Page 50 of The Stud

It sounds a lot like a fuckingJumajicut scene.

And that’s withonlyonegood ear.

Can’t imagine what it would be like with two.

“It’s not my fault.” Slipping the object over his neck occurs next. “I had to conduct a post-game interview with Tanner.” A cringe escapes as I lower myself to a squattingposition. “Frosky.” Another wince slips loose during my clicking them into place. “Snowman.”

Bear shoots me a shifty side eye that results in me flashing him my middle finger.

I don’t need my dog giving me lip.

It was bad enough getting it from Khurana when he caught my eyes hungrily wandering across Tanner – er – Frosky – shit –Snowman’s– nailed it – sweaty shirtless frame.

I don’t know what he expected from me!

This beautifully tanned, blond haired, blue eyed, muscular Hercules knock off with script thatliterallytranslates to “ice warrior” chiseled into his toned flesh was just leaned back, legs slightly spread, spewing all sorts of glory about how incredible histeammatesare versus himself, and I couldn’t look away.

It was like someone turned on porn.

Likegoodporn.

Like well written, well directed, high production value, gonna win The Cup of porn awards level of porn.

One minute I was contemplating about what to eat when I got home and the next, I wanted tobewhat was eaten when he got home.

Unfortunately for me, I must’ve let a whimper or moan or an airy curse word slip because the next thing I knew Khurana was disapprovingly clearing his throat and Snowman was smirking.

Ugh.

The jolly happy soul having bastard.

“We’ll make it a quickie,” I promise in tandem with reaching for his leash.

Bear woofs again in refusal.

“I’ll play your favorite Shakira songs.”

He woofs even faster than before.

“Get bent,” leaps loose alongside the attaching of his leash. “This is what’s happening. It’s non-negotiable.”

Immediately afterward, I open the door, unexpectedly revealing the very person I was blaming for my tardiness, looking downward at my dog. “Good to know she talks to you like that as well.” Rather than wait for a reaction from me, Bear instantly takes an aggressive stance and begins growling. “Seriously,Yogi?” He lets his head playfully fall to one side. “You saw me three times last week,andnow three timesthisone.”

Okay.

I don’tlovehearing how often I’ve let him come over.

Or how often I’ve let him come into my house where he conducts ancient sorcery better known as cooking.

Or how often I’ve let him onto my couch where we may fall asleep to old movies while Bear defensively sleeps between us.

It’s much easier to deny that we’re even broskies when there isn’t an actual timeline that can be used as evidence, so fuck him for revealing it.

And double fuck him for being so much fun to be around that we have one.

“Shouldn’t we be on better terms by now?” Tanner – um – Frosky –forfuckssake–Snowmanteasingly scolds. “At leastin the greetings department?” When Bear’s protective snarling doesn’t decrease, he dramatically sighs. “Fine.Queso.”

Confusion quickly cakes my complexion.

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