Page 134 of Duty and Desire
I had to tip my chin up to catch his contented, handsome face, but with what I got, I didn’t mind the effort.
“We’re still in your bedroom,” he informed me.
“What year is it?”
“Sweetheart, watching that tight ass of yours while your even tighter pussy takes my cock, I’ve no fucking clue. But I hope I drilled you for a decade.”
“I don’t. We can’t make babies if you drilled me for a decade with a condom on. A decade, my babymaking years might be behind me.”
That didn’t freak him.
Not at all.
Not my Mo.
He dipped closer, touched his mouth to mine, pulled an inch away and asked, “How many doyouwant?”
“Seven thousand, but I’ll take two or three and seven thousand cats.”
His body and mouth both laughed again, I loved it again, then he said, “I’m not a cat guy.”
Uh-oh.
“You don’t like cats?”
“Take or leave cats, mostly leave. I’m a dog guy.”
Okay.
This was a problem.
I communicated the enormity of that problem by grabbing both sides of his face and demanding, “Don’t tell Tex that.”
“I know about Tex’s cats.” He turned his head and kissed my palm (and there it was, a little bit more). He came back to me. “Swear to Christ, won’t mention the cats.”
“Do you have a dog?”
“Work too much to have a dog.”
That’d end since I could take care of it when we got one (or two, or four).
Though he’d also have to put up with a cat (or two, or four).
“Axl seemed nice,” I noted.
“Axl’s a good guy.”
“He says you two are buds.”
“We are. Like I said, Axl’s a good guy.”
“Do you have a lot of buds?”
“Hawk’s crew. Some old high school friends I keep in touch with. My family.”
I tilted my head on the pillow. “Your family?”
“Mom in Denver, and four sisters.”
