Page 33 of Another Round
After a month of fucking her almost every night, I should be used to having Evie cuddled next to me and Gus snoring at our feet every morning. Not sure how long it will take to accept the permanency of them in my bed. But I know there will never be a day I don’t appreciate their presence. That I won’t appreciate her for giving me this perfection.
Usually we can only have a quickie before we head out for our run to help dissipate some of the dog’s energy, but since she’s off work for the next three days, I’m going to let her sleep in and then I’m going to fuck her long and slow to make up for all those rushed mornings.
Or maybe not.
My cock bobs harder against my stomach in anticipation when her hand caresses over my chest and she lifts her head from my shoulder. Smiling up at me with a sleepy grin.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning trouble.” I flip us over and pin her to the mattress so fast Gus barks before he leaps off the bed. An uncanny sense to know when he’s the third wheel. “I’m going to make it even better than good now that you’re awake.”
“No!”
She giggles and thrashes beneath me, exciting my dick even more with her futile resistance.
“You know I have to brush my teeth first.”
I suck the tender skin on her neck and glide my hand down her body. Breeching the waistband of the tiny pink silk shorts she wears to bed and waking up her sweet little clit too. “I don’t care about morning breath because I’m getting ready to taste like p—”
Her hand smacks over my mouth. “Gross! Don’t say it! You are so disgusting.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh against her little fingers. Curling around my cheek while she pretends to try and get away. I’ll never tire of this same silly argument. Of this feeling of utter completion.
Although we must be more rambunctious than normal, stirring Gus into a frenzy. He jumps back up, whining and pawing at the blankets by her head. Miserable without her attention just like I would be. Wishing I could growl him away from my prey, but well aware she’ll take his side, I lift enough for her to slide her other hand out and appease him with some affection.
Once she strokes his head, it’s over for me. He pushes me out of the way with his thick body to get on top of her himself. Trying to lick her face while she laughs and battles him like she did me. I concede my position and lay on my side next to her. Petting down his back too. He really is a good dog.
“Okay, buddy, okay. Let me go to the bathroom first and then we’ll take you for a walk.”
As soon as he hears his most favorite word in the world other than cheese, he flies onto the floor, bolts to the kitchen to yank down his leash from the hook, and prances to the door with the blue cord hanging out of his mouth. Waiting impatiently while she hops up too. Away from me. Damn dog.
He only vacates his post when she goes into the bathroom. Never happy when he can’t see her. Another thing we have in common. He trudges over and nudges the door making her squeal when he squeezes in the narrow opening.
“No Gus. Down buddy. I can’t pee with you jumping on me. Go see Daddy. Daddy wants you to hang out with him.”
Daddy.
She peers around the door, grinning an embarrassed grin. “Call to him please. Get him to come to you.”
So fucking beautiful my chest hurts. She means the dog. She thinks of me as the daddy of a dog. That she and I are the parents of an animal. But all I can imagine is us as parents to our own child. Of her calling me daddy to our son or daughter.
“Andy?”
Perplexity steals her smile, and she tilts her head wondering why I’m acting like a dumb arse.
“Sorry love.” I shake my head. Trying not to seem as fucked up as I really am. “Come here Gus. I’ve got cheese. You want some cheese?”
Luckily she jumps out of the way so he doesn’t knock her down in his urgency to get to me. Or rather his beloved cheddar. His torso glues to my leg as I yank open the refrigerator door, slide out the drawer, and lift up the rectangular package. His ears perked up in keen attention from the rustle of the plastic.
I feed him two big chunks that I’m not even sure he tastes in his fervor to choke them down. Goofy and innocent and content. She emerges again. Pink cheeks from washing her face and minty scent from brushing her teeth.
“Okay, let me get dressed and I’ll be ready.”
Which means she has to go next door since she never moved her clothes over. Which means she has to leave. I toss the rest of the block down to Gus, much to his delight, and stride to her. Drawing her against me like a damn crazy man. Like I am. Like she makes me.
This time she doesn’t fight me. Playfully or seriously. Just lets me hold her. Almost as if she senses I need her more than I can explain. Because my need for her really is inexplicable. Her arms wrap around my waist and she squeezes me tight.
“This is nice.”
