Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I knew that as much as I liked having her around all the time, that Shale was anxious to get her shop open again. She’d been working to keep the interest in Deja Brew up by posting pictures and videos on her socials of new recipes she was trying out for the grand reopening. The engagement she had was good. And right at the top of all the comment sections were the horny book ladies saying they couldn’t wait to be back, and they were so excited that there would be more room because their book club was growing with each passing week.
She was going to have a line out the door when she reopened. And I couldn’t fucking wait to see her see her dreams come true after struggling for so long.
I knew my mom and cousins were all reaching out to friends to let them know about the place. She’d be full just of our extended crew. And I think she was unsure about it. Which was only going to make it happening all the sweeter for her.
“Lucy-Goosey!” Barry called, barging in without knocking.
Which we’d talked about. Extensively. Especially because Shale and I shamelessly fucked on every fucking surface of this loft. We didn’t want him walking in on that.
But this was Barry.
We couldn’t expect miracles.
“Who’s ready to go to our playdate?” he cooed as she ran over to him.
Shale and I both walked her both morning and night, long, lingering walks full of sniffing all the good smells. But she was always more excited to go with Barry. Because Barry, amazingly, had found a little crew of his own.
The dog walking crew.
Apparently, there was a group of dog lovers in the area who liked to get together and take long walks through new parks and trails several times a week.
We liked that Lucy was getting socialized.
We loved that Barry was getting socialized.
“Okay, off we go,” he said after getting on her harness, her jacket, her leash, and her booties, then grabbing her bag that included treats, potty bags, and a water dish. The water was hanging from some bag holding a thermos he’d had when he’d come in. “Say bye to Mommy and Daddy,” he said. “Try not to take it too personally,” he said when Lucy ignored us and dragged him toward the door. “She has a crush on a girl doggy named Patricia. And we are going to accept her choices,” he said with a firm little nod. As if we gave a damn who our dog had little dog friendships with, same-sex or otherwise.
With that, he was gone.
“See?” Shale said when the door closed. “I told you he didn’t need to get laid to get a life.”
“Doll,” I said, grabbing her legs, so I could sit on the couch, then pulling them over my lap, “hate to break this to you, but someone is fucking that guy.”
“What? No way,” she said, mouth falling open. “You can’t know that.”
“I do. I knew it the day after it happened.”
“Did he tell you?”
“No.”
“Then how—“
“It was just obvious,” I said, shrugging.
“Do you think it’s Patricia’s mom? Or, ah, dad?” she asked.
“I have no idea. And I don’t care. I’m just glad he’s not squatting here anymore.”
Sure, he still hung out. A lot. But he went home after. Or he went to… someone’s home after.
I was happy for him.
But, yeah, some part of me was dreading the possible, maybe even probable—because very few people ended up marrying their first lay these days—future heartbreak.
I was just going to let myself enjoy this part while it lasted.
Speaking of…
I reached for her feet, my fingers pushing into her arches, something that damn near made her purr like a fucking cat and arch off of the cushions.
“Listen, sir,” she said, then had to pause to let out a little moan. “You are going to regret letting me know you are not only willing to do them, but are good at, foot massages. Because I am going to be taking hella advantage of that fact when I am back on my feet for long shifts,” she told me.
“I’ll be here anytime you need a foot rub,” I said as I continued the massage, smirking as I watched her start to press her thighs together.
Sure, sometimes she just wanted a foot rub and to go to sleep.
Other times, it got her all hot and bothered.
This, it seemed, was one of those times.
And we had hours before we had to worry about a drop-in from Barry.
It wasn’t long before clothes were getting peeled off, and we were fucking right there on the couch, going at it for an hour before we were both finally completely spent.
She was straddling me after, her head resting in my neck, my hands on her ass.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed back, her face still all flushed, her eyes all gooey like they went when she’d come multiple times in a row.