Page 119 of The Forever Vault

To confirm Colton’s assessment, a complete stranger walking by offered his ‘bone’ to Ezra, but only if he was a good boy.

“Uh, I hadn’t realized puppy play was so hot. Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Declan asked.

“First stop, jewelry. Second stop, puppy gear.” Ty grabbed Declan’s hand and they took off.

“So, do you mind holding my bag?” Ezra asked again.

“Of course not.” Luke took the bag.

“You’ve got your phone. You’ll be okay?” I asked, unable to help myself.

Ezra nodded. “I’ve been researching this a while. This is a super professional group. I joined their website a year ago. Vetted pups and handlers only. I’ll be just fine.”

“Have fun, Tadashi.” I whispered the last word before giving his butt a gentle slap.

A mistake, I realized only too late, because Colton and Zeph took the opportunity to really give his ass a slap as he walked past them, but he didn’t seem to mind. The swagger and confidence in his step, tail wagging back and forth, made him almost unrecognizable from the pup curled in my lap last week.

Maybe Zeph and Colton’s sex romp with Brody gave him more confidence?

“Well, that’s something I thought I’d never see,” Zeph said, watching Ezra walk off like the rest of us.

“What? You want a little puppy now?” Colton asked.

“If it looks like that? Yes.”

“Was this what you had to tell me about Ezra but forgot to until now?” Luke whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah. He wore the hood once or twice in the dorm. Said it helped him relax.”

“I get it.”

“You do?”

“It’s about headspace. It’s not always sexual, it can be meditative as well.”

“Well, Dr. Rivera, sexual therapist, is now serving real-time advice, live at Folsom,” I teased.

“Were you serious about the tattoo thing?”

I shrugged. “We can go see what they have, I guess. I’m assuming Zeph and-”

They were already gone.

“If anyone can take care of themselves at Folsom, it’s Zeph and Colton,” Luke said. “I wonder how many people will take selfies with Zeph’s dick before the day is over.”

“At least twenty.”

* * *

“I really wish you got something on your butt,” Luke teased.

“You just wanted to see me bent over for that hunk of a tattoo artist with my bare ass exposed.”

“Well, duh.”

“Noah’s going to kill me as it is.”

“For that? It’s tiny. Well, it’s not tiny, but it’s not elaborate.”