Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“That’s a very serious look,” Sully said, coming out of the bathroom, watching me with his head tipped to the side.
“About that shameful lack of orgasms?” he asked, nodding solemnly.
“What?” I balked. “I… I don’t think I could have taken any more.”
“Sure you could have. I think at least eight,” he said. I couldn’t help the snorting laugh that escaped me as he climbed up next to me, then reached to pull me against him. “What’s so funny?”
“Eight is not possible.”
I knew by the spark in his eye that wasn’t the right thing to say.
“Well, my sweet girl, that sure sounds like a challenge to me. One, if you’ll excuse the pun, I’ll be all too happy to rise to. After coffee. And breakfast. Maybe an electrolyte packet.”
A little laugh escaped me at that. “Not yet,” I demanded, letting myself snuggle closer. Just for a minute. I didn’t want to be too clingy. But, god, it felt good to be held by him. I needed a little longer.
“No, not yet,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Eventually, though, it was my traitorous grumbling stomach that had Sully finally moving away from me, heading over to the closet to pull on some fresh clothes.
Finished with that, seeming not to mind in the least that I watched the whole thing transpire, he reached to grab my panties and another set of leggings. But instead of grabbing one of my shirts, Sully went back to the closet and brought me back one of his well-worn, dryer-soft, oversized sweatshirts.
I was all too happy to slip it on, not caring how absurd it was that the sleeves hung down over my hands as we made our way out of the bedroom and toward the enticing scent of brewing coffee in the kitchen.
“Brooks,” Sully said, nodding to him.
Brooks gave him a nod. “Coffee’s fresh. Morning, Bonnie.”
“Hey, Brooks,” I said, suddenly acutely aware of how freshly fucked I must have looked. And that everyone in the clubhouse might see me in Sully’s shirt and draw conclusions. Hell, people might have heard us.
“Doing that overthinking thing again?” Sully asked, reaching to give my hair a little tug.
“A little,” I admitted.
“About what?” he asked, making us both mugs of coffee.
“If anyone might have… you know…” I said, giving him wide eyes.
“Heard us making sweet, sweet loving?” he asked, making a laugh bubble up and burst out, knowing nothing about what we’d done was exactly lovemaking. “We’re all grown-ass men here, baby,” he said, shrugging it off as he passed me my cup. “We all fuck. Sometimes it gets loud. Who cares?”
“Yeah, but they’ll, you know, know it was… me.”
“Honey, they were assuming we were fucking already.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, my reputation for one,” he admitted, looking a little bashful at that. “But mostly because I’ve been sleeping with you.”
“Oh, right,” I agreed, shaking my head at myself.
“Hey, we have bagels,” Sully said, nodding toward a brown bag on the counter. “You a butter or cream cheese girl?”
“Butter. And sesame, if there is one.”
With that, we went about having breakfast.
Until the front door opened and there was a man’s voice, along with a familiar clanging noise.
Almost like… collar tags knocking together.
“Sull, you up yet?”
At my pinched brow look, Sully shot me a megawatt smile.
“Got a little surprise for you.”
Another surprise?
Could this guy get any better?
The answer, of course, was yes.
Yes, he could.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sully
I’d almost forgotten about the dog.
In my defense, fucking Bonnie had damn near been a life-altering experience.
Which was saying something because everyone knew that I was the sort who could never commit to a favorite meal, who liked to sample the whole menu.
So, yeah, there’d been a lot of sweaty fun in my life. And still, with all that to reference back to, it had been different with Bonnie. More intense. Unexpected.
Who’d have thought that all that soft, sweet, and timid would like things hard and rough, would melt and burn and, fuck, suck me off like it was something she’d been waiting to do for her whole damn life.
Shit.
Just the memory had my cock trying to stir to life again.
And it damn sure wasn’t the time now.
“Coming,” I said, pressing a hand to the small of Bonnie’s back and pulling her with me out of the kitchen.
“Oh!” she gasped, mouth falling open before breaking into a big smile. “Hey, baby!” she cooed, all self-consciousness abandoned in the face of a cute dog.
She was cute, too.
She was a medium-sized dog with mostly white fur and patches of brown on her face and the middle of her back. Niro had been right; she looked like a mix of an Australian Shepherd and a Golden Retriever.
“Oh, aren’t you the prettiest thing,” Bonnie went on, making the dog’s impressively long and furry tail whip side to side. “You’re a sweet baby, aren’t you?” she asked as Niro released the leash to let the dog rush forward toward Bonnie, dropping down on the ground at her feet, offering up her belly.