Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Like an I need to announce my presence sound…not an I have a cold sound.
It seemed that things had gotten interesting. “Who’s that? Please tell me you’re coming down with the flu.”
He was going to kill me if he needed to find a new roommate already.
Hmm, maybe I could just stay with him?
I wasn’t exactly sure how long my visit to Virginia was going to be…or if it was just a visit.
The quiet cougher stayed silent, but Archer wasn’t helpful at all as he rambled. “No idea. I’m not looking. I’m honestly hoping it’s a serial killer. I’m just going to stay right here and let him kill me.”
I could see that being a better option than looking.
“Yeah, I think I’m voting for killer too.” I tried to be supportive, but I just couldn’t. “If you die, can I have the house? I’m going to need somewhere to live eventually.”
“Yes. But the roof needs to be replaced in a year or two tops. Don’t forget.” Archer was so cute he honestly sounded rational when he said it.
“Got it. Thanks for the reminder.” Before I could decide what to say next, the coughing person laughed.
“Dude, at least the serial killer finds you funny.” I thought it was hilarious, but Archer groaned. “Maybe that means he’ll make it quick.”
“I think that might mean he’ll enjoy torturing me more. Make sure the newspapers make me sound noble and sweet, not stupid and pathetic.” I couldn’t decide if the drama queen was serious or not, but there was no way I was going to make him sound noble.
That wouldn’t be any fun at all.
But I wasn’t sure telling him that now would be helpful, so I lied. “Got it.”
The sexy voice finally spoke, cutting off my random thoughts. “Oh, this killer is going to take his sweet time torturing the dirty boy he’s found.”
Damn.
Sexy as hell.
“Oh, please let him kill me instead. Does he like pups?” If Archer didn’t want him, I was going to throw my collar in the ring.
He sounded yummy.
“Pups might be interesting to play with, but this killer is more fascinated by conflicted naughty boys who are pretending to be vanilla.” His tone said he was trying not to laugh, but it was still sexy enough that we both moaned.
I couldn’t help laughing at how ridiculous this all was.
“I think I’ve found two naughty boys.” The coughing roommate was just getting hotter.
Why couldn’t I accidentally stumble over a sexy, dirty roommate?
Taking a breath and looking out at the passing scenery, I just had to hope there was one out there for me somewhere…but for now, living through Archer would be fun.
Well, it would be fun if they started talking again.
What were they doing?
I was starting to get worried when Declan, I was pretty sure his name was Declan, started to chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to pretend to be shocked and vanilla at this point?”
Archer was too quiet, so I helped out. “No, he’s not; he’s just worried this is a dream, and he’s going to wake up. He’s a dirty little thing who would love to be teased and spanked. I’ll tell you his fantasies if you promise to throw a ball for me when I come visit.”
Archer groaned but didn’t seem to want to participate quite yet.
Thankfully, his new…something was chattier. “Deal.”
Yay.
Archer groaned. “You’re both trying to kill me.”
Declan gave a low, sexy laugh, sending another shiver through me. “Roomie, I can see just how alive you are from here.”
I giggled, thoroughly loving the way Declan didn’t seem to have any problem with my basically being there while they were so sexy and dirty.
I needed to find my own Declan.
It had gotten too quiet. Before I could ask for more details, though, Declan called out. “He’s trying to hide from me, Bishop. I think he’s going to have to be punished for ignoring me.”
I groaned, finally giving in and reaching down to adjust my own erection that was straining against the jeans I’d stupidly put on this morning. Thank fuck I’d sprung for a private room on the train or this would’ve been a lot more awkward. “What’s he doing?”
“Doing a very good impression of a startled goldfish.” Declan seemed to be enjoying the whole thing so much he was nearly giggling.
I decided to be helpful since Archer didn’t seem to be able to function at the moment. “He hasn’t dated that many people who get his kinks.”
“Humiliation?” He was smart. Before I could say that, though, he kept guessing. “Spankings?”
“Oh yes.” He was good at this. He had been watching my dirty little buddy closely. “And lots of dirty talk. Oh, and you can call him names as long as you do it sweetly. No growling out something like ‘stupid fucker,’ but if you call him your dirty slut in a sweet voice, he might just come right then.”