All Chapters of Man's Best Wingman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I groaned, rolling away from the tongue, licking my face. Gross. Just fucking gross. Squinting through one eye, a large framed print of art greeted me. Or at least it’s called art by some people. I’m not sure I call a painting of two dudes on a hill with one riding the cock of the other while jerking himself off art. I know it is NOT something I want to wake up to see. But I don’t have a choice. This isn’t my place. I’m crashing at my cousin Makayla’s apartment since she’ll be in DC full time for at least six months. She’s fantastic for letting me stay here, especially with the mongrel, but did she have to have an entire erotic Japanese art set installed in EVERY room before I sublet from her? Of course, she did cause my cousin loves to torment anyone. I’m just her current victim. And worse, I’m paying her for this torture. A whine in the bed beside me brought my mind back to how I ended up in this predicament. Grumbling, I sat up, rubbing my hand over my face before looking at the

When Reese got me from the breeder, I’d hoped I would be living with her and her family. She was friendly, and I liked her husband and her babies for the brief period I spent around them before being put into a box. Even after Clay opened the box and I popped out, I didn’t believe I would be leaving. I thought it was just a way to surprise everyone else with me. The other little ones at her house were thrilled to meet me. I liked them, and they were good at chasing me. They played with me for hours. But then the big lummox picked me up and took me away. I cried the whole drive to his apartment. I had resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be my home, and I’d have to deal with Clay for the rest of my life. He didn’t seem bad. Clay took me to a pet store and got me a bed, toys, and other things I’d need. At least he was going to take care of me. So what’s my problem? He picked up the giggly blonde woman working at the pet store. You’d think I’d like her since she must l

I know I’d said I would give the owner of that corgi a piece of my mind. But staring up at this giant man who looks like he’s carved of marble - I felt those muscles only moments ago, and the marble may be an accurate description - I was at a loss for words. How much time does he spend in the gym? Or is this not natural, and it’s all steroids? If it is steroids, do I even want to accept that offer of dinner or the use of his laundry? My eyes glanced at his crotch. I couldn’t help it, and don’t judge me. You’d have done the same. Looking down at his crotch is less of a strain on my neck than looking up at his face. Either he’s one of those men that stuffs for show, or that’s the real deal outlined in those jeans. So much for my thought that his muscles are steroids. “You realize the longer you gawk at him, the bigger he’s going to get.” He chuckled that deep masculine kind of chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine, not in a bad way. My eyes quickly cut back to his face, and gree

I have to be out of my damn mind. I came home with a stranger. Every warning my parents uttered was repeated like a loudspeaker in my mind as I stripped out of my wet running clothes in this fancy half bath. This half bath was bigger than my three-fourth bathroom with higher-end materials, not to mention connected to the rest of the apartment. Holy shit, his foyer is bigger than my apartment. “Focus, Xenia.” I scolded myself. “You are in a strange guy’s apartment. An apartment he claims is his lesbian or maybe bisexual cousin’s place.” I rolled my eyes. I don’t know if I buy all that. It feels too convenient. Am I acting like some naive fool to want to believe it? I’ve been fooled before and don’t want that to happen again. I think the only reason I want to believe him, besides that body I’d like to climb like a tree, is that he's so forthcoming. He didn’t have to think about how to answer questions. And usually, if someone is lying, they have to think about it unless it’s a well-pra

Seriously, what the hell was that? We go from a bit of back and forth to a hot as fuck kiss to this? I am not this clumsy and not strong enough to pull a sink faucet off. So what gives? I don’t usually believe in superstitions, but that’s the second time in the last hour that something had happened when things heated up between us. And the third time we’ve landed on our asses, or he landed on his ass, I landed on him. I need to listen to the Universe and get as far away from this man as possible. The damage escalates each time we get close. I’ve got this bad feeling that if it got to us, one of us would end up in the hospital. And I do not want that on my hands. So despite that brief kiss blowing all my past kisses out of the water, I’m getting the fuck out of here ASAP.