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When that didn’t work, I shifted and subtly elbowed him in the gut.
“Nice.” Okay, so my subtlety technique needed some fine tuning. “What do you want to know?”
I grumbled, “Why can’t you be like the rest of the world? Normally I can’t get people to shut up long enough to get a word in edgewise. With you, it’s like trying to hack the launch codes.”
His chest shook in silent laughter. “I’m not that bad.”
My expression must have conveyed my disagreement. “Okay, I am that bad. How about you ask a question and I’ll answer it?”
I shook my head. “We tried that.”
“Try again,” he insisted. Before I could speak, he nudged me off his lap and shifted to lie on the couch, then pulled me to spoon against his chest.
Hmm. The position held promise. I wiggled my tush and did a little snuggling of my own.
“None of that now. Ask me.”
“Why’d you leave your job at the Merch?” I held my breath, hoping that I hadn’t jumped the gun.
He sighed. “My lifestyle was crap. Mostly sedentary… horrible diet. Long hours and very little sleep.” He rubbed down my chest and slid his hand under my sweater. “Your skin is so soft.”
I clutched his arm, stilling the movement. “Keep going.”
He huffed. My dick howled. Nobody was happy, but I was determined to learn more about him. “What happened?”
“I had an episode. Well, I had a few of them, actually. But then I woke up in the hospital with my parents frantic in the hallway.” His voice broke. “That started a battery of tests, none of them pleasant. I was working myself toward an acute case of cardiovascular disease.”
The mere idea horrified me. I rolled over, shoved my face under his chin, and hugged him tightly. There was no way he didn’t notice the way I trembled as he explained being told to change his lifestyle or accept the likelihood of dying before he reached forty.
I cleared my throat. “So you moved back home.”
“Yeah. I stayed with my parents until I sold my condo. My mom,” he chuckled, “she had just retired from being a cardiac nurse.”
“Bet that made things interesting.”
Brandon’s voice hushed. “I like how you know that. I mean, you’ve only met her twice.”
I huffed. “She makes a distinct impression.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t let her scare you off.” His raspy voice fairly dripped with praise.
Startled, I pulled back my head to meet this gaze. “Maybe not, but I sure let my mouth run.” I dropped my forehead to rest on his chin. “You must have thought I’d lost my mind.” I groaned.
“About wanting a dog?”
“Um… not that part. The boyfriend part.”
The change in his body was instantaneous—from languid to tension filled.
A thread of apprehension snaked down my spine. Just as I was about to apologize, Brandon rolled and straddled my hips. All I could do was blink up at him. It was all I could do because, regardless of his stern expression and flexing jaw, I couldn’t concentrate beyond my hard cock being deliciously smushed by his firm ass. My eyes sank closed as I hummed in pleasure and flexed my hips to increase the pressure. I could come like this.
A strangled gasp escaped at the brutal pinch of my nipple. I glared at him. “What’s that for?”
“First, we aren’t done with the Q&A session. Second, I liked the boyfriend part. I’m keeping the title.” He leaned forward, rubbing his soft beard across my face. “You weren’t trying to toss me aside, were you?” he cooed softly.
I struggled to formulate words. When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he lifted his butt.
“No, don’t go,” I begged.
He chuckled. “Next question.”
Growling, I clutched his flanks. “You’re mean.” I sagged into the sofa. “Fine. Dog walking, how or why?” I really wanted to know the answer, but I also really wanted to come. I didn’t particularly care how, just that it happened soon.
Before he deemed to answer, he once again rearranged us on the couch. I
“Nice.” Okay, so my subtlety technique needed some fine tuning. “What do you want to know?”
I grumbled, “Why can’t you be like the rest of the world? Normally I can’t get people to shut up long enough to get a word in edgewise. With you, it’s like trying to hack the launch codes.”
His chest shook in silent laughter. “I’m not that bad.”
My expression must have conveyed my disagreement. “Okay, I am that bad. How about you ask a question and I’ll answer it?”
I shook my head. “We tried that.”
“Try again,” he insisted. Before I could speak, he nudged me off his lap and shifted to lie on the couch, then pulled me to spoon against his chest.
Hmm. The position held promise. I wiggled my tush and did a little snuggling of my own.
“None of that now. Ask me.”
“Why’d you leave your job at the Merch?” I held my breath, hoping that I hadn’t jumped the gun.
He sighed. “My lifestyle was crap. Mostly sedentary… horrible diet. Long hours and very little sleep.” He rubbed down my chest and slid his hand under my sweater. “Your skin is so soft.”
I clutched his arm, stilling the movement. “Keep going.”
He huffed. My dick howled. Nobody was happy, but I was determined to learn more about him. “What happened?”
“I had an episode. Well, I had a few of them, actually. But then I woke up in the hospital with my parents frantic in the hallway.” His voice broke. “That started a battery of tests, none of them pleasant. I was working myself toward an acute case of cardiovascular disease.”
The mere idea horrified me. I rolled over, shoved my face under his chin, and hugged him tightly. There was no way he didn’t notice the way I trembled as he explained being told to change his lifestyle or accept the likelihood of dying before he reached forty.
I cleared my throat. “So you moved back home.”
“Yeah. I stayed with my parents until I sold my condo. My mom,” he chuckled, “she had just retired from being a cardiac nurse.”
“Bet that made things interesting.”
Brandon’s voice hushed. “I like how you know that. I mean, you’ve only met her twice.”
I huffed. “She makes a distinct impression.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t let her scare you off.” His raspy voice fairly dripped with praise.
Startled, I pulled back my head to meet this gaze. “Maybe not, but I sure let my mouth run.” I dropped my forehead to rest on his chin. “You must have thought I’d lost my mind.” I groaned.
“About wanting a dog?”
“Um… not that part. The boyfriend part.”
The change in his body was instantaneous—from languid to tension filled.
A thread of apprehension snaked down my spine. Just as I was about to apologize, Brandon rolled and straddled my hips. All I could do was blink up at him. It was all I could do because, regardless of his stern expression and flexing jaw, I couldn’t concentrate beyond my hard cock being deliciously smushed by his firm ass. My eyes sank closed as I hummed in pleasure and flexed my hips to increase the pressure. I could come like this.
A strangled gasp escaped at the brutal pinch of my nipple. I glared at him. “What’s that for?”
“First, we aren’t done with the Q&A session. Second, I liked the boyfriend part. I’m keeping the title.” He leaned forward, rubbing his soft beard across my face. “You weren’t trying to toss me aside, were you?” he cooed softly.
I struggled to formulate words. When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he lifted his butt.
“No, don’t go,” I begged.
He chuckled. “Next question.”
Growling, I clutched his flanks. “You’re mean.” I sagged into the sofa. “Fine. Dog walking, how or why?” I really wanted to know the answer, but I also really wanted to come. I didn’t particularly care how, just that it happened soon.
Before he deemed to answer, he once again rearranged us on the couch. I
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