Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“That wasn’t a dog,” I stated, walking over to the kitchen window.
“That depends. What’s your definition of dog?” Preppy asked.
I held up my hands to my chest with my fingers curled over my palms to mimic paws. “Wuff. Wuff.”
“Then no. No, I didn’t get him a dog. Not in the DNA sense,” Preppy said. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He bent his neck and pressed his nose into my hair and breathed in deep, inhaling my scent. I relaxed into him. “You smell so fucking good,” he groaned.
“Is that who I think it is?” I asked, still not believing what I was seeing. Bo chasing around a giant pig in the backyard. “That’s not just ANY giant pig, is it?” I asked, feeling my hopes start to rise.
Preppy shook his head and smiled into my hair. “Nope. It’s not.”
“Oscar?” I asked, spinning around in Preppy’s arms. “How is that even possible?”
Preppy shrugged. “Mrs. Saddleston, the lady he was placed with after Mirna, died a few weeks ago. The Alzheimer's agency thinks that Oscar was too sad to be placed with another Alzheimer patient, apparently he doesn’t handle death well. Anyway, it was time for him to retire and they said he could come back and live with us if we wanted. So...”
“So you got Oscar back!” I shouted, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my tiptoes to place a soft kiss on the corner of his upturned lips. “You did it. You got him back!” I said, not sure if I was even making sense I was so excited.
“Yes, ma’am. I motherfucking did it,” Preppy said proudly.
“Thank you,” I breathed, turning back to the scene in the backyard. The one where my son was playing with his new, my old, pig.
“After all, every boy needs a man’s best friend,” Preppy said, running his hands across the delicate skin on the front of my throat and across my collarbone.
“I’m pretty sure that they meant dog when they came up with that saying,” I replied. My nipples hardened.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure that pussy is a man’s best friend. But we’ll just have to agree to disagree,” Preppy said, dropping his hands to the waistband of my skirt, dipping his fingers inside briefly before pulling them back out. “But just to be sure,” he said, reaching down to the hem of my skirt and pulling it up so he had access to my panties. He pushed the fabric aside and teased my wet folds with his thumb. “I’ll need to thoroughly investigate.”
He inserted one long glorious finger inside of me and just when he reached the point that made me shudder it was gone and Preppy was righting my skirt and maneuvering me so that I was standing in front of him. Presumably to hide the massive erection prodding me in my ass because Bo and Oscar came racing through the door. Bo pointed to the pig and jumped up and down, his face red with excitement. Oscar pushed Bo, nuzzling him in the arm until Bo fell over onto his butt. The smile never leaving his face.
“You know. That’s not just any pig, Bo,” I said, leaning down to pet Oscar who was actually wagging his curly tail when he saw me. “Hey there, boy.”
“No. He’s a super pig,” Preppy added.
“Yep, he’s a super pig,” I agreed.
We spent the next couple of hours playing with Oscar who was still as active as ever in his old age and seemed happier than a...well, happier than a pig in shit, to be home again although I did find him lingering in the doorway of Mirna’s room at one point. He looked sad when I scratched him on the head and told him that she wasn’t coming back. But when Bo came skipping down the hallway, Oscar squealed and happily followed him back out into the yard.
When I turned around from the door Preppy was staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “This was a great surprise. Thank you so much,” I said as he cornered me in the hall, pressing my back up against the bathroom door.
He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose and dropped his forehead to mine. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Doc.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dre
For the next few weeks our little family settled into a comfortable routine. The bikers continued to stick around the house to watch over things, but they’d been reduced from over six of them in the yard at a time to only two. We hadn’t figured out who or why I was a target that night but Preppy told me it was being handled and I trusted him with his word. I didn’t ask about the details, the where, how’s, and why’s, because I know he’d tell me, and sometimes ignorant bliss is just that.