Epilogue
EMERY
Six Months Later
Iroll over in bed to find a hairy body and a wet tongue to greet me good morning.
And it doesn’t belong to my boyfriend. I smile anyway and throw my arms around the big, thick neck.
“Thora, I thought you weren’t supposed to be on your dad’s bed,” I admonish gently, rubbing one of her velvety soft ears with my fingers.
The dog opens her mouth and gives me what’s known as the pittie grin. Of course, my heart melts as she plops down next to me—all sixty-five pounds of her—and snuggles into my side, snuffling happy noises as I rub her belly.
“Good morning, sexy,” Shaw says, walking into the bedroom with a breakfast tray in his hands. My gaze drinks him in appreciatively, noticing the perfect bulge evident inside his briefs, which are the only article of clothing he wears.
Lucky me.
“I hope you mean me,” I tease, nuzzling my cheek into the side of Thora’s face.
Shaw chuckles. “I see someone has made herself comfortable in my absence.” He sets the tray down on the nightstand and waves his hand at us. “And I only want one of my girls in my bed with me this morning.”
I laugh and offer a coy shrug, rolling to my side and propping myself up with my hand to watch this unfold. Thora lifts her own block head from the pillow, her new Vikings logo collar and tags jingling, and she stares up at Shaw with a look of innocence.
He snaps his fingers and points down at the floor, where a perfectly comfy dog bed exists.
“Down, girl. Now.”
Thora reluctantly sits up, lazily yawns and stretches, then jumps off with the grace of a linebacker. She stops and lifts her head, pink snout sniffing at the aroma of food in the air, and gives a very diva-like look that says Fine, but I’ll be back.
Shaw snicks his teeth, and I give my best golf clap.
“My, what a well-trained dog you have.”
When his gaze connects with mine, it flashes a sexy gleam I’ve been privy to a lot since we’ve been together.
“Only because I had a great instructor.”
The bed shifts when Shaw’s knee dips into the mattress, and he climbs over me, straddling my thighs.
All my laughter dries up when he slides a hand along the outside of my leg, making his way up to the bottom of the oversized T-shirt I wear courtesy of Vikings hockey.
Then he rucks it up to expose the skin of my belly.
He and I both know what he’ll find when he makes his way between us.
I will be wet and ready for him, knowing what’s to come next.
Over the last six months, three of which have been his summer break from the league, we have spent every available moment together.
Our living arrangements were modified slightly when Case moved out once his girlfriend—now fiancée—graduated from college.
They found their own place and are planning their upcoming wedding.
Needless to say, it’s rare that I sleep in my own bed these days. And rarer yet if I’m found wearing any panties to bed.
Shaw casually draws circles around my navel with the pads of his fingers, a sensation that drives me wild with need.
“I thought we were going to eat breakfast in bed,” I say, not truly interested in anything that’s on that tray right now.
Shaw gives me that sexy side-grin of his and raises his brow.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I am.”
My body floods with arousal as he slides over my belly, grasping my knees and wrenching my legs open, then his mouth is suddenly at my bare pussy.
My eyelids flutter closed and my back arches off the mattress with the first swipe of his tongue.
I moan something incoherently, my fingers grasping and threading into his messy bedhead hair.
Within seconds, I am panting for more as he expertly works his tongue against my swollen clit. When his fingers enter me, stretching and thrusting into my wet core, and his tongue flicks my sensitive numb, I know I’m close to shattering into a million pieces.
I can barely form words as I climb to my climax, but the throbbing ache in my womb wants him inside me. To complete me.
“Baby… I need you to stop,” I mutter, gripping the sides of his face to draw his head up.
His expression is incredulous. “Huh? Why?”
I crook my finger to motion him up to me. “Because I want you off the bench and inside me when I come.”
With a compliant smile, he does as I request, settling his hard cock into the wet groove between my legs where his mouth had just been.
“I love it when you talk hockey to me,” he murmurs, entering me in one swift, thrusting motion.
A loud gasp of pleasure leaves my lungs as my inner walls stretch to accommodate his girth. He begins thrusting, drawing us toward the precipice of desire until we fall over that edge and soar together.
Everything feels right with Shaw. It’s like he rescued my heart when he rescued Thora.
And there’s no better feeling in the world than to be loved by this man.
Our devotion for our dogs and our devotion for each other make us a perfect fit.
As if hearing my thoughts—or maybe to join in the chorus of exuberant sounds we had just made together—Thora lets out a loud, boisterous whine for our attention.
Yeah, a dog’s devotion is pretty fulfilling, too.
The End