“Be careful.”
I almost choked on a laugh.
They finally hung up. Greta really looked tired. She pushed to her feet, still naked from the waist down. She bit her lip shyly, obviously unsure what to do now. “You do look tired,” I said with a small smile.
She came over slowly and stopped right in front of me. “But I said I’d take care of you.”
I wanted nothing more but her eyelids were drooping and I couldn’t imagine her being into it after having talked to Nevio.
“Let’s get some sleep and maybe we have some time tomorrow.”
She held out her hand and I took it, letting her lead me toward her bedroom on the ground floor. Her dogs trotted after us and Bear curled up on a huge cushion in the corner but Momo seemed to have every intention to sleep in bed with us. Upon seeing my face, Greta smiled sheepishly. “I don’t usually share my bed with someone so they’re used to sleeping there.”
I really didn’t like the idea of being woken by a dog tongue in my face or somewhere else. “If I turn around in sleep, I could bury Momo under me. Trust me, it won’t survive that.”
That seemed to convince Greta. She picked up the ankle-biter and put it into a fluffy dog bed beside the huge cushion. As she did, she bent forward and gave me a stunning view of her ass and pussy.
I took a deep breath, my cock waking up again. She motioned at the door. “There’s a small bathroom if you want to get ready for bed. I’ll grab Dotty in the meantime.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“She can’t walk yet.”
I followed Greta back into the living area where the last dog was still curled up in the dog bed.
“She’ll be too heavy,” I said.
“I’ve carried her before,” Greta said firmly. “She doesn’t trust men so you can’t carry her. I don’t want to cause her additional distress in the current situation.”
I watched as Greta picked up the dog and straightened with it carefully draped over her arms. The dog hung trustfully in her grip and I watched as she carried it outside for a pee before she picked it up again and carried it into the bedroom where she put it down on another big cushion. She patted its head gently and whispered something in its ear.
With my overnight bag I went into the bathroom to give Greta a bit of privacy. It was small, only a sink, toilet and shower cubicle, no luxuries whatsoever. I put on pajama bottoms and nothing else. It was too hot. When I emerged from the bathroom, Greta sat cross-legged on her bed, her hair up in a messy bun and she was dressed in a loose fitting white nightgown with thin straps. Against her tanned skin and dark hair the fabric looked marvelous. She scooted off the bed then walked past me into the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”
I shook my head at the absurdity then stretched out on the bed. I would have slept on the sofa or fucking floor if Greta had asked me to, but that she wanted me in her bed… I ran a hand over my face and released a deep breath before I opened my eyes again. Bear was eyeing me in a way that reminded me of Nevio, as if he’d like to bite a big chunk out of me. I knew which part. Dotty barely dared to look my way, obviously terrified.
Greta returned a couple of minutes later.
She gave me a shy smile then came over to me and sank down on the bed. “Are you okay with this?”
I tried to determine what she meant, with her being so close, with her dark eyes putting me on the spot in a way I couldn’t quite explain, it was difficult to catch a clear thought. “Okay, with what?” I rumbled, then cleared my throat.
“Sharing a bed. I could sleep on the sofa. It’s too short for you but I wouldn’t mind if you’re not comfortable with me in a bed.”
“I think I should be the one asking you that, and you definitely won’t be moving to the sofa because of me.”
“I think I’ll be fine with you in a bed. Your presence doesn’t bother me like other people do. I like having you around.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. You know I’m experienced.”
She tilted her head in an assessing way. “Oh, I know that you’ve had sex with many women.”
She said it in a non-judgmental way and still I felt almost guilty. How did that even make sense?
“But that you’re comfortable having sex with someone doesn’t mean you’re comfortable being vulnerable around them when you sleep. Nevio has been with many girls but he’d never share a bed with them. Of course, he’s notwithany of them. You have Cressida.”
Her voice had become very quiet and she looked away, her arms wrapped loosely around her shins, her feet stretched in a very ballet-dancer way so only her tiptoes touched the mattress.
A thick strand had fallen out of her messy bun and hid half of her face from me. Sitting up, I reached out and gently brushed it behind her ear.