My Boyfriend Got Bit: A Steamy MM Paranormal Menage Romance Novella (And Vampire Makes Three Book 1)

3. Strange Dreams

Unsure if it was just me being a fastidious worker or simply suppressing my emotions of anxiety, excitement, confusion, and concern about my boyfriend and our upcoming weekend, I found myself more ahead of schedule than planned when it came to work that day.

What’s a guy to do when he’s got nothing to do?I thought to myself. Nap, of course.

Stripped to my briefs and snuggled inside of my favorite comforter, I found solace in the silence of our apartment as my mind wandered. After all, it’s a hard thing to shut down—particularly when your body is craving a release it hasn’t had in some time.

I generally considered myself a practical person; not one for far-fetched fantasies or delusions of grandeur. At least not regularly, I thought to myself. But my mind kept jumping back to my text message conversation with Rigg. That, coupled with my chance encounter with his almost unearthly handsome coworker, Alek—the potential object of at least our physical affection this weekend—was a recipe for uncomfortably tight underwear.

The result of such a pre-nap brainstorm was a wet dream that almost seemed too surreal, believe it or not. I know, right?

The somewhat familiar vision of an expanding tunnel—one in which I am racing to get away from the light at the other end—reassured me that indeed I might not be in a full state of consciousness.

“So, you’re saying he knows?”echoed the deep, yet calming voice of someone who most certainly had to be an acquaintance of mine.

“Nah, man,” responded a voice that sounded much more familiar to me. “Eli doesn’t seem to realize it just yet.”

“Rigg,” came the voice that I only realized belonged to Alek as he suddenly materialized in my dream. His demeanor was more serious than I had initially realized. “I can’t stress this enough. Most people don’t react well to just having something like this sprung on them. I can speak from at least some experience.”

Do you ever have those dreams where the locations, the people in them, and the movement of time just don’t make sense?I felt like I was bouncing through reality before I could truly figure out where I was.

At first, it appeared as though Rigg and Alek were at work. I seemed to be nestled somewhere behind a pair of stainless steel countertops, but like most dreams of mine, I took on the role of an ever-changing camera angle. The two men—striking as ever, I might add—appeared to be dressed for work, but by the time I had realized this, they both simultaneously began unbuttoning their shirts.

My response? Turn into an instantly horny fanboy, of course. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body.

“You’re right. But I—well, it’s for the best,” mumbled Rigg as he reached for his bottom button, pulling his shirt off to reveal his muscular torso. “And as soon as I can share my secret, I’m guessing my urges for—well, you know—will lessen.”

“That’s not precisely how it works,” responded Alek, as he appeared hesitant to pull off his own button-up completely. “In fact, the only way to overcome what you’re feeling right now is…”

You know how sometimes in dreams you switch from audience member to main cast? Even the star of the show? Yeah.

Instead of finishing his thought, Alek turned and looked in my direction. An uncharacteristically wicked, but also unbelievably sexy grin flickered across his face—this, of course, as he makes eye contact with no one but me.

The silence was suddenly deafening. Somehow, though, I could tell the scenario had changed. We didn’t seem to be at the morgue any longer, but that didn’t confuse me as much as what was playing out right in front of me.

“Eli, get on your knees then, why don’t you?” demanded Rigg with a warm smile. “Now.”

Rigg—the charming Midwestern boy next door, bleeding-heart romantic, love of my life he was—wasn’t often gruff or direct with me. But when he was, I couldn’t help but pre-cum.

Although it appeared I was already on my knees—in fact, now eye level to each of their belts as both of them surrounded me—I shrugged off the weird dream continuity error and looked up with a pair of obedient eyes.

Rigg leaned forward to my level, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead before whispering into my ear. “Soon, everything will make sense.”

In contrast to his affectionate actions a moment before, I found myself both surprised and frankly unbelievably excited when I felt Rigg’s hand pushing the back of my head into the crotch of Alek’s pants.

“You like that, huh?” Rigg asked without expecting a response. His fingers slipped through my hair as he continued to force me against Alek. “I bet you do.”

By now, I had accepted the fact that I was now in sexy dreamland. I opened my mouth and used my lips to outline what appeared to be a growing bulge tucked in Alek’s pants. My attention now turned to Alek, who peered down at me with a flame of excitement in his eyes. Before long, his hands were fiddling to undo his belt, unbutton his slacks, and unzip his fly.

