Page 55 of Training His Pet

Chapter Nineteen

Dax sat on the stepsof the front porch, looking out at the thick woods blocking them from the main portion of the resort. Devin was building six more cabins lined up with the one they were staying in. He could make out the frames through the trees. Each cabin would be secluded by trees, bushes, and fences so that the customers would have more privacy.

His eye caught a glimpse of movement in the cabin through the front window. Checking his watch, he realized Erika had been asleep for nearly two hours. He’d checked on her a few times. She’d been snuggled up beneath the quilt on the bed, a gentle smile plastered on her lips.

He’d watched her sleep, wondering what it would be like to wake up to that angelic face every morning. She’d be a hellion during the day, and even at night, but the quiet moments after dawn, just looking at the peacefulness brought a calm to his heart. Even Sarah hadn’t been able to perform that feat. Probably because he’d always wondered if there was someone else tugging at the hem of her skirts.

Being an army wife hadn’t been easy. He knew that. His deployments were hard on them, and even when he was home, he’d be in the field on training exercises for weeks at a time. But her betrayal, the lies, the ultimate stab in the heart—no matter how hard she’d had it, there was no excuse.

Was Erika any different? She was always on the hunt for the next story, the all-powering headline—what would she throw away to get that byline she wanted so desperately?

Dax had shaken away the worry and left her to sleep. She shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of his ex-wife. She may have her priorities a little misaligned, but she didn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t.

“Dax?” Her soft voice came from behind the porch door.

“Come on out.” He waved his hand, not looking over his shoulder at her. “It’s not as hot as yesterday, and the shade cools off the porch.”

“But—” She hesitated. “Dax, I don’t have clothes on.”

A smile formed on his lips. She hadn’t dressed. Such a sweet girl.

He turned around on the step, craning his neck to get a good look at her. “Did you put your tail back in?”

Her answer came in a low grunt of embarrassment, loud enough to wake up his cock, but he doubted that was her goal.

“Yes,” she answered in a grumble.

He laughed. “Then you’re dressed. Come on. It’s nice out here, don’t waste the day inside.”

She scoffed, but the door creaked open and she shuffled outside. He grinned up at her. She’d taken time to brush her hair and pull it back into a ponytail. She’d been right, the curls had frizzed from air drying. Coupled with the crease on her cheek left from the pillow, she was practically edible.

Her arms wound over her chest and she checked out their surroundings as she took the three steps to meet him.

“No one’s here,” he assured her. “Come, sit here.” He patted the spot beside him.

“I can’t,” she said with a trace of annoyance. “I have this thing in my ass.” She turned to point at the tail swinging between her cheeks.

He couldn’t help the bubble of laughter at the indignant expression playing on her face.

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