There’s an unmistakable sparkle in her fern-colored eyes as she gazes at me. “Can’t have that.”
“No, I’ve got plans for you.”
Color rises in her cheeks to match mine.
In a swift maneuver that feels practiced, I thread our fingers together and latch on tight. Spud is quick to abandon his sprawled-out position on the floor. Our dog reads our body language as if we’ve been a cohesive unit for years rather than hours. His protective stance aims for the exit, ready to guide us out for a hasty retreat. My free hand grabs his leash from Bianca, which gives her the freedom to give our audience a parting wave.
“Thanks for your help. There’s nothing quite like a supportive community.” She blows a kiss to the grabby women from earlier.
The blonde one lifts her beer. “Stick around for a drink.”
“We won’t bite.” The brunette pats the empty stool beside her. “Not until he asks nicely.”
Bianca bristles and scoots in front of me. “Maybe next time.”
I duck to hide a grin, stamping a kiss onto her crown. Lilac perfumes her silky hair. A deep inhale calms me and I squeeze her palm in mine. “C’mon, we’re going home.”
Her sigh is dramatic, which pairs well with her flouncy stride. “He’s gonna shag me rotten. Don’t wait up.”
A chorus of mixed messages from the patrons follow us to the curb. Two want us to stay, but the rest are a colorful variety of good riddance. Can’t say I blame them. We tossed a wrench in their predictable afternoon.
I shake my head while boosting Bianca into the truck. Spud has springs on his paws, hopping in without trying. She holds her arms up while he gets comfortable, resting his head on her lap. That leaves his butt pointing at the driver’s side—most definitely on purpose. Those two are already thick as thieves.
The brazen instigator is all smiles as I round the hood and get settled behind the wheel. Her joy is infectious, rushing my movements to get gone. Fern roars to life to announce our departure and I swear there’s a collective exhale from Dirty Dicks.
As I’m pulling onto the road, I glance over at my princess. “Satisfied?”
“Not yet, but I’m gonna be”—she glances at my phone docked on the dash—“in seventeen minutes.”
“No pressure, huh?” My foot instinctively stomps on the gas. I don’t need the map to know where we’re going, but it’s an ingrained habit to avoid surprises.
“Based on what I’ve seen, you have no problems satisfying a woman.” Her gaze roves over me like I’m about to be her favorite meal.
My cock throbs, already halfway hard and fully uncomfortable. “Only care about pleasing you.”
“Which makes it even more likely.” She takes a break from petting Spud to rub along my arm.
Desire floods into my veins in a rush that makes me dizzy. The pavement ahead seems to stretch on indefinitely. At this rate, I’ll never survive the short journey. “Just for the record, I was talking about our dog.”
“Our dog,” Bianca echoes. “See? It sounds natural.”
And it does. I didn’t even realize I’d already referred to him as ours earlier.
“Does that mean you’re done chasing a dead end?”
She nods, resuming the languid strokes to Spud’s belly. “He’s stuck with us.”
My heart beats wildly. That sounds an awful lot like a commitment from her. I glance over to catch a serene grin lifting her lips.
“You’re happy, Princess?”
The sigh she expels confirms as much. “Mhmm, Stalker. I’m about to get dicked really hard.”
A dry chuckle loosens the pressure in my chest. “That dirty mouth of yours is something else.”
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck it.”
I clench my eyes shut, just for a brief moment. It doesn’t pause the erotic onslaught of her lowering to her knees in front of me. “Dammit, Bianca.”