To my surprise, no underwear. Is that just a dream world thing or…? I asked myself.

Alek let his pants sag down to his thighs as his nearly full-staff manhood popped out like a surprise guest. I tried to look to Rigg for his next set of commands, but fully understood them when again the pressure of his hands pushed my face into the base of his coworker’s cock.

In all of my experiences, sex dreams seemed to be one of two things: a completely exhilarating, seemingly realistic simulation—or simply a lot of explicit content with no real physical or emotional feelings and reactions. However, despite the surreal scenario, the texture of Alek’s skin against my lips, the pulsing of his erection against my tongue, and the feeling of complete submission as his full length entered my mouth was enough to make me question if I actually was dreaming. When I used a free hand to pinch myself, nothing happened. But I realized I was somehow already completely naked.

That’s definitely some dream shit,I thought to myself.

No matter, though. I would not question the scenario.

“Fuck yeah,” I heard Rigg grunt from behind as his hands—cupped on each side of my head—began moving me back and forth onto Alek’s growing dick.

Alek, meanwhile, let out a long sigh as he tilted his head back. I assumed he was just a figment of my imagination enjoying the scenario, of course, but that didn’t stop me from happily obliging when, instead of my boyfriend calling the shots, Alek began to.

Grabbing a tuft of my hair from the top of my head, Alek adjusted his footing and began slowly but adamantly retracting his hips before thrusting nearly his full length back into my mouth. The sensation tickled my throat, but the exhilaration of the moment seemed to allow me to take even more of him inside of me.

“That’s it. All the way,” Alek sternly demanded of me as I felt the tug of his fist.

I looked up at him, my wide eyes watery as his erection slipped out of my mouth and bounced like a play thing against my lips. “Y-yes,” I obliged as my lips outlined his full length, pausing only momentarily before I engulfed the thick mushroom head at the top and allowed him to skull fuck me.

“That’s a good little guy,” Alek responded as my upper lip pressed into his smooth abdomen. Hey, that’s what Rigg calls me! But I guess that’s how he addressed me yesterday when he stopped by to visit, so…

“That’s right,” I heard Rigg whisper from behind. “Please your master.”

Master?I thought to myself. Sounds kinkier than usual, but then again, this is either a wild sex dream or a really intense reality.

I couldn’t process my next thought before Rigg had ripped me off of Alek and began flicking his own thick, erect cock against my face. Alek joined suit, leaving me there on my knees, mouth wide as they each pummeled my face and tongue. The show of dominance was exhilarating.

I barely had time for breath before Rigg inserted himself inside my mouth and began the immediate task of searching for my gag reflex.

“Good boy,” Alek whispered as he traced the outline of Rigg’s cock through my cheek.

With his hand at the base of his member, Rigg inserted himself fully into my mouth before pressing it against the interior of my left cheek. The resulting sound was a loud popping noise as his cock slid out of my lips and bounced freely in the air. He repeated the demeaning, self-servicing act several times before Alek adjusted my jaw and did the same.

“Maybe you are cut out to have two masters after all,” Alek snickered in response to making me gag a second, third, and fourth time.

Like a ravenous animal, I grabbed for both of their cocks and took turns sucking and licking. I paid special attention to the heads of their penises, tightening my lips around their glans as I bobbed up and down. The nearly naked muscle men having their way with me both snickered in response.

“That’s right, baby,” Rigg coaxed softly as I stuck my tongue out. “Show us that tongue.”

Almost on command, the two slapped their throbbing mushroom heads against my tongue. They took turns spitting on their cocks and in my mouth as they made their scene, each maintaining a wicked smile as they dominated me.

I was in complete—and I mean complete—ecstasy. I could feel my own hard-on pulsating as Rigg joked with Alek before spitting again into my mouth. Alek’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as I leaned forward and deep-throated him. Rigg responded by pinching Alek’s nipples.

“Don’t stop,” Alek commanded. And I didn’t.

With my right hand at the base of his cock, I bobbed my head back and forth. My tongue danced along his shaft. I could feel Alek’s hips twitch, a familiar and uncontrollable spasm taking hold.

“You want that load?” Rigg asked me, but it was a rhetorical question.

I tried to give a response, but with my mouth full, it was a mere muffle.

