“I like to donate to the local animal shelters,” I added.“A lot.”
“I’ll write out checks first thing after you leave my office,” he replied quietly, pulling me closer to him.“Anything else?”
“If we’re going to have children, then they will need pets to keep them company,” I threw at him.
Sullivan arched a brow.“Because they won’t be able to keep each other company?”
“I like animals,” I finally admitted.
“I’m beginning to see that,” he chuckled.
“What about you?”I asked.“Do you like animals?”
“I have a cat named Roger, and he only cares that I feed him, so he doesn’t mind my hectic schedule at all,” he answered, and my heart nearly exploded with instant love for the man.“In fact, he seems to get annoyed whenever I work from home.”
“I have a hamster named Arnold.”
“I’m sure that they’ll get along just fine.”
After another few seconds of silence, I asked, “So, how much time do you think we have before people start showing up?”
His smile lit up his entire face.“More than enough, baby.”
Chapter 1
Room Two – BDSM
Beck~
I loved my sister, but she was also a handful, and I didn’t understand what it was about weddings that made women crazy.Whoever’d been the one to brainwash women into thinking that they had to have the most perfect wedding ever ought to be shot in the head.Nevertheless, because I loved my sister, I was willing to roll with the punches while she drove us all crazy with her ridiculous wedding demands.
Growing up, my parents, Michael and Sunny McKenna, had spoiled my younger sister terribly, and while I wouldn’t say that Kelly was a complete narcissist, she could still be a lot to handle at times.While I’d been a healthy, normal, expectant pregnancy, my mother had almost miscarried with Kelly, and so I suspected that the scare was what had driven my parents to spoil her like they’d had.Of course, it could have also been the fact that Kelly was a girl and the baby of the family, but regardless of their reasons, they hadn’t done my sister any favors by catering to her as much as they’d had and kind of still did.In fact, I kind of felt sorry for Brodrick for what he was saddling himself with in my sister, but since they’d been dating for three years before he had finally proposed, I supposed that he already knew what he was getting himself into, and so kudos to him.
Luckily for me, with my parents doting on Kelly all the time, they’d left me alone long enough to let me carve out my own path in life, which had been vastly different from what they’d hoped.Now, while most parents would be thrilled to have a son as a doctor, my parents acted as if I sold cars for a living, respectable as far as jobs were concerned, but nothing worth writing home about.
See, both of my parents were in media, and their passion was journalism.They’d met in college while pursuing the same career field, and if I could describe my parents in one word, it’d be enthusiastic.My father was a freelance photojournalist, and my mother was the editor of a popular journal magazine, and they were all about reporting the truth, exposing corruption, and connecting people.While the media often got a bad rap, I could honestly say that my parents weren’t dollar-chasing paparazzi.They were honest-to-goodness factual journalists, and they’d been hoping that Kelly and I would follow in their footsteps, a real-life Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane.
Unfortunately for them, I had chosen medicine as my future, and Kelly had chosen real estate.So, at thirty-five, I was one of the top oncology specialists in the state, and Kelly worked for one of the most reputable real estate firms in the city.
Needless to say, none of that was a complaint.My parents were great, and they’d made it possible for Kelly and I to both go to college, and they had even paid for medical school, though everything after that had been on me.Now, while Dad didn’t travel as much as before, both of my parents still worked, and that was a good thing since the parents of the bride were always the ones on the hook for the cost of the wedding.
There was also the fact that I hadn’t expected to be so involved in my sister’s nuptials.With my mom, Brodrick’s mom, and all of her girlfriends being in the picture, I’d honestly been under the impression that all I’d have to do was show up.
Yeah, not the case.
Let’s also forget that I wasn’t even in the wedding party.The couple had decided on five groomsmen and bridesmaids total, and since Brodrick had three brothers and two best friends that he’d known since high school, I hadn’t been needed, thank God.So, why Kelly kept calling me with questions that I couldn’t possibly have the answers to, I didn’t know.
If that weren’t enough, she also had her best friend/Maid-of-Honor texting me at all hours of the night and day, though not to ask my opinion on lace or desserts.Thandie Ames kept texting me because Kelly was driving her insane right along with the rest of us, but I wasn’t very sympathetic to her plight since she was able to cut and run if she’d wanted to.Unlike me, I was related to Kelly by blood, so there’d be no escaping this madness for me.
It also didn’t help that Thandie Ames made my dick hard, and not in a good way.A good way would be in that I could fuck her a hundred different ways from Sunday, but since I couldn’t, I never had a good time whenever I had to endure the woman’s company, which was too often for my liking.At thirty-five, I was a grown ass man with enough sexual experience under my belt that I shouldn’t be carrying a torch for my little sister’s best friend, yet here we were.Or, rather, whereIwas since I was pretty sure that Thandie couldn’t care less about me one way or the other.
Much to my dismay, Kelly and Thandie had met when Thandie had been looking for her first home, and they had immediately hit it off.Two young women in their twenties, starting out in life and trying to take it by the balls, they’d had an instant connection, and they’d been best friends ever since, which had been about six years ago or so.
When Kelly had first introduced us, I could admit that I’d been a bit tongue-tied.Thandie had just graduated law school, and she’d been only a couple of years on the job as a criminal attorney, which had impressed me since I was a man that appreciated intelligence and drive over looks and cleavage.
Still, that wasn’t to say that I hadn’t been mesmerized by her looks, because I’d had.Thandie Ames was about five-foot-four of pure feminine beauty, and everything about her was natural and tempting.She had dark brown hair that she wore loosely around her face, her natural curls always as soft as cotton, and a man could drown in her matching dark eyes.In fact, she reminded me of Tomiko Fraser, and if that wasn’t enough, her body was enough to make any man stupid on contact.
Not to stereotype-because every woman was different-but Thandie Ames was also Black, and one of the things that most Black women had in common was curves for fucking days.Thandie was what my mother would call voluptuous, but that was just a polite way of saying that she had the body of a stripper, and it was hard not to drool whenever she came around.Plus, her dark skin always looked so fucking soft, and I could only imagine how much fun I’d have if I ever got my hands on her.
