked out the order as Weston tried to adjust himself but wasn’t nearly as subtle as he was hoping for. “Damn it. You already did it.”
Yep.
“I know him well enough to figure out his hot spots pretty fast.” And really, humiliation wasn’t hard in his case because he wanted to be embarrassed and would do his best to throw himself into the emotion. “And we’ve already discussed his reward for being a good boy too.”
They both groaned for entirely different reasons.
But as Weston wiggled and blushed, Conner looked like he wanted to wring my neck. “Stop that. It’s fucking cheating. And what plan? I can’t let you take him when he’s this turned on when I don’t know if it’s really what he wants. And it’s kind of my fault even if you set me up with the whole help me explain what I want shit.”