How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps by Josephine Myles Page B

day. If only Jeff could afford to run two vehicles, but he didn’t have the funds, and there was no way he could manage with just a car when he had to lug tools and materials around. It was a pain in the backside, though.
    Would Eddie let him have a go driving her? Maybe if Jeff treated him nicely enough. Eddie had liked the rough stuff, but he’d also said something about liking kissing, hadn’t he? Could Jeff bring himself to kiss another bloke? Like full-on snogging, with tongues?
    Nah, that’d be well gay. He’d have to think of something else that didn’t involve exchanging bodily fluids.
    Maybe just a kiss on Eddie’s back. He’d had a nice back. Good definition, even if he wasn’t built. Jeff could appreciate the effort that went into developing muscles like that, especially when you had a desk job. Watching his dad’s muscles waste away had been a real eye-opener. There was no way Jeff’d ever let that happen to him. He’d be straight down the gym if for any reason he couldn’t work the way he was anymore.
    Planning future workouts managed to keep Jeff distracted for much of the way back, which was definitely better than thinking too hard about getting Eddie naked. Especially with the way that made his dick perk up. Although, to be honest, thinking about pumping iron at the gym was having a similar effect. What the fuck was wrong with him these days?
    Eddie parked around the corner on the main road, and by the time Jeff had manoeuvred into his parking space, Eddie was outside his front door with his little suitcase, inspecting Jeff’s climbing roses.
    “These have the most amazing fragrance,” he said. “I didn’t know roses could actually smell this strong. My stepmum’s never did.”
    “It’s a nineteenth-century variety. The older varieties always seem to have the best fragrance. Nowadays most people breed for colour and size of the blooms, but if you don’t mind smaller, simpler flowers, you can get a lot more fragrance. It’s the same with sweet peas.”
    “You grow sweet peas too? You’re a regular Alan Titchmarsh, aren’t you?”
    Coming from Jeff’s dad or one of his mates, that would have been an insult, but Eddie had sounded admiring, so Jeff volunteered a bit more information. “I’ve planted the parts of the garden nearest the house for fragrance. It was for Sarah, really. Girls like stuff like that,” he added, just in case the whole thing made him sound like a nancy boy.
    “I like stuff like that too. Flowers aren’t just for girls. I always buy a bunch when I’m at the supermarket.”
    “What, M&S? That must cost you a bloody fortune. You know you could grow your own.”
    “But I’ve only got a flat. My balcony’s hardly big enough for a flower garden. And besides, I don’t have green fingers. Not like some people I could mention.”
    Jeff grunted, not wanting to show just how much the compliment warmed him inside. He opened the door and was about to head on through when he remembered his manners. Instead he stepped back down the path and waved Eddie in. “After you, mate. Oh, and let me take that.”
    Eddie raised his eyebrows and handed over the case but didn’t say anything. But his body brushed dangerously close to Jeff’s on the way past, allowing Jeff to get a whiff of Eddie’s scent too. After the sweetness of the flowers, it smelled sharp, but there was a whiff of herbs that reminded Jeff of woodland in the spring after a rain shower.
    He wondered if he smelled anything like as good, considering he’d run out of shower gel and had had to wash with Tesco medicated hand soap. Shit, he needed to stock up on some decent grooming shit. He just had to hope no one saw him when he did. His mum’d rip the piss out of him when she saw it in his bathroom too.
    “You coming in then, Sir?” Eddie called from inside. “I want to show you all the toys I brought.”
    Bugger. Jeff looked up and down the road. His neighbours’ windows were closed, so hopefully they