Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Chapter 8
Stone
Sunlight creeps across my bedroom floor, painting golden stripes on discarded human clothes and one sparkly pink dog tutu.
Barb must have wiggled out of it sometime in the night. I would check—I can hear my baby girl snoring some very cute Chihuahua snores from her spot at the foot of the bed—but I’m currently incapacitated.
The most beautiful woman in Portland is using my chest as her personal drool collection device, and I have zero urge to remove her.
I like her drool.
Love it, even.
I just love her.
Not that I’d be dumb enough to say that out loud.
Well, not dumb enough…yet. But by the time Remy came on my cock for the third time last night, I was getting close. Close to telling her that I have zero interest in coming inside of or anywhere close to another woman.
It’s Bossy for me. Just Bossy now and maybe…forever.
I study her face, softer and more relaxed in sleep than she ever allows herself to be when she’s awake. A lock of hair has fallen across her cheek, scarlet against her pale skin. It’s pretty, but I know how much she hates hair in her face.
I’m debating the wisdom of brushing it away and risking waking her when she mutters, “Stop staring at me, creep.”
“I’m not staring.” I skim my fingers down the hollow of her spine, grinning when she shivers. “I was admiring. Totally different.”
“Ew, gross, did I…” She wrinkles her nose as she lifts her cheek, but I’m already there with a tissue from the bedside table before she can finish her sentence.
“Drool again? Yes,” I supply, wiping the damp spot away before tossing the tissue back onto the table. “All better. Now get back here, I need five more minutes of snuggles.”
“Thank you for being cool about my drool,” she says, letting me cuddle her close again. “I swear, I’ve never drooled on anyone else. You just…make me too relaxed or something.”
“Hush,” I whisper in a softly dramatic voice. “I know I’m special. You don’t have to say it out loud.”
She exhales a snort of laughter as her eyes slide closed again. “What time is it?”
“Still early. Especially for a Sunday. The good pastry place that delivers isn’t open for another hour.” I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “But like I said last night, I could make vanilla protein pancakes with strawberries. I have all the stuff if you don’t want to wait for pastries.”
“Sounds yummy,” she says. “Am I allowed to tackle my email while I eat them? My computer’s in my purse. I’d just need your WIFI password again.”
I pout. “I mean, yeah, if you really need to. But can’t it wait until this afternoon? When you leave me here alone with nothing to do but be sad that the pool is closed for the season and your pussy is all the way across town?”
“Actually, I was thinking…” She props up on one elbow, a glint of mischief in her gaze. “If I can get my email and game tape study done this morning, maybe we could do something fun this afternoon.”
“What? Fun?” I exaggerate my shocked expression. “Who are you? And what have you done with All Work and No Play Remy?”
She gives my chest a teasing shove. “Oh, hush. I’m still mostly work. I just happen to have a relatively chill workload today.” She shrugs. “And I had a fun idea I thought you might like. But if you’re not interested, I can—”
“I’m interested,” I cut in, not caring that I sound ridiculously eager. “I’m very interested. Where are we going?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. It’s a surprise. Now, get up. I’m hungry, and I’m sure poor Barb needs to pee.” She rolls off my chest, sitting up as she scoots toward the edge of the bed. When she reaches Barb’s cushion, she pauses to deliver some pets as my pup blinks sleepy eyes her way. “Isn’t that right, buddy? I know. You’ve got a tiny little bladder.”
Remy casts a questioning glance over her shoulder. “If you think it’s safe, I could take her out for a little walk while you cook. I mean, I don’t think anyone we know lives close by, do they?”
I sigh, momentarily deflated by her continued determination to keep us a secret, even from friends and teammates who I’m positive would keep our relationship confidential if we asked them to, but I push the feeling away. We’ve come a long way since even last week. I just have to be patient.
Remy will come around.
Or she won’t, and my heart will end up in more pieces than that Bucky the Badger stuffy I bought Barb last month, forgetting that she hates toys with teeth.
“Why don’t you just take her to the puppy pad on my balcony? Faster and zero chance of discovery,” I say, swinging out from under the covers on the other side of the bed. “And I’ll get started on coffee and pancakes.”