“Fuuuuuuck,” screamed Alek as he began thrusting his hips forward. I held myself completely still as I felt Rigg’s hands wrap around my jaw and Alek’s balls slap against my chin.

“Swallow his load, baby,” Rigg commanded as he bent down to my eye level to watch my flustered face.

In that moment, Alek unloading inside of me was all I ever wanted. In the frenzied panic, I made eye contact with Rigg. He had a look on his face I could only describe as intense fascination. I guess something about watching another guy dominate what’s yours?

As Alek let out one last heave, I felt hot spurts coat the back of my mouth. The pure ecstasy of the moment sent my body into the same ecstatic, animalistic vibrations. In that moment, I could tune out Rigg’s dirty talk, the spasming of the muscular body before me, and even my own orgasm. In that moment, I felt completely devoted to the pleasure of a man I barely knew. The man filling me with his seed made an O-face I had never seen before—his pupils turning a flush blood red.

“Holy shit!” I screamed as I finally pulled back and could catch my breath, my entire body drenched in sweat. “Jesus Christ.”

Suddenly, it seemed like everything around me went completely dark. I was alone.

And just like that, I was back in my apartment, back in my bed, back in my briefs. The only difference from before was that my underwear was now soaked from what was the most lucid sex dream of my life.

Strange how real that seemed, though.

For the restof the day, I couldn’t help but to wonder why my sex dream had looked—and felt—more graphic than any other I had ever experienced. Researching Alek’s severe case of red eye had yielded me a never-ending search results queue of vampire mythos. Better than the WebMD results, I guess. Even more bothersome was the fact that I couldn’t figure out whether to tell my boyfriend about it.

That evening, I didn’t see Rigg until I returned from the cycling class I usually attended on Thursdays with friends. He, too, had stopped at the gym—only instead, his workout buddy had been Alek.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted me as I entered the apartment. “How was your day?”

The thought of my extreme wet dream popped into my head, but that still was not something I was entirely ready to admit. “Uh, good. Pretty productive. Yourself?”

“Very good,” Rigg responded with a smirk. “You get your sweat on?”

If only he knew, I thought to myself.

I returned the smile as he quickly grabbed the gym bag off of my shoulders and placed it aside. “Well, handsome,” I replied as I sank into his arms and found his lips intertwined with mine. “I sure did. And from the looks of it, I’m not the only one.”

Still donning a cut-off t-shirt and a sweatband, Rigg chuckled as he scooped me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re not wrong. Alek challenged me to quite the workout tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure he did,” I teased.

Rigg could tell he fell right into that one, but he continued on. “From what I can gather,” he whispered as he kissed the nape of my neck, “it seems like you’re the one he’s interested in making all hot and sweaty.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Rigg’s scruff tickled my skin, but I playfully beat my fists against his chest in response to his suggestion. “Really? Well, you know all my friends in college always said I should’ve gone for the cuter roommate instead.”

“Hmph,” Rigg dropped my weight, but leaned in for a kiss, anyway. “So, what you’re saying then is that all of my dirty locker room talk is exactly what’s on the menu for this weekend?”

I kissed back, but found myself unable to immediately answer his question. Instead, my eyes once again fixated on my boyfriend’s neck. However, what I was looking for was gone. Not an imperfection in sight, I quietly noted. Weird.

“I’ll take your creepy moment of transfixing on my neck as a… yes?” The sound of Rigg’s voice brought me back to reality. He looked confused; possibly even concerned.

“Uh, what?” I asked absentmindedly. Rigg and I had talked at length about inviting a third into the bedroom before—if only to spice things up or live out a couple of fantasies. I must have been so hesitant to say anything about what my subconscious was apparently yearning for that at first I didn’t even make the connection. “Oh, wait. Y-you mean, out of all the guest stars on the Rigg and Eli Sex Show, you’re suggesting… Alek?”

Rigg rolled his shoulders into a shrug before pulling my hands into his. “Babe, I am all yours, always and forever. I just thought you weren’t opposed to changing things up in the bedroom.”

“Oh,” I paused pensively. My mind was racing right now—good thoughts, bad thoughts, somewhere-in-between thoughts—but the look in my boyfriend’s eyes as he stared into mine helped to center me. “I mean, I definitely am not opposed.”

