16. Lilly
CHAPTER 16
LILLY
Or maybe it’s not anger. Can you have an erection while angry? No idea, but that’s an epic one under those briefs. So big I can’t believe the underwear is able to contain it.
Being short, I’ve felt dwarfed by things before—but never by something that’s technically smaller than I am. Yet somehow his cock has that effect.
How does Bruce have enough blood left in his body to function—and to flex all those muscles? He should’ve left his dog’s name as Peanut and named his cock Colossus instead. Or Titan. Or?—
“What is going on?” Bruce demands.
I take a step back. “I’m here for Titan. I mean, Colossus.” It takes all my willpower to drag my eyes upward to Bruce’s face instead of staring at his Titan.
“Alexa, dim bedroom lights,” Bruce growls.
The brightness subsides.
Seeing the murderous expression in Bruce’s icy eyes, I take another step back and mutter, “I’m sorry. Seems like Colossus got startled.”
Bruce angrily strides over to a nearby closet and wraps himself in a robe.
The disappointment I feel is almost proportional to Titan—which is obviously stupid.
“I thought you were a professional,” Bruce says grimly.
“What do you mean?” I demand. It’s like the man has the superpower of raising my hackles.
“I mean that a dog trainer should be able to come get her charge without having him go berserk with stress.”
I hate him all the more because he’s right. “I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll crack open the door and use a cookie to lure him out.”
In fact, I probably would’ve thought about this earlier if I weren’t so sleepy.
Bruce shakes his head. “His bed is moving to your room.”
“Fine,” I say. “Can we go now?”
He waves me off imperiously. “Just make sure to wear protection. Owls hunt at night.”
I roll my eyes and turn to face Colossus.
The little fur ball wags his tail, all earlier barking forgotten.
“Come,” I say.
He trots over to me, and I lead him to the garage to gear up.
Outside, the night air smells wonderful, and the full moon illuminates the estate beautifully, making this walk a joy despite the late hour. Colossus does his business pretty quickly—no doubt eager to return to bed. I pick him up and carry him to Bruce’s bedroom, where I open the doors as carefully as I can.
Hmm.
There’s a light inside.
I gingerly step in, only to gape at the source.
Bruce is playing my Switch… in bed.
“ The Witcher 3 ?” I blurt.
He grunts in the affirmative.
“Do you like it so far?”
He gives another grunt.
I guess he didn’t want to be awakened again, so he decided to kill the time by gaming—which is exactly what I would have done.
Without saying another word, I deposit Colossus and skedaddle.
Once in my own room, I shamelessly head for my box of sex toys, as I can see only one way to get any shuteye at this point: a visit to my bat cave.
No. Bat cave makes me think of Batman, and his name is Bruce—and that’s not who I want in my head for this. I’d better think about someone else, like the computer-generated Witcher.
Yeah.
That’s the ticket. With this in mind, I proceed to ménage à moi.