Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Buttercup gave a little moan at his feet, and he looked down to see her lick her lips.
“You’re too cute for your own good.”
Even though he knew he shouldn’t be feeding her bacon, he couldn’t help but snap off a piece, bend down, and feed her some. How could he deny the sweet girl, who looked at him with those big brown eyes? It would seem he had a thing for brown eyes. Where his dog was cute and adorable, Robin was sexy, a temptress.
“You’re a guy after my own heart,” Robin said, suddenly appearing around the corner. Her hair was so not brushed and she rubbed at her eyes.
When she passed him in the kitchen, he got the scent of minty fresh. She’d gone to the bathroom but hadn’t done her hair. This made him smile.
Buttercup jumped toward her and Robin immediately bent down to give her a stroke and a fuss. For her reward, Buttercup flopped onto the floor, rolled over, and showed off her belly.
Dylan shook his head. He knew exactly what Buttercup was trying to do. Win Robin over to get more bacon.
“You’re so adorable.” Robin continued to give her a fuss. “Why do I feel this is possibly more about the bacon than about me petting her?”
“It’s totally about the bacon.”
“Ah, said like a man who has clearly given her some,” she tutted. “You’re still so cute, but I will not be giving you any bacon.”
There was a little whine.
“Okay, maybe a thin slice, or a corner, or something.”
And Dylan knew that no matter what, Buttercup was going to end up with more bacon.
As if she knew she had accomplished her goal, Buttercup rolled over and trotted toward the dining room, clearly already planning to try for more bacon.
He loved that dog.
“Ah, coffee.” He glanced over at her as she reached for a mug and then poured herself some of the coffee. He’d prepared it earlier but kept the jug on “warm.” He’d already enjoyed a cup himself. “Do you want one?” Robin asked.
“Yes.”
She reached for a mug and he admired the curve of her ass, which the small shorts she wore did little to hide from him. The sight made him want to reach out, to touch, to explore her beautiful body, but he stayed focused on the bacon and eggs.
Robin had poured the coffee and moved to lean up against the counter, watching him.
This is what he loved. There was no challenge in spending time with her. They could be in each other’s company without all the drama that seemed to be present in his previous relationship.
“Did you walk Buttercup this morning?”
“She’s already been walked. To be honest, I’m surprised she even has any energy to figure out how to get more food.” He’d taken her for a good thirty-minute walk, and he’d also taken her bone with her as well, throwing it across the beach, allowing her to run wild. Much like he did in the field back home.
He found himself thinking of home a lot more lately. He didn’t know what was going to happen to them once they returned to reality. This wasn’t some summer fling to him, or a vacation romp.
Plating up the bacon and the eggs, he waited as Robin grabbed their coffees, and they made their way to the dining room table.
“You’re so good to me, cooking me breakfast. I’m not usually a stay-in-bed kind of person. I love to be up and active, and just getting on with the day.” She clenched her hands into fists, pushing them forward as she spoke.
He waited as she picked up her fork and scooped up some eggs. Her eyes closed and she gave her head a little shake. “Amazing.”
Dylan wasn’t a good cook, he knew that, but he enjoyed cooking for Robin. In fact, there were a lot of things he realized he enjoyed with Robin. The first was just spending time with her. They didn’t have to be doing anything important or life-changing, like now, enjoying their breakfast together. He loved going for long walks with her, feeling her fingers within his, as they walked down the beach, hand in hand. The mornings were special as well. Waking up with her next to him, and then even falling asleep with her in his arms. Watching movies with her, or taking Buttercup for long walks and enjoying the stars and moonlight. It didn’t matter to him, he loved it all. He loved being around Robin.
She enjoyed food, and there was no issue with her laughter. She loved to laugh, and to not be looking perfect all the time. He loved that she was dressed in a vest, a pair of short shorts, and her hair wasn’t even brushed, but she looked so cute. How could he not love that?
He loved the sounds she made while they were making love or just plain old fucking. Dylan also loved that she wanted to explore him as much as he did her. He couldn’t think of a single thing he didn’t want to do with her.