With large strides he stepped into the kitchen, ignoringanyone present to quickly grab some bread and peanut butter from thecabinet, smash it together... and cram it down his throat. He pulled a milkcarton from the fridge and drank a fourth, before letting out a shortsight."Okay, now I'm ready." He put the milk carton back and looked at the twomen sitting at the kitchen table. Damien and Jeremy were the two menthat Andrea and Markus had roped into their skinsuit shenanigans, boththrough chance. " So this isn't moving too fast for you?" he asked.She leaned in to kiss him gently. "No, Bob. It's not moving too fast for me." What if I said I didn't want to go?"She frowned. "I'd be crushed if you did! You can't just do that to a girl and then get up and leave!" No," he said. "That's not what I meant. I'm going to find a place to live. I promise. But part of me wishes I didn't have to." I see," she said.She hadn't given much thought to how long he might stay with her. It was all still too. Finally, he gets off of me but still has me pinned down. He slaps my ass so hard, my eyes get wet. His hand stays on my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “Joshie, when are you going to realize that I’m the Alpha and you’re just my little bitch boy.”He gives my ass another slap before he lets me get up. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.” He smiles as if he was just messing around, then he ruffles up my hair before walking away. The rest of the evening goes by rather fast. We head out and eat dinner. It’s the first time I’ve heard my secret admirer laugh. “I’ll be there,” he says. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”He sounds a little more self-assured in spite of the nervous tension in his voice. Maybe that’s good, maybe it will lead to goodness knows where. I take a deep breath. I need to make things clear in no uncertain terms. “I’ve made arrangements,” I say. “There doesn’t seem much point in you lurking outside anymore.” Mark draws in breath, and I rattle on. “I’ve placed a chair in the.