Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I am, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“Then go and cover up,” he tells me and I smile big.
“Are my nipples insulting you that much?” I ask him and look to see a sweater he tossed on the back of the couch. I push away from the counter, and the minute I do, Whiskey is on his feet looking around to see what I’m doing.
I grab the sweater and pick it up, smelling it to see if it’s clean at least before putting it on. It falls past my thighs. “Is this better?” I hold out my hands to the side. “All nipples are put away and not visible.”
“Now it looks like you are wearing nothing but the sweater.”
“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up and Whiskey walks over to me and sits beside me. “You’ll survive.”
“Will I?” he jokes with me, and I have to remember I don’t like him and wipe away the smile that was starting to form.
“Do you want me to make breakfast?” I ask him. His phone rings from upstairs and our heads both look over at the hallway. He walks past me and jogs up the steps, and I hear his voice. “Does he make you cover your nipples?” I ask Whiskey, who now lays his chin on his paws and closes his eyes.
“Yeah, she just got up,” he says coming down the steps. “She’s fine. Why would you think she isn’t fine?” He puts the phone on speaker and Joshua’s voice fills the kitchen.
He laughs. “I wasn’t worried about her. I was more worried that she killed you in your sleep.” I shake my head and walk over to the counter, grabbing my coffee cup. “We’re going to head out to my parents’ to have breakfast,” he shares.
“Am I invited to that,” I snap out, “or did you guys forget I’m even here?”
“That’s why I’m calling. Mom and Dad have been beside themselves with guilt since you left.”
“Good,” I retort. “I didn’t sleep all night.” I look up at Nate, who rolls his eyes.
“I heard you snoring from my bedroom,” he states and the glare is on in full force. “We’ll get dressed and be right over,” Nate relays and disconnects the phone and tosses it on the counter.
“I don’t snore,” I hiss at him. “Now, I’m going to get dressed,” I inform him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cover my nipples.” I turn to walk out of the room. “Wouldn’t want to offend you.”
“Don’t cover them on account of me,” he replies before I walk out of the kitchen, “but it is cold outside. Not sure if nipples can survive.”
“I hate you.” That’s the only comeback that comes to my mind.
“Good to know. I shall keep that in mind.” His face fills with a grin.
I take a deep inhale and walk away from him, mumbling, “I need to find another place to sleep.” I look back over to the hallway. “We’re definitely not having a wonderful Christmas time.”
CHAPTER 6
Nate
JINGLE BELL ROCK
December 15th
I watch as Elizabeth walks out of the kitchen, then hear the muffled sound of her moving through the second level as I look over to Whiskey, who is watching her walk away. “If you go with her, you’re a traitor.” I point at him as he sniffs the air, then looks back to me. “Yeah, you picked right,” I say, walking to his food bowl that I keep under the sink. I fill it with kibble before putting it on the floor and giving myself a minute to get my body under control.
My cock’s at half-mast from her sitting there in her see-through top. I grab my cup of coffee, bringing it to my lips. “Jesus.” I shake my head. “I’m going to need you to get a hold of yourself.” I look down at my cock, but Whiskey looks over at me like I’m talking to him. “You too, buddy.” I motion with my chin. He ignores what I’m saying as he puts his snout back into the bowl and finishing all his food. I grab his bowl, rinse it off with water in the sink, and then put it in the dishwasher, before turning and making my way to my bedroom.
The spare bedroom door is open, but I hear Elizabeth moving in the bathroom. I walk into my bedroom, heading straight for my en-suite bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I then grab a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before slipping a sweater off the hanger and putting it on.
When I walk out of my closet, Whiskey is in the middle of my bed, stretched out on top of the dark blue down feather duvet that feels like you are lying on a cloud. “Let’s go.” I motion with my head toward the door. “I’m going to put you out before we leave.”