Page 49 of Beautiful Life
I smile against his lips as I feel his one hand move down by body as he supports most of his weight on his forearm beside my head. I lose his mouth as he tips his head down to watch his hand move down my body.
Not taking his eyes off the trail of his hand, he murmurs, “You know what makes me happy, sweetheart?”
“What makes you happy, Tone?” With everything he’s given me, I’d do backflips to make him happy.
With his head still tipped watching his fingers trace my pubic bone to between my legs where he’s making me wet and fidget again, he answers with one word, “This.” He looks up with warm, dancing eyes as he keeps at me with his fingers and grins. “This is a surprise. And Gem, I haven’t had you but I have had my hands down your pants, so I know this is new.”
I feel my face flush because, yes, he has had his hands down my pants many times over the past few weeks but I’m also really happy it makes him happy. But it’s still a little embarrassing, so for some reason I blurt, “Well … Gabby went to get a wax for the honeymoon and talked me into going with her.”
His demeanor changes immediately and I feel his hand cup me firmly between the legs making me gasp. His mouth gets tight as he bites out, “That is shit I do not need to know about my cousin who I just walked down the aisle.”
Because I can’t help it, I smile, biting my lip. When a giggle escapes he says, “You think that’s funny?”
I nod through my laughter and my body keeps shaking. He looks down at me with a grin on his face while slowly shaking his head. But I feel his firm hand that’s cupping me between my legs move and he fills me with two firm fingers with a firm thumb running over my clit.
“I know you’re thick as thieves with my cousin, but that shit is off limits, Leigh,” he warns through his grin. “But, this still makes me happy,” he says on a delightful inward thrust of his firm fingers.
“I want to make you happy, too.”
“I’ll be happy as long as I’ve got you.”
He leans in to kiss me as he creates more heat that eventually travels and shakes my body. Tony ends up needing another condom. Later, after being possessed by Tony in his perfect way, he wrapped me up, wedging a thigh between my legs just like always when tucking us in for bed. But this time we did it sleeping naked. And just like all things with Tony, it was perfect and I fell into a deep sleep thinking in some remote part of my brain that this is so good, there has to be a way to sleep naked after having kids. I just hope Tony can figure out a way to make that happen.
*****
Tony
“Did I do something to you, man? Do you hate me for some reason?”
My brother-in-law shakes his head as he smiles, his body shaking with silent laughter.
“I told you what I wanted.” I do not find one fucking thing funny right now.
“Tony, this is a good dog. He’s house trained, but still a puppy at just eight months old. Since he’s my patient, I can vouch for his health. He’s from a good home with little kids so he’s a family dog. Lord knows we have enough kids for him to be around to keep him kid friendly until you have your own,” Lanny explains.
“I cannot fucking believe you,” I mutter under my breath as I look out to the yard where Leigh is sitting, ass to the cold ground with a half-grown puppy jumping all over her licking her face.
Leigh.
Making her mine last night for the first time was better than I imagined. Better than it’s ever been for me without question. Finally having her, tasting her, making her come while I’m moving inside her, I thought I knew before but I know now more than ever, I want her in my life. Forever. Now I just need to get her to take the next step.
After I made love to her first thing this morning, we showered and had breakfast delivered to the cottage. Lanny called me yesterday before the wedding saying he had a good dog that needed a home he thought I should look at, so we came straight to his house after checking out of the cottage.
Lanny is married to my oldest sister, Sophia. They live on a ranchette outside of town. It’s not big enough to be considered a ranch but no one in this neighborhood owns less than three acres. Lanny’s a veterinarian, always seems to have extra animals here, and loves to train hunting dogs. They have a small barn, not to mention the trees and woods surrounding their home are sweet. Their house, like many in this area, is a sprawling ranch with a basement.
“I really need to know if you want him today,” Lanny continues. “My client has been looking for the perfect home for him. They start packing the week after next and don’t want to put the dog through the stress of being there with the movers in the house. They’re heartbroken they have to give him up, but he’s being transferred overseas. They’re moving to London, livin’ in the city and won’t have a yard. Feel it’s not fair to the dog, especially a puppy to not have that room to move and run. Their kids are heartbroken. I told the mom about you, she’s happy he’ll continue to be my patient with you bein’ my family. They aren’t even asking for a rehoming fee, just the perfect home.”
“I told you I didn’t mind buying a dog,” I reiterate.
Lanny sighs and turns fully to me. “Listen, Tone. You never know what you’ll get with a puppy. I should know, I’m a vet. Plus, you work long hours. I know you told me the other day you plan on Leigh moving in with you soon, but I heard her talkin’ about a new apartment at the reception last night—I know that’s not a done deal. If that happens,” I slice a menacing glare his way and he immediately holds up a placating hand and continues quickly, “sorry, man. When that happens, she works long hours, too. You two have no time to housetrain a puppy. This is the perfect scenario.”
I look back out into Lanny and Sophia’s back yard from the patio where we’re watching the show Leigh, my nephews, and the puppy are putting on. I sigh and cross my arms. Leigh takes the tennis ball, throws it again and the damn puppy runs after it in his gangly, klutzy way, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Grabbing the ball, he heads straight back to Leigh, where he slams into her, rocking her back with all his force, sending her laughs ringing through the air. My nephews are running circles around them playing tag and screaming.
Leigh looks to me, throws me a big smile, and yells, “He’s so sweet! Come play with him!”
“Dude, look at her. She loves him,” Lanny says from beside me.
I frown back at my brother-in-law. “Don’t call me ‘dude.’”
