Page 8 of D*cked By Daddy

“You.” He pulls me into his lap and nibbles on my neck. He hits my ticklish spot, and I almost kick Scout off the couch when Nick won’t stop.

“Okay! Okay!” I yell through my laughter. “I get it. You can eat me, but I think we should also have some actual dinner so that we can make it through the night.”

“Are you cooking?” he asks me.

“Of course I am! It’s your birthday.” I start to list off all the options we have. We brought a ton of stuff with us so that we wouldn’t have to keep making trips down the mountain to get food. I won’t lie, I’m not the best cook. But I refuse to have Nick cooking himself dinner on his birthday.

We finally settle on the food and then spend the rest of the afternoon taking naps with Scout and watching old reruns of Seinfeld while the fire blazes in the corner. We do have to keep the windows cracked so that we don’t burn up, but I love having a fire too much to not have it on while we’re here, and Nick doesn’t seem to care.

Scout gobbles down his dinner much quicker than we do ours, and after his final walk of the night, we get him set up in his new bed. We have blankets and a pillowy bed inside of a large crate that’s covered with a heavy blanket to make it feel more secure.

Although, I’m not sure he needed it because he walked right into it and curled up into a ball like he’s been living and sleeping here his whole life.

“He reminds me so much of the last dog I rescued,” I tell him as we both sit there and give Scout some final pets of the night. “I had seen her online and begged my parents to let me get her. I was sixteen, and I guess they finally decided I was old enough to take on the responsibility because they took me to the shelter the next day. She was still a puppy, about six months old when I got her.”

I take a deep breath.

“I swear that baby girl was my soul dog. She couldn’t sleep unless she was next to me and had to be touching me always. It’s hard to explain, but there was just something between us I couldn’t put my finger on. But she was my baby.” I smile over at him and wipe the tears that have started to fall.

“I only had her for about three years before I noticed the slight changes in the way she was behaving. Like she was scared to walk on wood floors, could barely make it down the back porch steps, and was hesitant to jump up on my bed. Finally, I took her to the vet after we went on a walk one day and she couldn’t stand.”

“Oh, Holly,” Nick says, his eyes full of understanding.

“It was a brain tumor,” I choke out, trying but failing not to sob. “It progressed quickly. Within a week, she was so bad that we just had to put her down. I swear I’ve never cried like that in my entire life. I just lay there on the vet’s floor, sobbing so loudly I was too embarrassed to ever use them again.”

“I’m sure they fully understand, Holly. Pets are family.”

“They are,” I agree. “And I’m sure you’re right. But I had to make my mom pick up her ashes. I couldn’t face that place again. It was hard enough leaving her there on the floor with her favorite blankie. I felt like I betrayed her, like I had led her in there with my sweet voice, promising it was going to be okay, and then I had her put down.”

Nick pulls me to him and hugs me tightly while I continue to play with the soft tip of Scout’s ear.

“It’s taken me a long time to realize that it was the best thing for her and that I had to do what I did. But clearly, the grief is still there,” I say, trying to force out a laugh.

He nods and lets me collect myself. I take a few deep breaths and let him wipe away my tears. I don’t know where that grief comes from. Sometimes it pops up out of nowhere and feels just as fresh as the day it happened. This is the first time I’ll have owned a dog since.

“More than enough time has passed now,” I tell him. “I know now that the time we get with them, giving them the best life they could possibly have, is worth it. It far outweighs the pain of losing them.”

Nick pulls me in for another hug, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead.

“Sorry about that,” I tell him, half laughing. “That came out of nowhere.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Holly.”

“Ready to head upstairs?”

He nods.

Scout is sound asleep, snoring heavily when we close the crate door. Already making himself at home. Once we know he won’t get into anything, we’ll let him free sleep in our room on his fluffy dog bed. But until we know that he won’t pee or chew on anything, we’re having him sleep in his crate.

Also, it’s Nick’s birthday.

And I want him all to myself.

Holly told me to lie in bed while she changed in the bathroom. I’m not sure what she has planned, but my dick is already hard. I’m idly touching myself, stroking with languid movements, when I hear the bathroom door open.

“Mr. Saint,” she says in a sweet voice that makes my cock twitch.

I look over to see her standing in the doorway, dressed in that little schoolgirl outfit she wore on Valentine’s Day. She does a twirl, making the skirt fly up and over her bare ass. The buttons on the shirt are about to pop over where they pull tightly over her breasts.

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