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Chapter 5
Aiden
Puppies make excellent chaperones. Even as I sweep them off the bed, Pink complains, her bleeding heart showing through loud and clear.
“Hey, be nice,” she says and scoops up her favorite little girl pup, Curly. Pink’s softness hits a spot inside me, weakens me.
“If we don’t shove them to the floor, where do you suppose we’ll be sleeping?” I point out. The mood is lost as I watch her stroke the puppy in her arms, wistful and wishing for the same attention. But in truth, any disappointment is banked, because how can I complain if we sleep together in the same bed, even with all the puppies?
She sits on the edge, peeking up at me over the puppy’s head. Her expression apologizes for something not her fault. Because of course that’s the kind of woman she is. Responsible even when she shouldn’t be.
Pulling down my shorts—because no way I’m sleeping in my clothes—I watch her eyes widen in shock. My cock is at half-mast, but even so, it makes an impressive tent in my boxers.
“What are you doing?” She rakes her eyes over me and I don’t miss the extra pause at my hard-on.
“Undressing for bed. How about it, Pink? You going to lose the skirt and blouse or do you sleep buttoned up too?” I give her my best overly confident wise-ass grin.
She narrows her eyes at me, puts aside Curly, who cuddles into the covers. The other pups jump back up onto the bed and I don’t bother shoving them off again. They’d turn it into an all-night game.
“You sleep in boxers?” she asks. Wind rattles the windows and she shivers, but I know it’s not the cold that shakes her.
“Relax. I came prepared to sleep with puppies. Ryan warned me.” I go to my duffel and pull out my flannel sleep pants. I don’t tell her I normally sleep naked.
Taking a small bag with her, she shuts herself in the bathroom and I settle on the bed under the covers, managing to keep the puppies at the foot of the king-size bed—on her side. Waiting for her to emerge gives me time to regroup, cool off, and it’s a shame. But the night is long—hell, the weekend is long—and I have patience.
I never had patience before with a woman. Never had to. Putting off the reward has never been a thing I’ve had to deal with. Now I savor it like a scintillating challenge unlike any other I’ve been up against.
When Pink emerges, I’m treated to the sweetest polka-dot baby doll PJs, long shapely legs and lush untethered breasts showing clearly under the silky fabric. My dick swells back up to full manhood while I suck in one long intake of breath.
“This is all I had with me. I didn’t know I . . .” She sweeps her hand over the bed, encompassing the pups and me, her eyes settling on the new and larger tent in my flannels. In the low light of the room I can still see the blush coloring her cheeks, or maybe it’s my imagination, which is currently running wild, I have to admit. I pat the bed next to me.
“Come on in. I won’t bite. I can’t speak for Moe, Larry, and Curly though.”
She rolls her eyes and my dick gets harder, bigger. Thiswillbe a long night. I give the pups a dirty look.
“If I end up with blue balls tonight, it’ll be all your fault,” I say to the three innocent furry faces. They appear to be grinning back.
Pink laughs and slides onto the bed next to me.
“Just because we . . . flirted before, doesn’t mean anything is going to happen here tonight,” she says.
“Of course not,” I agree because I like to be agreeable. “Puppies make excellent chaperones,” saying aloud what I was thinking earlier. She pulls the comforter up over us and turns to me. I can barely breathe with her closeness and it’s all I can do not to take my cock into my own hands—so to speak—and relieve myself of the tension.
But I’m a glutton for punishment because I’m enjoying the tension, even as my jaw muscle tics at the warm expression on her soft, sleepy face.
“You’re a good guy, Aiden.”
My chest tightens. I don’t get that kind of compliment much, except maybe from my mother or Aunt Tilly. But from Pink, it feels like a whole other category of compliment, the kind that revs my heart, makes me soft on the inside and hard as diamonds where it counts. Fuck.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? How the fuck am I supposed to sleep now?
“Good enough to kiss good night?” I finally ask.
She smiles and raises up on an elbow while I lie flat on my back watching her lean in, holding my breath like I’m a teenager waiting for my first kiss. Her lips feather against mine, soft and moist and lush, toying with me, pressing and nibbling, moving from one corner to the other of my mouth. I let her play, let her adorn me with affection while I soak it in, helpless.
Because I’m falling, spiraling in my descent, flipping head over heels for this woman.
I groan and clutch a fistful of her silky hair, pressing her close, opening my mouth to ravage hers. My other arm comes around her body, clamping onto her sweet ass, crushing her to me so that my dick is cradled by the vee in her thighs. She squirms and grinds against me, saying my name in a sensual moan against my mouth, her breathing ragged.
