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“Alright.” Cashel either thought it was logical or too insane to question because he snuggled the fabric tighter around him and leaned back against the wall, relieved the hard part was over. “I think I want to be in the middle for now.”
“It’ll give you more people to hide against.” Nodding like it was a good choice, Gareth snuggled closer to Cashel. “See, you’re a great planner. That’s why I need you to call the maintenance guy and see if our shower is supposed to be making that noise.”
No laughing.
No laughing.
“I’m not even going to respond to that.” Cashel turned to me, completely forgetting how nervous he’d been just moments before. “One blow job and he thinks I’m calling maintenance. He’s crazy.”
“Who said he gave you the blow job?” My question had our indignant boyfriend’s mouth falling open.
Turning to Gareth, I smiled as I sat up beside them. “I think my laptop’s going to be best for this.”
Luckily, I’d tucked it beside the nightstand earlier so it was in easy reach.
“Do you have a preference on where we start? I know of some pups and their handlers online who talk about what it’s like. It would also be easy to find some cute, fully clothed ones that are playing.” When Gareth snorted, I laughed. “And we can find some pups that are having a bit more of the naughty type of fun.”
“That one.” Rubbing his hands together, his grin looked wicked. “I was promised happy tails and I want to see just how happy those get.”
Ignoring Cashel’s groan and the way he seemed to be looking up to decide which deity to pray to, I opened my laptop. “Deal.”
This was going to be fabulous.
Chapter 23
Gareth
This was so weird.
“Don’t his knees get tired running around like that?” I wasn’t sure the plug would be comfortable either, but it was probably easier to focus on the happy aspects of that with all the wagging.
But his knees…
“Why did I think sitting in the middle was a good idea?” Cash was back to being dramatic and wiggly, so I just ignored him as I leaned closer to the computer.
“My knees don’t hurt giving you a blow job when you’re in the chair, but that just doesn’t look comfortable.” All the pounding had to make his knees hurt. “Sir, have you heard the pups talk about that?”
Bates reached around behind Cash and squeezed my shoulder as the computer shifted on Cash’s wiggly lap. “I think the knee pads would really help with that problem. So we don’t go cheap on those.”
Yes, no dollar store knee pads or sex toys.
But as I scrolled on my phone through an online store that sold hoods, I wished there was at least a discount store version. Maybe Walmart version at the very least.
Some people were on a budget.
“That’s a good point.” Gesturing toward the pup on the computer screen who was running back and forth in what seemed to be his or his handler’s living room, I pointed to his mitts. “Those don’t look uncomfortable, though. He seems happy.”
Very happy.
So it couldn’t be too distracting.
“Happy or happy-happy?” Cash couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to giggle or hide at the bad joke that popped out of his mouth.
Bates laughed. “Both.”
“Yep.” Definitely both. “Happy barks and happy wiggles.”
The pup on the screen liked wagging his tail and he liked chasing the ball that the other man who was just off camera was throwing.
