Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
This time Flynn laughed. “Okay, you win.” He bent down and right before he kissed me, he whispered, “Just remember, sweetheart, turnabout is fair play.”
When we came up for air, I said, “Okay, I may or may not own a few restaurants between here and my apartment.”
“What kind of restaurants?” Flynn asked suspiciously.
“The kind that you’ll only get to eat at on special occasions.”
“Like my birthday?”
“Yes, your birthday.”
“And obviously Christmas.”
“Obviously,” I agreed. “Since I’m horny as hell and somehow need to ride seven blocks with a massive hard-on in front of hundreds of cops, reporters, and complete strangers, I’m going to speed this up a bit. No smoothies on any of the major holidays.”
“Are you talking about all the holidays that are recognized for the federal government or is there some wiggle room there? And what about the days before and after the actual holiday? And days like Black Frid—”
I silenced him with a hard kiss. “Can we talk about this after you’re done fucking me senseless?”
Flynn nodded. “That’ll work. But it’ll probably be coming up during the fucking.”
I shivered at the thought of Flynn edging me until I gave in to anything he asked for. “Fine, I own the McDonalds around the corner and there’s a pizza place at the end of the block. And since this is New York, we can order anything you want at any hour of the day, but only after I’m satisfied that you’ve put your best effort forth.”
“Deal,” he began just as BJ gave my man a hard nudge. “Right,” Flynn murmured. “I don’t suppose that fancy apartment of yours has a freight elevator.”
“It does,” I said guardedly.
“And all that smoothie crap. I don’t suppose you have enough of all those green leafy vegetables to feed someone who’s say… hungry as a horse?”
I looked at BJ. “Flynn, this gorgeous, perfect, amazing guy brought you back to me. He can eat anything in my apartment that he wants and I’ll even give him your side of the bed when he’s ready for bedtime.” I gave BJ a big smooch on his face. “Just wait till I’m wearing my Racy Red lipstick. It’s a shade to die for and you have just enough white on your gorgeous face to leave plenty of kisses on.”
“What about me?” Flynn asked.
“Okay, okay. I’ll let you wear it too, but I think it would be more special if you use a different shade when it’s ‘just you and your horse’ at night.” I began to laugh at Flynn’s annoyed expression. As expected, he was remembering the night when he’d admitted to calling his horse by the animal’s full name when it was just the two of them and I’d nearly busted a gut from laughing so hard.
“Your place, now,” Flynn growled.
“What about all that food—”
He reached around BJ and tugged me forward. “Now,” he demanded.
“If I disobey, are you going to spank me?” I asked.
Flynn’s eyes widened and then, without warning, he scooped me up and tossed me on BJ’s back, but he made sure to put me at the front of the saddle. When his big body ended up behind mine, I knew he’d bested me because not only was I hard as a rock, I was now going to have to spend however long it took to reach my place with my dick rubbing against the saddle and my ass riding Flynn’s erection.
I reached for my phone and began making calls. By the time I was done, the maintenance crew for my apartment building had guaranteed that the freight elevator would be empty and open by the time I arrived home. The men had balked when I’d mentioned that I’d be expecting several bales of hay to be arriving within the hour, but they’d quickly gotten past the obvious question and simply told me it would happen. I was definitely going to owe the pair a big Christmas bonus.
“All set,” I said as Flynn maneuvered BJ out the sliding doors. To his credit, BJ didn’t balk as cameras began flashing and reporters started screaming questions at us. Luckily, the police helped make a path for us. I’d probably have a lot of explaining to do when the police commissioner called me after the holiday, but I’d figure something out.
As we cleared the crowd, I said to Flynn, “Just so you know, I’ll walk BJ when he needs to do his business, but you’re the one who is going to be following us around with a shovel and heavy-duty garbage bag.”
“All right, but I’m upping the number of kids we have to five and twins still count as one. That’s a lot of dirty diapers and you’re going to have to change at least some of them.”
“Okay, all the kids you want and I change all the diapers on the last one.”