Page 6 of Hunk Sandwich
That’s good, Kas.
My heart sank with disappointment.
Maybe a drink will help.
I ordered a Demonic Slap. The bartender slid the glass across the bar and took my cash. I turned.
Damn.
A few seats down from where I sat, the two guys stood, being all cute with each other.
I heaved a sigh no one heard over the music and forced my eyes away.
Just keep looking, Kas. Eventually, someone will catch your interest. You’re not a home wrecker.
Nicht mehr.
I’d moved to Veitsreuth at the beginning of the year precisely to get away from the small village I’d grown up in. The situation there had gone from messy to unbearable when I found out the guy I was dating had a wife and small child living two villages away.
He’d not been discreet and, what was even worse, his wife did not know we were dating.
The thought of it still made my skin crawl. I’d genuinely been in love with him. It had taken me years to get over my shyness, and Aaron had been such a perfect first boyfriend.
I huffed at my thoughts. He was perfect, with the minor downside of being a lying, cheating Drecksack.
No wonder you aren’t interested in another taste of monogamy.
Or perhaps, subconsciously, I had realised it had never been just the two of us in that relationship.
Was that why he attracted you in the first place?
I’d convinced myself I could handle a few meaningless hookups, just a warm, wet hole to stick my dick in…or so I kept telling myself.
Only for my brain to latch onto the next unhealthy situation.
“Hey.” I flinched when a voice addressed me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He spoke in English with a noticeable accent I couldn’t quite place. Scottish or Irish perhaps? “I’m Ollie.”
The shorter man with the brown hair and eyes was even more gorgeous up close. My gaze hung for a moment on his nipples, which were visible through the mesh shirt.
“It’s alright. I was just lost in thought. I’m Kaspar, uh, it’s nice to meet you.”
Don’t look too closely and no flirting!
Chapter 8
Bo
Iwatched my husband talk to the Wolfman. Ollie flirted a little with him.
Shouldn’t I hate this?
I dug deeper into my soul. All I found was love for Ollie and the surety that he was mine and I was his for as long as we lived. Nothing would ever change that.
Be honest with yourself. There is something else you feel.
I was feral with lust. The idea of them together turned me on beyond anything I’d thought possible.
I asked Ollie to talk to him and maybe dance. My perfect husband had fulfilled my request after I’d reassured him I wasserious. And would he please see if he still liked the wolf up close.
