Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html THE BROTHERHOOD 11: NOTHING LIKE EXPERIENCE Willa Okati ® www.loose-id.com Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id® e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Easy, Allen. This guy has to be God knows how many years younger than you. Definitely not in your age bracket, even if he is good-looking. And besides, no perving over the clientele. It’s against ethics. I think.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html outside dog, Allen would have expected to find some dirt or fleas, but the Dalmatian’s coat was squeaky-clean and the skin underneath was nice and pink. “You’ve been taking great care of him, looks like.” Chance nodded eagerly. “I gave him a bath the way that Dalmatian Club website said to,” he announced as if he were proud of getting the basics right. “From the head back, and then between his toes, since that’s where fleas can hide. With special shampoo I bought at the big pet store on Maple. That was the way I should have done it, wasn’t it?” One of Chance’s fingers came up to tangle in a lock of his golden hair. “I mean, I wanted to make sure he was okay and all. Right?” Allen glanced up at Chance with what he hoped was his friendliest expression, a look that would betray nothing of the weakness he felt whenever he looked Chance in the face. The man gazed back at him, looking worried. “He's just dandy,” Allen reassured him. “You did the right thing. You wouldn’t believe how many pet owners don’t bother to bathe their animals.” “I didn’t give him any heartworm medication, though. I didn’t see any in the store.” “Good thing, too. That can be dangerous.” Allen ran his hands over Spot’s ribs. “Did they weigh him? I didn’t see it written down. We can take him back out to the scales if we need to. Or do you recall his weight?” “Seventy-five pounds.” Chance beamed, clearly pleased with himself for remembering. Then he sobered again. “The helper said that he was a little heavy.” “By about five pounds. Not too bad.” Allen looked at the dog with a critical eye. Spot did seem to lean toward the plump side. “Did he come to you a little chunky?” Chance blushed, an attractive strawberry pink spreading over his cheeks and down his neck. “No,” he admitted in a small voice. “But I thought he was kind of skinny from when the other people had him.” “So you’ve been fattening him up?” Allen chuckled to keep the sting out of his words since Chance seemed to be sensitive, and swung his stethoscope off from around his neck. He hooked the earpieces in and raised the chestpiece to the dog’s well-padded ribs. A steadythump thump rewarded him. “Good heart on this guy despite the bit of extra weight.” Allen couldn’t say the same about his own heart. The longer he stayed in the exam room with Chance, the more his nerves started to take over his good-natured, yet professional demeanor.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The blush threatened again. “I don’t exactly work. My pack, um, family’s kind of against it. They say I need time to figure myself out. They don’t really like me the way I am.” Allen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Family issues -- lovely. Chance was definitely not the type to grow a crush on, regardless of whether or not the sight of him would set even a straight man’s eyes bulging. As it was, it set other parts of a gay man’s body to wanting to pop out -- much to Allen’s dismay.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Chance swallowed, but nodded. “Okay.” He petted Spot. “If you’re sure it won’t hurt.” Allen ached with the need to reach over and stroke Chance as if Chance were the dog. One smooth, slow glide over his shoulder and down his arm. Allen cleared his throat to cover his reaction and his body’s eager encouragement to go for the touch. If he followed through, it would only lead to tears. He’d been down this road before. The young and gorgeous were not for him. For innocents like Chance, men with time on their side just didn’t get an older guy, even if the latter was wise enough to know what he was -- or wasn’t -- doing.