Page 121 of Commander in Briefs

Ha! Take that, Von Bremen. Brad likes my ass better. I casually look over Brad’s shoulder and as maturely as possible, stick my tongue out at Theo. He rolls his eyes but clears his throat, bringing Brad back to the reason we are here.

Brad takes the hint and steps back quickly, looking from me to Theo and back to me.

“So, what’s the plan?”

I take the lead because this is my crime. “I’m going to run the block a few times and when the coast is clear I will sneak into the backyard and loosen the collar, setting the dog free. You’ll need to be close by with the treats so you can lure him to the truck. I’ll be there to help you. Meanwhile, Theo will be running the block. Hopefully there will be witnesses and he can put on a show of being bit and call you. You’ll then track the dog, loading him into the van and explain to the cunt that the dog must go to the pound etc., etc.”

Brad gives me an understanding nod.

Theo just looks bored.

“Any questions?” I ask, impatient to load up and get this show on the road.

“Yeah. One more. How are you going to make it look like Theo was bit?”

I feel my lips turn up at the corners like the Grinch. “You leave that to me,” I tell him while I lock eyes with a now slightly nervous Theo.

“Do you seriously have to bite me, Ans?”

We’re sitting in Theo’s car about a block away from Rachael’s (aka the bitch). Theo has on his compression pants and gym shorts. Unfortunately, he has on a shirt, too. He’s the poster boy for: kids get off the sofa and eat your veggies. His legs are hanging out the passenger door while I’m squatted eye level with his delicious calves. Caressing the right one, I massage it until I feel the muscle relax a little.

“Come on, Theo. Don’t be a baby. You never cared before when I bit you.”

Glaring, he snaps, “That’s different and you fucking know it.” He’s chickening out. “You weren’t taking a huge-ass dog bite out of me.”

“I won’t take a huge bite, I promise. Think of it as a little love bite,” I soothe, trying to relax him further as I continue to massage his calf.

He doesn’t look very calm but after a few deep breaths he agrees. “Fine. One bite. But later, when you’re on your knees thanking me, I get to bite you back.”

Eh. That might not be so bad. He always goes for the ass. I have enough meat there for him to get a mouthful of retaliation. Before he changes his mind, I slide his compression pants up his calf. “I think this needs to come off.”

“You’re probably right.” He stands and quickly his shorts and pants hit his ankles. No hesitation. No shame in his body.

Theo’s confidence has always been a turn on for me. Living with the guys and constantly encouraging them about their body takes a lot of energy. It’s a nice reprieve to see Theo just strip it off and let me get my fill.

Taking the opportunity given, I kiss the tip of his length where it rests near my cheek. It isn’t hard but it certainly has potential. One swipe of my tongue and it would be a go. Nothing turns Theo on more than public indecency.

Me, too, if I am being honest here.

“Mmm… You better hurry and get those shorts back on, handsome.” I moan my appreciation.

He chuckles, pulling them up, creating the barrier we need to stop ourselves before we lose all common sense. With his muscled calves exposed, I place a kiss on each one. Right or left? Which one to bite?

“Hurry up, Anniston. Before I lose my nerve.” The strain of his voice tells me his patience is wearing thin. He’s a second away from saying fuck it and abandoning this plan.

Knowing we don’t have much time, I kiss the left one, placing my teeth against the warm skin and bite down. He flinches but doesn’t wail or make a dramatic scene. I mean really, did he think I was going to remove flesh? I need a paycheck, too.

If he doesn’t work then I’ll have to take extra hours in the ER, and let me be the first to say that sucks major butt. All the sniffling and yucky body fluids. No, thank you. There is a reason I specialized in sports medicine.

“Is that it?” Theo asks hesitantly.

I laugh. “Yeah, ya big baby. What did you think I was going to do?”

He leans over and rubs his hand over the teeth marks. “You think the indentions will hold up?”

I shrug. I don’t know. My hope is that the bitch won’t look too hard. “Maybe. The blood and your performance is what will sell it.” I open my purse, pulling out the fake blood we picked up from the party store. I hand it to him and he inspects it carefully. “What are you doing? Reading the damn ingredients?”

“Am I not allowed to read?” he pops off, annoyed.

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