One thing that was on my mind for sure, though, was?—

“I’m guessing you think I’ve been distant lately,” Rigg was quick to chime in. “You know, with work and everything.”

And there he goes, reading it again, of course. Yes, but I certainly?—

“You don’t want something like inviting another guy in the bedroom to serve as a bandage for our relationship,” continued Rigg. “I get that. And that’s not what I want either. I’m just hoping to have some relaxing time with you to make up for all the days, minutes, and hours I’ve missed out on these past few months. And while, yes, our potential third wheel for the weekend was part of the equation, if you so choose, I have a few other things that I wanted to share with you, too. Things I think you’ll enjoy, things that will hopefully help you make sense of everything that’s been going on with me, with work, and with everything.”

Correct, deep, and possibly cryptic, I thought to myself. My mind instantly jumped to what had appeared to be old bite marks on Rigg’s neck. The ones that were now gone. Something about that? Or what about Alek? And what’s he think of all of this?

“If you’re wondering if I went behind your back to plan things with Alek, the answer would be—well, yes.” Rigg cleared his throat. “But all of that pertains solely to me asking him if we could stay at his little weekend getaway, I promise.”

Phew,I thought to myself as I let out a sigh of relief.

“Now, I do know for a fact that he’s free this weekend and wouldn’t be opposed to joining us for—well, whatever we decide to get into,” Rigg could sense my calm as he pressed his lips against my neck. “But I haven’t formally invited him along. That’s up to my baby—and my baby alone—to decide. In the meantime, I’d love to have our own private show tonight, just you and me.”

Good, because all of this touching and talking about a hot threesome is making me unbelievably horny... again.

Since we hadboth gotten a workout in for the day, Rigg and I took a relaxing hot shower together before getting ready for bed.

The hot water pressing against my chest and stomach, coupled with the feeling of my boyfriend’s hard body leaning into my shoulders and back, was both relaxing and intoxicating. I kept my eyes closed as I leaned into his figure.

Sigh, dreamy, I thought to myself as I felt his powerful body against mine.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what I’ve been wanting to do to you all day,” Rigg whispered quietly in my ear as the combination of his lips and facial scruff on my neck sent shivers through my body.

“Oh?” I responded with a giggle, my eyes closed as water trickled down my face. “Is that so?”

“It is.” Rigg nibbled on my ear and responded with an affirmative grunt. “Been thinking of what I want Alek to do to you, too.”

By now, I was uncontrollably hard—and completely unable to hide it. Rigg’s hands massaged my shoulders before making their way down my arms. I could feel the pressure of his torso on my back just as vividly as I could feel his big, strong hands brush against, taunt, and pinch my nipples.

I responded with an audible moan. “Oh, really now?”

“Mm-hmm,” replied Rigg as he seemed to take on a sarcastic, playful tone. Almost like the bad boy version of him I witnessed in my dream. “I just can’t imagine what my little twink of a boyfriend will do at the mercy of two very dominant, very sexually frustrated men.”

I opened my mouth to respond when something else caught my attention. Against the small of my back and running down to my bottom, something throbbed against my skin. Before I could even react, Rigg’s overpowering arms wrapped around me, enveloping my chest, shoulders, and neck. Although on a normal day I may have already been spent, there was something almost supernaturally sexy—uncharacteristically dominant, masculine, and almost chilling about the way Rigg handled my body.

The good kind of chilling,I thought as my boyfriend’s large cock teased me from behind. I fucking love it.

“W-what do you guys want me to do?” I tried to ask in my best innocent, clueless boyfriend voice.

I hadn’t even finished my sentence before Rigg had spun me around and pressed me into the tiled shower wall that surrounded us. Now, the water stream drenched his hair and back, engulfing us both as my low moans of pleasure echoed through the steamy bathroom. His heaving, furry pecs—nearly pressed against my face, given our height difference—had never turned me on so much. I tried to place my hands on his shoulders, but he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them up against the wall.

That’s when he gave me my answer.

“I want you to call me master,” Rigg answered assertively.

Master?Rigg’s demand was one that I had thought previously only existed in my deepest and kinkiest of fantasies. And coincidentally, of course, my most recent dream. In that moment, a wave of crimson hot bashfulness seemed to envelop me as I tried to avoid making eye contact. It was like Rigg had somehow found my internal sex fantasy browser history and was using it to his advantage. My mind raced back to the unbelievable wet dream I had experienced that afternoon. It felt otherworldly, I thought, but also sexy. Very, very sexy.

