Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He scoffed, forcing me to look at him in time to see him rolling his eyes. “Understatement of the year right there.”
Laughing probably made me a terrible friend, but he wasn’t wrong. “Maybe a tiny bit.”
My response got a smile from Frowning Guy and he held out his arm. “May I escort you in?”
Huh?
Not wanting to look too stupid, I slowly stepped forward and dragged my brain out of the fog that had tried to take over. “You…you don’t mind what Dally said? The…the little part and the…the curious part?”
I wasn’t going to repeat it exactly how Dally had said it, but I wanted to make sure Frowning Guy had understood what he’d said.
Frowning Guy shook his head, still offering his arm. “I don’t mind what he said. He wasn’t exactly wrong on most parts but nothing he said was technically a problem. He was just…interesting.”
Trying not to smile, I shrugged. “That’s as good a word as any I’ve heard. You should hear what his mother calls him. He’s the baby of ten kids, and by the time they had him, nothing shocked her.”
I was pretty sure if he’d been kid number one, his life would’ve been harder but being the baby and one with some complications at birth had had the rest of the family seeing him in a different light.
“He can really hunt?” Frowning Guy looked past me like he was distracted by just the thought of Dally.
“Yeah, but don’t be polite about the whole get your own meat thing unless you want them to offer to share.” It was…disturbing. “Oh, and if you let it slip you’ve got a deep freezer, they’re going to try to cut you in on half a cow.”
They were really helpful sometimes.
Frowning Guy blinked a few times like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me correctly. “My social skills do not extend to half cows and hunting.”
“I’ll help.” Maybe Dally had been right when he’d said I could help Frowning Guy with his social skills. “I like people. Even weird ones.”
I hated it when Dally was right.
“I’m going to take you up on that offer and hope it extends to this evening as well.” Frowning Guy sighed. “I wasn’t dragged here against my will but this was not my idea.”
“I can relate.” My slightly frustrated tone got a smile from him. “But that means you have to keep me company for a while.”
I’d end up standing by myself while Dally flirted otherwise.
“Deal.” He smiled as I finally slipped my arm through his, mirroring what Dally had done with his friend. “We shall keep each other company at the very least and then go from there.”
That sounded promising.
But promising still left me with questions…had he actually said he was gay? Had he said he was kinky? Did he understand what a little was? He seemed to, but he might’ve just been repeating what Dally had said to sound smart.
I’d gotten some really weird responses to that over the past couple of years, so I was less and less comfortable making assumptions about it…especially after the whole do you turn into a little person question.
No.
No, I didn’t.
“I’m going to be forced to admit that I’ve never met anyone here I needed to talk to for very long, but I’m pretty sure I need to tell you that my name is Elias and I’m in finance.” Pausing for a moment as we walked closer to where I could hear people talking, he finally let out a slightly stressed-sounding breath. “I’m also a member of the Lactin Brotherhood.”
Wondering how I was supposed to respond without going yay, I nodded slowly. “Thank you for sharing that. I’ve never worked in finance but I used to work at a coffee shop in one of the big bank buildings downtown. So I know enough of the lingo to nod appropriately.”
That got a laugh from Elias and he gave me a side-eye. “Not going to mention the other part?”
Trying not to squirm and failing badly, I sighed and ignored how red my face was getting. “I…I wasn’t sure how to respond in a way that wasn’t awkward or inappropriate.”
Looking like he wanted to laugh again, Elias finally shook his head. “What was your first thought? You have me very curious.”
Groaning only made his grin wider. “No, I can’t. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I lactate, Milo. I’m a mostly gay Dom who lactates. You will not make me any more uncomfortable than I already am.” His dryly delivered reality check had me realizing he was probably right.
He hadn’t gotten offended at Dally either.
“Um, yay or maybe wow?” His chest jerked but he managed not to laugh out loud. “I…I’m not objectifying you or something like that. I don’t know the right word. I’m not naughty, though. Well, not naughty like that. Bad. I’m not bad like that. Shoot. That still sounds like I’m little.”