“So you decided to leave me all worked up?” I say, indignant.
“I’m sure you know how to bring yourself some relief.”
My whole body blushes. Is it possible for an entire body to blush? “That’s pretty fuckin’ personal,” I retort.
Again, he steps closer. Now my eyes are level with his chest. His massive chest. I can smell cologne. Who is he wearing cologne for? Is it for a woman? Who? I’ll slash her tires! Wait, what is happening? I don’t do that!
“Last night we were a hair away from dry humping so let’s dispense with the scandalized reactions, shall we?”
He has a point.
“No,” I say. “I don’t masturbate. I didn’t know that was a thing women did until…recently. I read about it in a novel last year and I didn’t even know it was normal until then.”
“How old are you?” he asks softly.
“I feel judged.”
“I did not mean to make you feel that way,” he says, his voice becoming extra tender toward me.
My cheeks flush in humiliation. Angry tears are forming.
“I’m 20. And nobody ever told me anything about sex or masturbation growing up. At least, not anything useful about it.”
I don’t cry when I’m sad but I do cry when I feel small.
“Hey,” he says, touching my shoulders. “Forget I asked that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”
“Yes, you are,” I mutter. As my hand goes up to wipe a tear, Daniel grabs me by the wrist and replaces my hand with his mouth. He kisses me three, four times across my cheekbones and around my eyes, drinking in every tear that leaks out.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
An evil thought occurs to me. While I have him so close, my hands cup his chin. I tilt my face up and stand on tiptoe so I can reach his lips. The kiss goes deep right away, lips parting, tongues eager for it. He lets go of my wrist and grabs on to my hips. Our bodies fuse together. I have to summon all my mental strength not to get completely lost in him.
Soon enough, I can feel his dick pressing against me. I let go of his face and move one hand down to palm the long, hard bulge to the left of his fly. When I do, he releases a noise of pleasure somewhere between a grunt and a growl.
Good, I think. Now I’ve got him right where I want him.
I break the kiss and remove my hand from his bulge abruptly.
“Sorry,” I say. “This isn’t right. I need to go look for Terrence. See you around, cowboy.”
Without a pause to let him respond, I turn and high tail it back to the house.
Yeah, that was a dirty trick that also left me feeling a bit horny and frustrated again. Then again, Terrence’s humans will be back in a couple of days, and I do need to find him.
I see that Dolly, who’s a natural scent dog, is still staying right by the gap in the fence. I doubt Daniel took Terrence, because Dolly doesn’t smell him on Daniel. If she did, she’d be taking a chunk out of his nuts by now. So I guess I’m on my own to start printing out flyers and canvassing the area.
On my own is fine; it’s served me well until now.
Chapter Eight
Daniel
By three a.m., I don’t have any energy left to be angry at Molly for leaving me with blue balls.
As soon as she walked away, I headed straight to my truck to look for Terrence. I spent a few hours slowly driving down country roads, checking ditches, farm fields, neighborhoods, and school yards. After dark, I made a couple more sweeps up and down our road and then went back home to see if the dachshund had turned up at my house or at any of the other empty houses on the street.
No luck.