I take a treat from my pocket and order, “Speak.”
Seal tilts and shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut.I smile, loving this move even if it doesn’t involve barking or is remotely connected to speaking.It’s a simple command and action earning him a treat.
“Come on, let’s see if Daddy’s home.”I know he’s not, otherwise he would have stalked straight through the house to come into the backyard.
Sable always comes looking for me once he takes a step inside of the house.The man doesn’t like to leave me alone, and it might be the reason why he accepted Seal when Jocko offered him to us.
When we went to the vet to have Seal checked out, we were told he might be a Weimaraner.Sable did a little research on the breed and liked the fact they are committed and sensitive, great family dogs, and very protective.Well, at least Seal is when it comes to me.He rarely leaves my side, unless it’s to chase a ball I throw for him to fetch.
“Such a good boy,” I praise and scratch his ear as he walks glued to the side of my leg.
Sometimes I think Sable also got me a dog to help with my nonverbal issue.Though, over time I was able to push myself to where I was before my mother died.My life took a turn when I broke into my father’s cabin and after my uncle and his MC was handled things slowly settled down and made my future look brighter.
“Mercy,” Sable calls out as soon as we step inside the house.
A chuckle leaves me when Seal rushes through the kitchen to head for the hallway.I hear two male voices coo and instantly become aware my father is here as well.I asked Sable to make sure he joins us for dinner.Five years ago, he offered me a job at the garage.The same workplace as Sable, only I’d be in the office with my father.
It really helped my father and I to spend more time together to get to know one another.Something that didn’t happen overnight, but I guess everything in life takes time.
“Hey, love,” Sable says when Seal switches to my father for pets.
“Hey.”I smile and step into his arms.
I feel his lips on the top of my head before he breathes me in and murmurs, “Missed you today.”
Tipping my head back, I snicker.“We had lunch together and then I left to walk Seal.”
“Still,” he insists.“A lonely handful of hours.”
His stomach rumbles and I step back to pat his abs.“Hungry?”
He gives me a scorching look and lowers his voice for only me to hear when he huskily states, “For you?Always.”
This man has the ability to set my panties on fire, making my pussy drip with desire in an effort to extinguish the scorching heat.
“Save it for later,” I whisper and regretfully step away from his body.
I snap my fingers and point at the kitchen.Seal gets the hint and trots off to eat.
“Dinner should be ready,” I announce and turn to Sable.“Can you help getting it out of the oven?After you’ve washed your hands.”
“Sure thing, darlin’,” he rumbles and stalks off.
I step closer to my father and raise myself on my tiptoes to brush a kiss on his cheek.“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, yourself, sweetheart,” he tells me.
We walk into the kitchen where Sable is drying his hands and my father takes his turn to wash his.I’ve already set the table in the dining room, and have placed a cloche over my father’s plate, hiding the surprise.
I feel the excitement starting to rise and it’s as if Sable can read my mind, he finds my gaze and shoots me a wink.There’s no reason to hide my smile, and the happiness I’m feeling.
“Something smells fantastic,” my father states and rubs his hands when we follow Sable into the dining room.
He places the large dish in the middle of the table while my father and I take a seat.My father frowns when he sees the cloche covering his plate.
“Go ahead,” Sable tells him.“Check the surprise your daughter and I made.”
My eyes go wide.Did he really just say that?
