Page 62 of Otter Heart
“Hi,” he called back, not turning around.
I walked up behind him like it was just a normal day and I didn’t have a wriggling puppy in my arms. “How’s it going?”
He let out a long sigh. “Okay, I guess.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.”
I glanced back at Mateo and James. “Well, I brought you something you might like.”
“What?”
“Take a look yourself.”
Rowan finally lifted his gaze away from the grill and turned toward me. The moment his eyes fell on the pup, his jaw dropped open.
“L-Lucky?”
I nodded and pushed the dog into his arms. “Yep. And he’s all yours.”
Rowan held him awkwardly for a moment. “You’re serious?”
“Of course! You didn’t think I’d give awayyourpuppy, did you?”
He pulled the pup into his arms, cradling it against his chest as a pink tongue lapped at his neck. “James? Is it okay?”
“I guess it’s fine,” James sighed with a wide grin. “I already bought all the stuff for him a week ago.”
“You did?!”
“Yeah. It’s in your office closet.”
Rowan had tears of joy in his eyes as he pulled me into a side hug, then went over to Mateo as well. “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!” He wiped his eyes, hugging that little pup nearly to death. “I’ve never been much of an animal person but this little guy… he’s just perfect!”
“Yeah, well, Mr. Perfect likes to chew on table legs and he’s a bit of a shit when it comes to obeying commands,” Mateo added. “So, watch your furniture.”
“I don’t mind.” Rowan was still beaming. “He’s wonderful.”
“Well,” James said, looking at Mateo and me. “I guess the barbeque is saved. He’s not sulking anymore.” He put my pup down in a makeshift pen in one corner of the porch. “I’m gonna get the table set.”
He went inside as I walked over to Mateo. Off to the side Rowan was bouncing Lucky around like a baby and talking to him in a very strange high-pitched voice.
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Maybe we should’ve gotten him that watch.”
Mateo grinned. “I think he’ll learn to like it.”
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“Oh fuck…” I groaned, my body rocking with the bed as Mateo fucked me. “Oh god…”
Mateo just smiled, his hands wrapped around my hips as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside me. I stared up at him, my arms hooked under my thighs to keep my ass nice and open for him. Watching his expressions as he fucked me had become one of my favorite things in the past few weeks. There was just something so intoxicating about watching the pleasure cross his face. Not to mention, in this position his cock rubbed deliciously against my prostate, and it never took much to get me over the edge once he was close.
“Fuck that ass is perfect,” Mateo growled, fucking me harder.
The sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room along with my pathetic, begging moans. I wanted every single inch I could get from him. We hadn’t gotten to do this enough recently, and I was so filled with lust I could barely think. Letting him use my body for his pleasure turned me onmore than I could ever express. It was something I could do for him that made me feel loved and important. And he gave me the best cock I’d ever had in return. As far as I was concerned, I was the one coming out on top.
Well, bottom.
