Page 68 of Waiting For You

“Don’t know why I said that,” he mutters.

“Hmm, you don’t? Well, it seems to me like you were flirting with sexy vet man. Do you mind not doing that while I’m around?” I ask softly, trailing my hand up his back.

Grey peeks over at me and cocks his head. “I wasn’t flirting. I was just talking.”

I shift even closer, running my nose along his jaw as I cup the back of his neck.

“Fine, talk away, but you’re mine, Greyson Hart. Fucking mine. I don’t share.”

His breath comes out a little shorter and his pupils dilate. Good. He likes it, me being possessive.

I can do this all day long. It comes naturally, especially when it comes to him. I am jealous to a fault. I don’t know how I managed to keep it together all those years of watching him with other men. Men who weren’t me. But I was biding my time back then. No more, though. No, I have what I want. I’m not giving it up easily.

“Nope! No chip here. Seems like a stray to me,” Michael says, moving back out to the lobby, the dog once more happily trotting along next to him. Doggo seems to be smiling a bit too. He probably liked all the vet’s attention.

Well, he’ll like me just fine once we get him home. I’ll pet the shit out of him.

“Seems like we’re gonna take him then. We can’t just leave him outside,” Grey says, and Michael nods.

“Want me to make sure he’s up to date on vaccines before you go?”

Grey looks at me, a question in his eyes and then nods. “Sure, yeah, that sounds good and then maybe you can tell us where we can get some food and whatever else we’ll need…”

“The local store will have some things. I can give you a leash and a collar,” the vet offers helpfully. Far too helpful if you ask me—probably trying to win Grey over, trying to lure him into his bed.

“That would be really helpful,” Grey says, and I sigh, trying to get a grip.

Beggars can’t be choosers. It’s not like there’s a Walmart around here that we can just pop into and grab what we need. We gotta take what this man is offering.

Alright, sexy vet man, you can give us some handouts, but I will not be thanking you.

“Come on, boy,” Michael says, and the dog follows the vet into the back, not realizing that he’ll be getting shots in just a few minutes. Maybe after that, doggo won’t like him much anymore.

One can only hope.

“We should probably name him,” Grey says as he watches them go.

“Yeah. What are you thinking?” I ask, my eyes sliding back to Grey.

He shrugs, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Never was good with names.”

“You named your son. And I think Joshua is a pretty damn good name.”

“That was Karen. I wanted to go with Bernie.”

A snort escapes me. “No, you fucking did not.”

Grey smirks at me and I pull him in for a long-drawn-out kiss. Ridiculous man. Grey’s hands move to my hips and he pulls me against his chest and I cling to him, loving the taste of him, the feel of him against me.

“How about you give me some ideas,” Grey says, his hand in my hair, making some of the strands slip from my ponytail.

“We could go traditional. Max, Milo, Koda…or we could come up with something once we learn more about him.”

Grey’s eyes meet mine and I lean up and press my lips to his once more, needing more of him already. I cannot wait until tonight when I can crawl in next to him and feel him scoot against me, resting his head against my chest, my fingers sliding up his neck.

I am obsessed with sleeping next to him. I want to wake up every morning with him against me.

“All done,” Michael says, forcing our lips apart. Michael’s cheeks are flushed and he’s looking intensely at us, probably sad that his dreams of wrangling Grey to his bed are dissipating before his very eyes. “Gave this guy a brief check-up. Looks healthy. Maybe a little malnourished and dehydrated, but with proper food and water, he should be good to go.”

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