About fucking time.
Then she starts circling.
“Oh no! No, no, no. Pisses only.” I point at her, but she just stares at me as she arches her back and deposits a steaming shit onto the manicured back lawn of Gracie Mansion.
“Fucking hell.”
I look around, wondering if I can leave it for the groundskeeper to pick up. But Harley will kill me. Plus, I’m not an ass. Picking up your own dog’s shit is bad enough. Picking up after someone else’s is just gross.
“Fine. You wait here while I get a bag.” I turn to head to the back door, but Red whips around the front of me in a flash of orange curls and blocks my path.
“What?” I stare down at her, sitting at my feet. “I need to get a bag for your shit. Can’t you learn to bury it or something?”
She stares back at me and then stands on her back legs, placing both paws on my shins.
“You want me to carry you now? Is that it? Pick up your shitandcarry you?”
She wags her tail, and I curse under my breath as I lean down and scoop her up.
“You’re such a fucking princess.”
She licks me in response, her butt wiggling in my arms.
“Yeah, all right. I love you too,” I grumble as I stroke her soft ears and press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re lucky I do. Otherwise, you’d be in a kennel outside when I want Mommy to myself. None of this interrupting me by yipping like an idiot.”
I place her inside the back door and she runs over to her bed, picking up the bone toy I gave her earlier and lying down happily as she starts chewing it.
“That’s exactly what you were supposed to be doing.” She stares at me as I shake my head and grab a bag.
I deal with her little gift and then give her some fuss before closing her in the kitchen and running up the stairs two at a time. I hope Harley is still naked. Either in bed or in the shower. I don’t care. I just know I want her again. She said she missed me last night. But I haven’t told her that I barely slept a wink without her. I watched the clock all night instead. Just wanting to be with her in our bed.
The shower is running when I get back to the bedroom, and I strip my clothes off, throwing them across the room as I sprint into the bathroom.
It’s empty.
Harley isn’t here.
“Harls?”
“Get in the shower. I’ll meet you in the bedroom after,” she calls from behind the closed door of the walk-in closet.
“Okay.” I frown, stepping under the hot spray. She must have been in here already because her towel is missing.
I squirt a blob of her coconut shampoo in my palm and foam it up, washing all over and soaping up my dick and balls as the scent reaches my nostrils.
I can’t believe she actually let me fuck her ass.
And judging by how loud she screamed and how tight she clamped down on my fingers, I would say she enjoyed it more than she was expecting to.
I enjoyed it more than I was expecting to as well. I thought she was going to be thrown across the room with the force I came inside her.
Fucking incredible.
I finish washing and towel off as fast as possible, striding into the bedroom buck naked with all the swagger of a guy who has just been gifted with the most perfect sexual release from his girlfriend.
I stop dead.
“Harls?”