Learning to Run – The Education of the Heart Read Online M.A. Innes

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)

“How do you know if you’re a hostage?”

His boys ask the most interesting questions, but Bates wouldn’t have it any other way. They’re fabulously curious and wonderfully unique, and they’re quickly becoming the center of his world even though they haven’t technically known each other very long. But there are definitely more important things than time when it comes to falling in love.

It isn’t his fault that life is weird and he has a growing list of questions, but thankfully, he has the best boyfriends he could’ve ever dreamed up because his list just keeps getting longer and longer. But Gareth knows questions are good and the answers are always fun, especially when some end with tails and playtime.

How Gareth’s questions led to his own switchy crisis, Cashel still can’t quite figure out, but it just seems to be what happens when he’s surrounded by crazy on all sides. And the insanity is contagious because Jude’s acting even stranger and now Brady is asking his own growing list of the weirdest questions ever.

When a nosy neighbor falls for two curious cuties, it will take some kinky exploration and a bit of hostage negotiations to bring this family together forever.

Author’s This is a continuation of the story for Gareth, Cashel, and Bates from Learning to Walk . This is not a standalone.

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Chapter 1


Jude was insane…and possibly angry about something.

“He’s glaring at me.” I hadn’t really tried to whisper, but I leaned closer to Cash, so it counted as being polite. “We’ve slept here for two nights. I want to come and I want to sleep with Bates again.”

Jude frowned deeper.

Yep, he’d heard.

But, considering he was only about five feet away and leaning against the front door, that probably couldn’t be helped.

So it wasn’t rude, just unavoidable.

“You talking about orgasms might be why he’s frowning.” Cash was trying to look serious but it wasn’t working. His eyes kept twinkling, and I could hear the way he wanted to laugh. “That kind of makes him weird.”

That wasn’t my fault.

“I’m not talking about anything kinky or private. Everybody orgasms. It’s like that Everybody Poops book. This isn’t rocket science.” My logic didn’t make Jude happy, but it didn’t make him any more frustrated, so I was counting it as a win of some sort. “We agreed to be here more. We did that.”

I’d thought they were frustrated about chores or making sure someone was here to feed Brady, but it wasn’t about anything practical at all. For some reason, Jude and Brady thought we were moving too fast and trusting too easily and smiling too much.

Unsurprisingly, the last one had come from Jude.

“I’m not sure we should’ve agreed with that.” Cash’s answer was aimed at me but he kept his eyes glued on Jude. “I think we lost ground there. Do you think Bates would let us move in with him?”

It wasn’t what I would’ve done first to handle the weird situation, but it might not have been a bad idea if we could work out some of the details.

“I don’t know if he has enough storage space for three adults.” The one-bedroom apartments didn’t have enough closet space. “Oh, and he’s probably going to say we have to do the spanking thing first before we could live with him.”

And who would feed Brady?

We hadn’t even done a chore chart either, so there were lots of things we needed to talk about first.

But in the last few days, we’d gone through limits lists and definitions and Cash had come to the realization that the world wouldn’t end if he saw my penis. We were making good progress on a lot of fronts.

My spanking was just around the corner as long as being stuck in the apartment didn’t throw up any more conversations we were supposed to have had. Those always popped up out of nowhere and I was kind of tired of them.

“Good point.” Cash nodded, still looking at Jude and the door. “We need to remember to bring clothes for tomorrow. I’m tired of doing the walk of shame in my pajamas. We’ve run into that same guy way too many times.”

He thought we were funny and was always polite, so I wasn’t sure what Cash was worried about. Besides, he looked good in his pajamas and there was no way I was the only person who’d noticed that.

“Maybe we should just bring a few clothes down there so we don’t have to worry about that? I could pick up some extra toothbrushes and stuff tomorrow.” That made Jude frown even deeper.

Something about good oral hygiene seemed to drive him crazy, but I had to take care of Cash like he took care of me so it was important.

“You’re not moving in with someone you’ve only been on one date with.” Jude was so worked up, if we’d been in a cartoon, steam would’ve been coming out of his ears.

Happy Doms really were much sexier.

“I think it’s been at least two.” Turning to Cash, I frowned. “Didn’t it count when we brought him a sub?”

Cash finally looked away from Jude. “I thought so. Oh, and what about when he bought us Chinese food? That counts too if we’re going by eating out in some way makes it a date.”

Worked for me.

“Three dates.” I tried to look happy as I pointed that out to Jude but smiling just made him more insane. “See? That’s much better.”

“You can’t move in with someone after one date and two takeout dinners.” Jude was smart for remembering our dates but just repeating what we’d already said didn’t make him right.

“One of those was lunch.” I thought being clear about that was important, but Jude just looked up at the sky and started mumbling about being saved. “And we’ve eaten regular meals at his place too. So that probably counts in some way.”

Maybe there was some conversion chart, like three snacks equaled one dinner?

Jude was still mumbling up at the ceiling, so he wasn’t in the right headspace to be productive. I couldn’t decide if he was talking to Jesus, Santa, or another god he hadn’t mentioned before, but I wasn’t sure anyone was going to help. Santa didn’t reward cranky people and I didn’t think Jesus would either.