“Y-yes, master,” I tripped over my words as I looked up at Rigg. By now, there was a fire in his eyes that seemed foreign; one I couldn’t believe was there. But I wasn’t complaining. My entire body throbbed and pulsated. So did his, and I felt it.

Without words, I quickly realized what I was being told to do next. Rigg stepped backwards, his eyes remaining locked on mine, while his right hand gripped the shaft of his erection. He flicked it rapidly and my eyes grew wide as the head of his cock bounced against his abs.

The next thing I knew, the pressure of the water tickled my collarbone as Rigg’s hands found their place on either side of my head. Kneeled down before my boyfriend, I traced his penis with my tongue before using the suction of my lips to pull the tip into my mouth. The almost unrecognizably sexually charged man before me wasted no time—his fingers finding handlebars in the wet clumps of hair on my head as he arched his back and pushed himself into my mouth.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded coldly as I accepted the fervent face fuck.

Despite the welling of tears in my eyes as I fought with my gag reflex, I looked up at the vascular, furry torso overpowering me and the pair of ravenous eyes watching my every emotion.

“Good boy,” Rigg grunted as I allowed the full length of him inside me. I coughed and choked as his pubes brushed against my upper lip and he let out a low groan. “Just like that, baby.”

Fuck,I thought to myself as goosebumps seemed to form over the entirety of my body. This is so hot.

Like he was reading my mind, Rigg swung his hips back until only the head of his manhood was resting between my lips and then promptly thrusted back into my face. My eyes remained trained on his the entire time. I savored the stimulus of his throbbing erection and the look of enjoyment on his face as he watched me take him. I felt so innocent and defiled, so sexy and naughty all at once.

Rigg continued the same thrusting movement, burying my face in the groomed fur that covered his lower torso with each thrust. I felt spit dribbling from my lips as he continued to abuse my mouth, thrusting harder and faster despite the sound of me struggling to allow him into the back of my throat.

I was allotted time to recover as Rigg leaned back and again gripped the base of his dick, as though holding it out for me to see. I looked up and instinctively stuck my tongue out as he began slapping the full girth of it against my face. He let out a low moan as the flicking sound of his cock bouncing against my warm tongue filled the bathroom. I could literally feel myself pre-cumming despite keeping my hands at my sides.

“That’s right, baby,” Rigg groaned. “Worship it.”

I let out a soft moan of approval before enveloping his mushroom head once more between my lips and proceeding to bob my head back and forth on his hypersensitive glans. He responded approvingly by once again picking up the pace and began full-on skull-fucking me.

“All the way,” he quietly commanded. I felt his muscular arms grabbing mine, forcing my wrists against the shower wall as he again pinned me against it. At this angle, each thrust was accompanied by the slap of Rigg’s ball sack against my chin. I wasn’t sure we had ever messed around like this before. But being his bitch—letting him dominate me—was so addicting, I thought to myself.

I must’ve not come up for air for at least a good two minutes. The entirety of my focus centered solely upon Rigg’s pleasure as he heaved, moaned, and thrusted. I could see that he was definitely getting quite the physical workout, but he kept me pinned like I was a rag doll, despite all odds. “Are you going to swallow for your master, Eli?” he asked without letting up.

Whoa. My response was muffled by—you guessed it—a mouthful of cock, but I whimpered affirmatively.

“Yeah?” Rigg responded as he locked eyes with me again and picked up the pace.

“Mm-hmm,” I managed as I felt him bypass my gag reflex and fuck my throat. The tickling sensation of his member pressing further inside me was drowned out by the heat of the moment.

“Eyes up here,” is all he said to me, so I obliged.

Rigg adjusted himself to hold both my wrists above me with his left hand while simultaneously using his right hand to cradle my jaw as he fucked it, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like I was about to bust.

“Ready for that load?” Rigg searched for the answer in my eyes as he continued to pump into me. “Unh!”

I prepared myself for the ‘big leagues’ as I felt his thighs tremble. The force with which Rigg was pushing into me seemed to double as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Don’t fucking waste it,” he commanded. I felt him spraying into the back of my throat, filling my mouth as I worked to swallow as much of his load as I could. At the same time, I felt my body jolt uncontrollably as I was sent into orgasm and began cumming hands-free.

