Page 235 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
He has to be.
“I bet you’re a good girl in bed. Just an obedient lil’ girl who listens to orders and doesn’t hog the sheets.”
The way I’m biting my lip, my tooth is going to split it open. I would tie him up with the sheets and order him around like he’s my good little daddy.
Hart glances up at me with a shit-faced smirk. “Fox, get your head out of the gutter.”
“I—wh—”
He chuckles, that deep throaty sound that tickles my toes.
“Asshole.”
He laughs. “Payback for picking the most vanilla item on this list after leaving me with blue balls last night.”
“I’d hit you if we weren’t in an animal shelter.”
“Come. I’ll share.” He nods in his direction, and I sit next to him, cross-legged on the grass. “You can hit me if you’d like,” he teases in a low voice that’s deeper than any version of his voice I’ve ever heard.
“I might take you up on that later.”
Godiva lets out a bark and climbs onto my lap. They’re not siblings, but the shelter is trying to rehome them together.
This vanilla item isn’t only vanilla; it was one of the few things on our bucket list we were saving for when we moved in together after college. Visit a shelter and buy the dog we fell in love with.
I didn’t expect to fall in love with two dogs when we aren’t doing anything more than—well, I’m not exactly sure yet.
“She likes you.” He scratches behind her ears.
I’ve never seen him quite like this before. His fingers brush their fur like he’s known them for years.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Hershey is sprawled out next to us, his tongue hanging out, and content just to be here. Godiva doesn’t stay on my lap for long, and she launches herself back at Hart. Her paws land in just the right spot to turn him into a human jungle gym. She lets out an excited little squeal, and her tail hits my face on her way by.
“Thanks.” I taste a mouthful of hair.
Hart laughs.
Then, out of nowhere, I hear a soft spritz.
I blink. “Is she? Did she just—?”
He freezes, his eyes locked on me. “It is. She did.”
He slowly pulls Godiva off his lap. She’s still wagging her tail furiously, clearly unaware of the mess she’s created.
My eyes follow his as he looks down at the spreading wet patch on his shirt.
I can’t help the giggle that bubbles up from deep inside me.
“Oh, she did.” I bite my lip, trying to keep it together.
“I’m glad you’re so amused.”
I can’t hold it in anymore. My laughter bursts out.
“This is not the kind of bonding I had in mind.”
