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Authors: Dakota Flint
Tags: M/M Contemporary, Source: Amazon
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coming or going with him these days.
Well, I knew I wasn’t coming, that was for sure. But it would be nice to know whether I was going to get the buddy-buddy-Wade or the I-want-to-fuck-you-but-I-still-need-time-Wade. Considering they both came with a dream ranch, no batteries required, and matching horsies, I should probably be happy playing with either edition.
“Yeah, Erin and Mike and the girls will be here any minute. And so will the ‘special’ guest.” Erin had invited one of her employees, a kid named Scott who was home for the summer before he finished up his final year at MSU-Billings. She had said on the phone the other night that she felt bad for him, his parents didn’t seem thrilled with his existence—according to him anyways, but that could be leftover teenage angst—and he didn’t appear to have many friends. I was used to Erin bringing home strays over the years, so I told her to bring him along to dinner.
Only now it felt just a little bit more formal than it would have been with just family. Thus my meager attempts in the kitchen. I wasn’t a great cook, but I was a damn sight better than Wade, so I’d been giving it my best shot for the last two hours. Not too shabby, actually, if I did say so myself. The roasted carrots and potatoes looked really good.
There was a knock on the front door, and I turned to Wade and said, “They didn’t barge in, so I’m assuming that’s Scott. Erin gave him directions so he didn’t have to ride with the girls. You should go wash up unless you want to impress him with your eau de stables.”
As I went to move past him, Wade hooked his arm around my neck and pulled my face up against his neck. “You sayin’ I stink?”
Yeah, he had a bit of the stables about him, but he also smelled like sweat and man. I resisted the urge to rub my nose against him as I took a deep breath to savor the scent of Wade, resisted the urge to dip my tongue in the tanned hollow of his throat. I shoved away from him before my body started to tell him how very appealing I found this headlock. “Definitely no dessert for you now.” He left to go get ready.
Answering the door, I was surprised. I had been expecting some awkward, pimply-faced kid, not blond-blue-eyed-All-American-Joe-next-door. “Hi, you must be Scott. I’m Dylan.” The kid met my eyes confidently, returned a strong handshake. This was the kid that nobody liked?
I didn’t have time to pursue that thought because Erin and family arrived then, and there was much shrieking and giggling that took place as I squeezed the breath out of Amelia and tossed Molly into the air, straining a bit. She must have been getting too old for that, because the other option was that I was getting too old, and wasn’t that a scary thought?
“Hey, you,” I said as I pulled my sister into a bear hug. I lowered my voice and said against her ear, “So, why did you really invite that kid?” She didn’t answer, the sneak, and I had been her brother long enough to know that something was up.
The greetings finally over, even after repeating them a second time when Wade came down the stairs fresh from his shower, I ushered everyone into the dining room to eat so the food wouldn’t get cold.
We sat down, Wade at the head of the table, Scott on his right and Erin on his left, said grace, and I left everyone else to make small talk amidst the sound of clanging silverware and closed-mouthed chewing. Well, looking at Molly, maybe not closed-mouth chewing for everyone. I contemplated Scott.
“So, tell me, what are you studying, Scott?” This was probably Wade’s best attempt at dinner table conversation.
“I’m an English Literature major.”
Scott looked earnest and I didn’t think I should chime in with something along the lines of, “What the hell are you gonna do with that?”
“Ah. That’s interesting. Seems like Erin’s coffee shop is a good place to work,” Wade said. I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Was
Well, I knew I wasn’t coming, that was for sure. But it would be nice to know whether I was going to get the buddy-buddy-Wade or the I-want-to-fuck-you-but-I-still-need-time-Wade. Considering they both came with a dream ranch, no batteries required, and matching horsies, I should probably be happy playing with either edition.
“Yeah, Erin and Mike and the girls will be here any minute. And so will the ‘special’ guest.” Erin had invited one of her employees, a kid named Scott who was home for the summer before he finished up his final year at MSU-Billings. She had said on the phone the other night that she felt bad for him, his parents didn’t seem thrilled with his existence—according to him anyways, but that could be leftover teenage angst—and he didn’t appear to have many friends. I was used to Erin bringing home strays over the years, so I told her to bring him along to dinner.
Only now it felt just a little bit more formal than it would have been with just family. Thus my meager attempts in the kitchen. I wasn’t a great cook, but I was a damn sight better than Wade, so I’d been giving it my best shot for the last two hours. Not too shabby, actually, if I did say so myself. The roasted carrots and potatoes looked really good.
There was a knock on the front door, and I turned to Wade and said, “They didn’t barge in, so I’m assuming that’s Scott. Erin gave him directions so he didn’t have to ride with the girls. You should go wash up unless you want to impress him with your eau de stables.”
As I went to move past him, Wade hooked his arm around my neck and pulled my face up against his neck. “You sayin’ I stink?”
Yeah, he had a bit of the stables about him, but he also smelled like sweat and man. I resisted the urge to rub my nose against him as I took a deep breath to savor the scent of Wade, resisted the urge to dip my tongue in the tanned hollow of his throat. I shoved away from him before my body started to tell him how very appealing I found this headlock. “Definitely no dessert for you now.” He left to go get ready.
Answering the door, I was surprised. I had been expecting some awkward, pimply-faced kid, not blond-blue-eyed-All-American-Joe-next-door. “Hi, you must be Scott. I’m Dylan.” The kid met my eyes confidently, returned a strong handshake. This was the kid that nobody liked?
I didn’t have time to pursue that thought because Erin and family arrived then, and there was much shrieking and giggling that took place as I squeezed the breath out of Amelia and tossed Molly into the air, straining a bit. She must have been getting too old for that, because the other option was that I was getting too old, and wasn’t that a scary thought?
“Hey, you,” I said as I pulled my sister into a bear hug. I lowered my voice and said against her ear, “So, why did you really invite that kid?” She didn’t answer, the sneak, and I had been her brother long enough to know that something was up.
The greetings finally over, even after repeating them a second time when Wade came down the stairs fresh from his shower, I ushered everyone into the dining room to eat so the food wouldn’t get cold.
We sat down, Wade at the head of the table, Scott on his right and Erin on his left, said grace, and I left everyone else to make small talk amidst the sound of clanging silverware and closed-mouthed chewing. Well, looking at Molly, maybe not closed-mouth chewing for everyone. I contemplated Scott.
“So, tell me, what are you studying, Scott?” This was probably Wade’s best attempt at dinner table conversation.
“I’m an English Literature major.”
Scott looked earnest and I didn’t think I should chime in with something along the lines of, “What the hell are you gonna do with that?”
“Ah. That’s interesting. Seems like Erin’s coffee shop is a good place to work,” Wade said. I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Was
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