Page 61 of Sticking Out

“Nearly bored a hole in my back, Wood. But if you want to get lucky, it will have to be a quickie. I can’t keep my dogs waiting.” She crooks her finger and I jump from the bed, panting like one of her dogs as I follow her into the bathroom. She bends to turn on the shower, and the second I get a glimpse of her sweet, naked backside, I grip her hips, shift her until she’s bent over the sink, and slide all the way inside her.

“Oh my god, Conner.”

I fuck her fast, sliding my cock deeply into her body. In no time at all, she shudders around me and I throw my head back and groan as I fill her with my seed. I lean over her body as we both pant, and put my mouth near her ear. “Maybe we’ll get lucky with this one.”

“I’m feeling lucky,” she murmurs and I lift her from the sink, put my arms around her body and walk her into the shower. Closing her eyes, she lifts her face. “Feels so good. Best thing I felt this morning.” She opens one eye to peek at me, a grin tugging at her face.

“You’d better be talking about my cock and not the rain shower.”

She throws her arms around me. “Maybe…maybe not.”

I just shake my head at her antics. I fucking love it when she’s happy like this. I soap up my hands and wash her and once done, she does the same to me. Ten minutes later, we step from the shower, dry off and go back to the bedroom to dress. I tug on sweats as she grabs her clothes from her side of the closet.

I love that she’s occupying the side that never got used before. She should just move all her stuff over. It’s ridiculous that we have two big homes but one step at a time. I don’t want to rush anything and scare her off. Heck, last night she was questioning me about Summer. This is all so new and scary, so baby steps it is.

She stares at me and moans in appreciation, and I love the way she admires my body. “I’ll run down and start breakfast.”

“Thanks. I need a minute to dress and dry my hair.”

She heads back into the bathroom and I stare at her sweet backside until she’s out of sight. Everything is so damn good between us and while I love it, it scares the shit out of me too. You know what they say, when things are too good to be true.

I shake my head to push that thought to the recesses of my brain. It took us far too long to get here, and nothing is going to come between us now. Nothing. In the kitchen I go to work on making coffee and drop some bagels into the toaster. I fix Dani’s coffee just the way she likes it and coat her bagel in that awful cream cheese.

The scent of her warm skin, and whatever it is she spritz on her hair reaches my senses and I know she’s at the door watching me. I grin as she stays silent, and bend forward jokingly. A small sound fills the air.

“Like what you see?” I tease and turn to face her.

“Yes, coffee and bagel all ready for me. I love what I see.”

“I never knew you were a comedian.” I cross the room and pull a chair out for her. “Sit. Eat.”

“Oh, bossy.” She drops into her chair and as she moans over her first bite, I roll my eyes and drop next to her diving into my own bagel, with plain cream cheese, thank you very much.

“I hope the residents at the nursing home take to Lucy the same way they’d taken to Buster. They really adore him and he’s such a big teddy bear.”

“He certainly has you wrapped around his paw.” She sticks her tongue out at me. “Aren’t most little dogs yappy and aggressive, though?” I remember when Bear, her chihuahua, didn’t like someone, he was a super aggressive ankle biter.

“They can be. Lucy went through certification, though. She’s got this. I sometimes just think big dogs make better companions, though.”

“Do you want a male or female dog?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Bear was male, so maybe it would be nice to have a female. Either sex will be protective.”

“What do you think of a name for a female chienne?”

“Look at you, knowing the difference between masculine and feminine word for dog.”

“I’ve been practicing.” I lift my chin an inch then lean into her. “Our teacher is kind of scary. I don’t want to get on her bad side.”

“You’re actually doing great, Conner.”

“Did you know that Korbin’s wife Harper used to be an elementary school teacher?”

“I think I remember something about that. They don’t get out much, so I don’t know her well.”

“Right. Well, at the pool tables last night, I chatted with him.” She arches a curious brow as she takes a sip of coffee. “I mentioned my dyslexia and how I could talk about the struggle and the support available in the schools.”

Her eyes go wide and I love how this makes her so happy. Heck, it makes me happy too. “He’s going to look into it for me.”

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