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He really would be cute if he smiled more.
“Brady has made it very clear that they’re my responsibility because we’re family.” Jude didn’t say he agreed with that logic, but knowing how much he loved his nut, he wasn’t going to admit that. “Right now, I have a very worried partner because his roommates left a vague note about going to spend the night with Bates and to wish them luck about getting an orgasm.”
Oh.
Gareth had definitely left the note.
And Cashel’s groan said he hadn’t proofread it.
Hoping we’d all learned a lesson from the interesting experience, I held out my hand. “I’m Bates. I’m their…let’s call it new friend for now. We had our first date yesterday and they spent the night. I’ll admit to being an over-sharer by nature, but I’m not sure we’re on the right terms to answer the orgasm question.”
If there’d been a question.
I was slightly vague on that part and the way he started scrubbing his hands over his face didn’t help clarify that.
He also didn’t shake my hand, so I lowered it back to my side as I wondered if Brady’s mother knew that Jude needed some lessons in manners.
“If that answers your questions, I’ve got some danishes coming out of the oven any minute.” And he wasn’t interesting enough to risk burning them. “It was nice talking to you, though, and I’m glad to see someone is watching out for them, but you can tell Brady that they’re just fine.”
Yep, no manners at all.
Instead of leaving, he went back to his folded arms stance. “No. I’m not taking the word of a nosy stranger that they’re fine. No one has seen them since yesterday and the orgasm note did not help my…Brady from worrying.”
This was going nowhere.
“Everyone in the building knows he’s a little and you’re his Daddy, so I think it’s perfectly fine to call him your sub or your boy.” I was just being helpful but he nearly growled. “Did you get enough sleep? Was Brady up late again?”
They kept the weirdest schedule sometimes.
“This building has no fucking soundproofing.” His frown seemed to think that was somehow my fault but it was one of my favorite parts about the complex, so I smiled.
“I know. It’s great.” Clearly, he didn’t appreciate learning so much about his neighbors. “So, you wanted to see proof of life?”
This just kept getting more and more fun.
I thought I was hilarious but he sighed. “Yes.”
I was starting to see why he made Gareth so nervous.
“Let me see if that’s possible.” Trying to still be polite, I gestured toward the door. “If your attitude comes any further in my apartment, we’re going to have words. Because you make my boys very uncomfortable when you get like this. However, if we can both behave like civilized Doms, I won’t tell Brady’s mother about your lack of manners.”
There was a spark of laughter in the grumpy Dom’s eyes as Cashel sucked in a dramatic breath again like I’d just hauled out the big guns and he wasn’t sure what he thought about that.
“Understood.” The attitude eased back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the threat or if he finally realized I wasn’t someone he needed to worry about.
“Thank you.” As I turned away from the door and headed back toward the bedroom, Jude was polite and stayed where he was, not coming deeper into the apartment, which I appreciated. “One second.”
Yep, the timer was about to go off.
Taking the cream cheese and cherry pastries out of the oven had the wonderful smell filling the apartment, but it didn’t give Cashel very much time to figure out what he was thinking.
My cautious boy wasn’t going to like a surprise like Jude showing up unannounced, so I tried to give him a moment, but that might not have been long enough judging by his wide eyes as he sat on my bed.
“He’s here.” The nearly silently mouthed words said more than his actual sentence had, so I nodded and walked over to crouch down in front of him.
“Yes.” I kept my voice quiet enough that Jude couldn’t hear, but not as low as Cashel’s. “He and Brady were worried about you two, and it seems that Gareth’s note might’ve been a bit confusing.”
That finally got a smile from Cashel and he looked relaxed enough that I reached up and cupped his cheek. “But he’s not here because he’s angry. He’s just not good at opening up to people.”
