Chapter 44 Two Favorite Pussies
Calder
I wake early the next day and reach over to find the other side of Dakota’s bed empty. Frowning, I look at the clock to see
it’s only seven. Where the hell is she? I get up to go look for her, my cock shamelessly poking through my boxer briefs as
I walk into the bathroom and see the light on in the closet.
I find her standing on her tiptoes in my Colorado Rockies T-shirt, holding the hanger of a large white garment bag. It’s unzipped,
revealing the infamous stained wedding dress that was trashed all those years ago during the house reno mishap. I clear my
throat and lean against the door, fighting away the painful flashback I am having right now.
Her head turns to look at me, and her cheeks flush crimson. “I could never bring myself to get rid of this dress. The one
that I married Randal in, however, went right in the trash can.”
My shoulders shake with silent laughter. “I bet it felt good to dump that one.”
“It really did,” she replies with a heavy sigh. “But you know what I’ve been thinking about all morning?”
“What?”
“I was so pissed at you about that flood, and you never once thought about ratting Randal out. He was just as much a part
of the accident as you. In the end, he was fully responsible. Why didn’t you say anything even then?”
My lips thin as I stare at her looking so stunning with her sleep-tousled hair and bare face. “I wanted to protect you.”
“But why? I was so awful to you during the reno even before the accident.”
A heaviness builds in my chest as I consider whether or not to say the next part out loud. It could scare her away. Then again,
I told her I wouldn’t keep any more truths from her... so here goes. “I think I wanted you even then.”
She frowns back at me. “What are you talking about?”
I scrub my hand over my face, shocked that I’m actually admitting all of this to her and myself. “You marched into my brother’s
house on poker night all hot and spicy and poking at all of us like you owned the place. You were exactly the kind of girl
I would go for.”
She smiles curiously. “So why didn’t you?”
“You were Cozy’s best friend,” I reply, gripping the back of my neck. “She was getting serious with my brother, and I knew
the only way I could try to be with you would be if I was willing to marry you.”
Her expression shifts, and a terrified look streaks across her face. “Wait. Does that mean now you want—”
“I don’t want to marry you, Dakota,” I reply with a laugh, and she looks relieved until I add the last part, “yet.”
“ Yet ?” she exclaims, propping her hands on her hips like she’s about to scold me. “My divorce was final a couple months ago, Calder.”
“Oh, I know,” I huff, pushing off the frame of the door to eliminate the space between us so I can wrap my arms around her
waist. I press a chaste kiss to her forehead as she grips my bare shoulders. “I’m not saying marriage now. But I am saying
that I don’t hate the idea of you walking toward me in that exact dress someday. It made me breathless seven years ago and
that was before I even realized how I felt about you.”
Her body tenses beneath my hands so I try to soothe her with a soft kiss to her lips.
“I’m not trying to rush you, baby. I’m just trying to show you that this is real for me.
And you are the only woman in my life that I have ever felt like this with, and I will do whatever I can to keep you right here. ”
I squeeze her hips and pull her in close, feeling her heart race against mine. This is perhaps an even bigger declaration
than the love bomb I dropped on her last night. But fuck it, once you start letting yourself feel shit, it kind of feels fucking
awesome.
“I’m happy to call you my girlfriend for now, and we can see where the future takes us.”
A bright, teasing smile sparkles on her face. “Did you just call me your girlfriend ?”
“Would you prefer I call you my woman ? Cuz I like the sound of that too.”
Her brows pop up, and a heated look crosses her face. “You can call me whatever you want as long as you keep doing whatever
you did with your tongue to me last night.”
“Oh, did my woman like that?” I growl, dipping my lips to her neck and nibbling her supple flesh. “My tongue is at your service,
but I need something a little sexy from you too.”
Her hands slide down my chest, and I let out a deep groan as she strokes my cock over my briefs. “Name it,” she whispers.
I shake my head and laugh. She’s going to fucking kill me.
“I ’ m not sure this thing works with boobs,” Dakota says all trussed up in my living room with her arms stretched out wide.
“It works great with boobs,” I reply, walking over to her and adjusting the straps. “But it might work better if you were
naked underneath.”
“Oh, is that right?”
I chuckle softly and a memory of her at the sex club flashes in my mind. “Hey, I can get you a matching mask if you like.
It might be a little dirty from the girls who wore it before you, though.”
A loud thwack sounds as Dakota hammers me in the stomach with an adorable look of righteousness.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Lambchop! Lambchop! No masks.”
She laughs and shakes her head as Milkshake bellows for the tenth time from the door, sick of our shit. I turn back to Dakota,
and her breath is heavy, and her eyes are full of arousal from the poking and prodding I’ve been doing to her. My woman likes
it when I tie her up.
“Listen to me, baby.” I grip the straps up around her shoulders and yank her to me. “I promise you that no woman has ever
worn this carrier. Only you.”
Her nose wrinkles, but she gets a touched look on her face as she tips her chin up and offers me her lips.
I chuckle through my nose as my lips find hers, catching her in a deep, drugging kiss. Finally, I pull away and slap her on
the ass to head toward the door.
“What do I do?” she asks, holding her hands out awkwardly.
“Just stand there, and Fuzz will jump up into your—”
She squeals loudly as my cat does exactly what I promised she’d do. I help get her legs situated in the holders and open the
door for us to step onto my front porch. Dakota walks down the steps, her hands awkwardly bowing out from her body while I
lean on the railing, taking in the view of her in front of the mountain vista.
She turns around and pushes her hair out of her face. “How do I look?”
“You look damn fine on my peak.” I smile and cross my arms over my chest, knowing this is a sight I could get used to. I waggle
my brows at her. “My two favorite pussies.”
She rolls her eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”
“That’s just fine because I love you.”
Her cheeks flush. “I love you too.”
I smile and join her as we do our very first cat walk as a couple who has a hell of a lot more love for each other than hate.