Holy fuck, I thought as I came up for air for the first time in what seemed like hours.

When I noticed his eyes on me, I instantly thought to myself that Rigg looked like a wild animal hunting for a meal. He moved his head down to kiss me, but stopped short of it and quickly grabbed for his towel instead. “You’re lucky I don’t really lose control on you,” he said with some kind of sexy, cryptic inference as he hopped out of the shower. “Just wait for this weekend.”

Wait, that was only round one? I don’t know if I can handle much more than that. But I’m still excited thinking about it.

I collapsed to the floor of the shower in pure bliss, my body still sensitive and trembling.

Rigg acteda little weird for the rest of the night, but seemed in good spirits by the next morning. I’m almost afraid he’s going to adopt the dom daddy persona full time, I joked to myself as I went about my morning shower before packing. But would I really be complaining? Afraid might be the wrong word.

“With your permission, Alek says he’s going to meet us there, which should work out perfectly,” came Rigg’s voice from the bedroom.

“Sounds good, babe,” I hollered down the hallway. Fumbling through the drawers of our bathroom vanity, I hunted for toiletries we might need for the weekend. “I’m just packing some last-minute odds and ends before we take off.”

I heard Rigg open and close the front door—likely to continue packing the car—so I picked up my pace. “Uh, deodorant? Already have it. Hair gel? No. Hair brush? Yes. Oh, lube?” I paused. My mind went back to the surprisingly graphic and realistic three-way sex dream that had been haunting my memory ever since it happened. “A definite need,” I finished my thought aloud as I quickly tossed my favorite lubricant into my duffle bag.

I still felt bashful after my boyfriend literally made me his skull-fucking slave, but couldn’t help but bask in the freeing feeling it brought me to be his submissive slut. Not that I can prove Rigg is a mind-reader, but whatever new little intuition he seems to have, I’m definitely a fan of it, I thought to myself. I can only imagine what’s in store for this trip to an isolated cabin somewhere all alone in the wilderness.

“Oh, wilderness,” I said aloud to myself—almost as though I just now made that connection—as I rummaged through one last drawer. “Although not as important, definitely still a need,” I beamed as I pulled sunscreen and bug spray out of the last vanity drawer and added them to my bag.

“How’s everything going in here, handsome?” came a familiar voice.

I turned to see Rigg leaning in the doorway with a suspicious grin on his face, a baseball cap I had never seen him wear on his head. “Hey, babe, nice hat,” I replied as I leaned in and pecked his cheek. “It’s going good. Just grabbing some last-minute things, like, uh, SPF, bug repellant, lubricant. Just, you know, the bare essentials.”

“Bare indeed,” snickered Rigg as he moved in closer to me, his hands now wrapping around my waist. Studying his facial features, I gave him another kiss before flicking his hat up and off his head. “And what makes you think you get the luxury of lube?”

My eyes widened; the look on my face was too much for Rigg to keep a straight face for long.

“Just kidding, baby,” Rigg finally chuckled. He returned the kiss as he dropped his grip on me and grabbed up my bag. “But definitely pack the sunscreen. Is there anything else that we need to get in the car besides this?”

I looked around the room pensively. Well, nothing in here, but maybe I should pack a couple of extra jock straps, I thought to myself.

Rigg used this opportunity to cop a feel, gripping my buttocks with both hands. “Oh, and this, of course.”

“Ha, of course,” I laughed as I reacted to his hands cupping me from behind. “I think that’s it, you dog.”

We locked eyes as Rigg pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He pressed his lips against mine before letting out a playful bark. “Woof woof, Eli!”

“Woof, indeed,” I smiled in response to his joke. “I think we’re good to go.”

“As long as you know it’s you who’s going to be wearing a leash this weekend,” Rigg quipped as he shrugged his shoulders. I playfully pushed my balled up hands into his chest, mimicking a punching movement as a rebuttal before he made his way to the door.

Now a leash? That’s something I’m cool with, but I’ll be keeping that opinion private… for now, anyway.

As Rigg loaded the final few bags into his car and I took my place in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for the rest of the weekend. If it was anything like last night, I might need another vacation just to recover. Again, something I’m cool with, I thought to myself as Rigg turned over the ignition and we started our drive.