Jules
"Yeah?"
"Your dog has been at it again!"
I knew the second he called Roscoe my dog, he’d done something terribly wrong.
It was the only time he didn’t refer to him as our dog.
We’d only had him for a couple of weeks, and for the most part, things had gone well.
He was quick to learn the whole potty-training thing, and he liked his kennel, but he was deep in that puppy chewing phase.
He'd gnaw on anything from slippers to Christmas tree ornaments, but most of all, he loved Quinton’s things.
So I wasn't surprised when I walked into the bedroom and found Quinton sitting on the edge of the bed with one of his boots in his hand.
The laces were chewed up, and the heel was gone, and my sweet Roscoe looked as guilty as could be as he crouched under the bed.
"Looks like someone forgot to put their shoes in the closet. "
"Um, noo.” He raised his brow with indignance. “It looks like someone still hasn't trained their dog."
"He’s our dog, and I’ve been working on it! He knows not to go in the closet, but things left on the floor are fair game."
"These were brand new boots, Jules.” There was no missing the aggravation in his voice as he added, “I spent a fortune on these damn things, and now, they're ruined."
"Well, they wouldn't be ruined if you'd put them in the closet instead of leaving them in the middle of the floor."
"If I didn't know better, I’d say you taught him to do that shit."
"You know better than that!"
"I don't know any such thing! You taught him how to roll over and play dead."
"That's different!"
"Maybe so, but I don't see him chewing up your shoes."
"Because I put my shoes in the closet where they belong!"
There was a time when I would've never said something like that, much less argued. I would've simply dropped my head and accepted defeat, and then, I'd hate myself for it. That was back when I was scared, but things are different now.
I was with someone I loved and trusted, and I wasn’t scared anymore.
I could say what was on my mind without fearing the consequences—which was why I placed my hand on my hip and sassed, "And that goes for my socks and underwear, too! You keep leaving them on the floor, and it's only a matter of time before Roscoe starts shredding them."
“That little asshole is going outside if he starts shredding my underwear!”
“That sweet baby is too little to be outside, and you know it!”
“Well, then, you better train his sweet, little ass not to chew up my damn boots!”
Quinton tossed his chewed-up boot on the floor with a defeated sigh, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.
I knew there was stuff going on with the club, and he had a long day ahead.
In hopes of lightening the mood, I dropped my hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it, along with my bra, exposing my breasts.
It took him a second to realize what I’d done, but when he did, a goofy smile slipped across his handsome face. “Seriously?”
“Hm-hmm.” I giggled as I said, “You know what they say... All is fair in love and war.”
“Is that right?”
When he stood and started towards me, I lowered my shirt and took a step back. “Easy there, killer. You’ve gotta get to the clubhouse, remember?”
“That was before you showed me the goods.”
He started charging towards me with that look in his eye, and a thrill shot through me. I started running out of the room with a screech. “Quinton!”
“No sense running, babe.” He rushed after me as he shouted, “You’re only making it harder on yourself.”
“I was just goofing around!”
Quinton chased me out of the bedroom and down the hall, and I was about to make it to the living room when I felt his arms around my waist. He lifted me into the air and gave me a quick spin. My heart swelled as he lowered my feet to the floor and smiled.
He was loving and protective, and there was a tenderness in his touch that I’d never felt with any man.
He held my heart in his hand, and I held his.
He trailed kisses along my neck, and chills ran throughout my entire body when pinned me against the wall.
He stilled for a moment, then he said something that took me by complete surprise.
“Marry me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” His eyes never left mine as he repeated, “Marry me.”
“Quinton, we’ve only known each other for a couple of months.”
“Yeah, so?”
“We still have so much to learn about one another.”
“I know enough.” He brought his hands up to my face and brushed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb as he whispered, “I know you’re my one and only, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.”
“Quinton.”
“I meant it, Jules. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too.”
“Then, say yes.”
“Okay.” I could feel my smile grow wider as I told him, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Hell, yeah.”
His eyes danced with excitement as he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me with a passion I’d never known was possible.
Our hunger for each other took over, causing the kiss to become wild and heated, and I found myself reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head.
Pleased that I’d changed my tone about messing around, he smiled and said, “Now, that’s more like it. ”
I tossed his shirt to the floor, then lowered his jeans down his hips before giving him a gentle shove, pushing him down on the sofa.
