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He squeezed my hand and nodded. “Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I will.” The Owen I’d fallen in love with wouldn’t let it get to that point though. He’d take care of me.
Owen led us through the house and up the stairs. He’d already gotten a lot done, so there wasn’t much left to finish. We only had to pack the things that were going to Goodwill in the car and box up the stuff we were going to keep. It probably wouldn’t take long, but I didn’t want to hurry through it.
When it was done, we both had homework… and I had a paper to start.
Chapter 18 Owen
It had been a busy, chaotic, horrible night filled with asshole humans and their tiny spawn. Normally, I’d have been in a foul mood when I’d walked out of the door. This time, though, as I locked up — locked up, like a proper adult with some degree of authority — I was torn between hopeless impatience and anxiety… and excitement.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my hand on Adrian’s ass, about the way the plug might make the tail wag just a bit more when I did spank him. I’d had to think of disturbing things more than once to get my mind back out of the gutter. Luckily, the customers were more than happy to oblige.
None of it could ruin my mood, though, and Brad gave me a sidelong look. “You’re in a really good mood,” he noted.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I replied as I tossed the keys up in the air and caught them.
“Gonna share why?” he asked.
“Oh, just have some good plans for tonight,” I told him vaguely. On a typical day, I’d have made some joke about being able to get off now that I’d gotten off work, but it wasn’t what I was thinking about.
I was wielding a semi already, but it wasn’t about me.
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t have too much fun.”
I clucked my tongue at him. “Someone’s gotta have enough fun for both of us,” I retorted. I waved as I got into the car, already anticipating going home to Adrian… which was fucking weird on all sorts of levels. I wanted to go home, wanted to be with my brother, wanted to see how much I could get him to beg for release…
By the time I got home, my dick was fully hard, and I tossed my keys carelessly aside before heading straight to Adrian’s room. I knew he was supposed to be doing homework, but I couldn’t help but imagine him there on his laptop, sprawled out naked, collar around his throat, tail plug in his ass, and waiting for me…
Instead of my erotic fantasy, though, he was sprawled out on the bed, surrounded by papers. His clothes looked slightly askew, like he’d been pulling at his shirt in frustration. He glanced up as I walked in, sagging in relief. “You’re here, so I can be done. That’s what I told myself.”
I arched a brow, but I only listened to him, not wanting to interrupt.
Adrian flopped back on his pillows, knocking over papers, and closed his eyes. “I hate papers like this. I want black and white, clear answers to questions and specific details that need to be included to get an A. This is ridiculous. I can’t decide if I’m oversharing or not going into enough detail. It’s just all tangled up in my head. I’m having a hard time separating you and us from the research.” He waved an arm, dramatically. “And don’t tell me that was the point. I don’t want logic. I want to be right. And done… I want to be done.”
“Isn’t the whole point to overshare?” I asked. “Figure out why it appeals to you, and all that?” I paused. That wasn’t going to work. This was Adrian I was talking to. I’d learned better ways to get him back on track.
I crossed the room, going to him and kissing him hard. I twisted my fingers in the collar of his shirt, keeping him close, and I murmured, “You have until I get out of the shower to have your collar and tail ready, your cock hard, and your ass up in the air for me, Pup.” I already owed him a spanking, and if that and some time as my pup didn’t clear his head, I wasn’t sure what would.
He leaned into my touch, sighing in relief and probably need. “Yes, Master.” Adrian straightened, following me as I straightened up. “One more kiss? I got a lot done. At least, I think I did.”
I could feel my smile turning a bit wicked. “Oh, you’ll get another kiss, Pup. Just not yet.” Reaching out, I traced a finger over his lips. “And maybe not even where you’re expecting it.”
Leaving a sputtering and wide-eyed Adrian staring after me, I headed out of the room, calling out behind me. “Don’t forget, Pup. You only have until I get out of the shower.”
I didn’t glance back, but I heard papers being shuffled around and Adrian starting to mumble as he hurried around the room. I started to strip before I even got to the bathroom, naked and ready to hop into the tub as soon as the water came on. Not even willing to give it another thirty seconds to heat up, I gasped and forced myself not to jump back out as the cold water hit me. Cooling off a bit wasn’t going to hurt me.
Forcing myself to stop hurrying, I carefully scrubbed every inch of my skin to make sure I didn’t smell like fries or burgers. I wasn’t sure where things would go, but I could tell there was something different about tonight. I wasn’t willing to go in there greasy, didn’t want a potential flawless memory ruined by something well within my control. I might’ve liked my job, but even I got tired of the smell. I didn’t want him to look back on this when we were older and just remember the scent of fried food instead of how I’d made him feel.
It was odd to think of it that way, like we had a future together. I wanted it, and I wanted it badly. My hand slid down my chest to my cock, and I half-closed my eyes, wishing it was Adrian’s hand on me. I wanted, desperately, to come and clear my head, but there was also a part of me that wanted the torment.
How long could I stay on edge without losing the edge of control my brother liked so much?
It didn’t stop me from stroking myself to the edge of climax before gripping the base of my cock hard, turning the water a bit colder to keep me from tumbling over from the brush of the fucking towel…
Or the sight of my brother on all fours waiting for me.
I groaned, half from frustration and half from need. As soon as I had myself under control, I vigorously washed my hair and did another scrub until I was sure I smelled only of soap.
