Page 110 of Take My Love
“She’s sleepin’ too. I can see her breathin’ from here.”
Posey’s shoulders relax, and she wraps an arm over my waist. “If she wakes up, let me know.”
“I will.”
As she clings to me, I soak in the moment of getting to hold her this way. Nothing sexual, just soft touches over her arm as she buries her face in my chest. Her cute little snores are the perfect background noise to help me fall asleep too, even though I’m scared I’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.
My eyes pop open sometime later, and I hear Delia strugglingto breathe. She’s on her side but looks as if she can’t get herself up.
“Posey,” I whisper, lightly shaking her arm. “You gotta check on Delia.”
She blinks a few times before realizing where she is. Abruptly, she sits up, then gets to her feet and walks over to the goat.
“She looked like she strugglin’,” I explain.
Posey feels Delia’s chest and stomach. “I think it’s bloat. I’m gonna try somethin’…” She gets Delia upright. “I’m gonna get some bakin’ soda and water. Can you massage her stomach for a couple minutes? It’ll help with the gas.”
I scramble to my feet. “Sure, yeah.”
After Posey walks out, I lean over Delia and rub her belly. She makes a noise and looks like she wants to bite me.
“Hey, I’m just doin’ what I was told.”
Posey returns with a bowl, drenching syringe, and some gloves.
“What’s that for?”
“Bakin’ soda and water can help neutralize stomach acid, so I’m gonna try and squirt it down her throat.”
“Do you want me to hold her?”
“Yeah, keep massagin’ her stomach. She won’t run off on me.”
Posey’s gentle with Delia while she administers the solution, and within ten minutes, she seems better.
“It’s not a long-term solution, but hopefully enough until the vet checks her out.”
Once Delia’s asleep, I get back under the comforter and wait for Posey.
“Thanks for comin’ and bringin’ me my blanket,” she says when I open it up for her to climb under. But this time she sits between my legs and lies against my chest. I’m propped up on a barrel of hay so we can both lean back comfortably.
“You’re welcome.” I cover us up. “I brought your stuffies too just in case you wanted ’em.”
She chuckles, snuggling deeper into me. “Very sweet of you.”
“I’m a very sweet guy.”
“Mm-hmm,” she muses. “Amaya and I talked about some interestin’ things today.”
“Yeah? You wanna share with the class or?—”
“She thinks I need to get over my insecurity about relationships and the fear of you hurtin’ me again so we can have a real shot at makin’ this work. Then she said I have a praise kink…and possibly a breedin’ kink.”
My cock twitches.
“I felt that,” she says, laughing and elbowing my stomach.
“I think Amaya just became my new favorite person,” I quip. “So about these kinks…”