Seeing how unbelievably hot he looked had my entire body humming with anticipation.
I quickly removed my top, and his eyes followed my hands as they lowered my pants down my legs.
I felt the heat of his stare as his eyes slowly roamed over me, and a needful ache burned inside of me when he growled, “Holy hell, woman. You are absolutely stunning.”
“When you say it like that, I almost believe it.”
It was clear from the expression on his face that the news pleased him.
I smiled as I stepped closer. I lowered myself down on the sofa, straddling him as he pulled me in for another kiss.
He took my breasts in his hands, gently caressing each with the pad of his thumb.
My head fell back as he raised his mouth to my nipple and began nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, sending goosebumps all over my body.
The warmth of his breath caressed my skin when he whispered, “I love you, Jules. More than you could ever know.”
“And I love you, Quinton. More every minute.”
A low, agonizing growl vibrated through his chest when I rocked my hips forward, causing his erection to rake against my warm, wet center. I loved that I was having such an effect on him, and feeling like a powerful seductress, I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into my flesh.
While I enjoyed seeing him respond to my touch, the anticipation of having him inside me had become too much to bear. I reached beneath me, taking his long, thick shaft in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down before positioning him at my entrance.
With one swift thrust, he slammed deep inside me, giving me every inch of his rock-hard cock.
I stilled for a moment, trying to adjust to him before I started to move my hips again.
I gasped when he shifted forward, finding that spot that made every nerve in me tingle.
He placed his hands on my hips as I slowly began to move, groaning at the jolts of pleasure that shot through me.
Consumed with lust and emotion, I looked at him, and with my voice trembling, I whispered, “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“You’ve got me, baby. All of me.”
I lowered my mouth to his once more, and we spent the next hour making love.
We probably would’ve kept at it even longer if Roscoe hadn’t decided to attack the Christmas tree.
It started with a simple tug of an ornament and ended with the entire tree crashing down, trapping him beneath it.
When he started to wail, I hopped off the sofa and slipped on my shirt.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Momma’s coming.”
We both rushed over to the corner of the room, and the second we lifted the tree, Roscoe came rushing out like something had bitten his backside. Quinton chuckled as he said, “Maybe now he’ll think twice before he fucks with the tree again.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He stepped over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’d stay and help you clean this mess up, but I’ve gotta get to the clubhouse.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got it.”
While he went to finish getting ready, I put my clothes back on and got to work putting the Christmas tree back together.
Thankfully, only a couple of the ornaments broke, and I was able to get everything back the way it was without any major issues.
I was putting on the final touches when Quinton came into the living room, and I couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing his old boots.
He gave Roscoe a menacing glare as he growled, “You better leave my boots alone, or it’s gonna be your ass. You got that?”
Like he understood what he’d said, Roscoe lifted his head and barked.
“I think he gets it.”
“I certainly hope so.” Quinton stepped over to me and gave me another quick kiss before he said, “Don’t forget about the Christmas party tonight.”
“I haven’t.” I smiled as I told him, “Wren has already called to remind us that we’re supposed to be at the clubhouse at six. She also wanted me to remind you to bring your dirty Santa gift.”
I was with him when he ordered an awful pair of boxers with an image of his face plastered in the center, so I knew he was joking when he said, “I’m thinking Roscoe should be my gift.”
“Not a chance. Those awful boxers will have to suffice.”
“Those boxers are the shit, and you know it.”
“I’m sure they will be a huge hit tonight.” I shook my head and giggled as I told him, “Now, get out of here. You’re already late.”
“You’re right.” He bolted towards the door as he shouted, “Love ya, babe.”
“Love you, too!”
Seconds later, the back door opened and closed, and he was gone. I went over and scooped Roscoe into my arms and carried him over to the sofa. I turned him to face me as I said, “Guess what! Your daddy and I are gettin’ married.”
Roscoe cocked his head to the side like he understood me.
“Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?”
He cocked his head to the other side.
“We’ve got a good thing here. Better than I ever thought possible.”
Roscoe wiggled in my lap and barked in agreement.
“I know. I really love him, and he loves me.” I leaned down and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And we love you, too. Even when you knock over the Christmas tree.”
He gave me another little bark, and I pulled him in for a big hug, and tears filled my eyes as I told him, “Looks like I’m getting my happy ending after all.”