I couldn’t believe it had all been a dream because it had seemed so real. But when I sat up, there was no tie to be seen anywhere, and all I was left with was a cum-stained sheet and a new determination. I had just had the best, kinkiest sex in my life and it had all been a dream. I was determined to experience it for real, and more than ever I was determined that Ladd would be mine.
And I was going to start projectGet Laddtoday. Just as soon as he got here. I had to laugh quietly at his constant state of tardiness. It always seemed to fluster him, and a flustered Ladd was fucking adorable. Today was no exception when he finally bustled in the door out of breath and dragging a few bags behind him. He had on cuffed jeans today with a pastel pink button down, Kelly-green sweater vest and his ever-present bow tie, navy blue with pink dots. Fucking hell, I loved his sexy preppy style. “God, Connor, I’m so sorry I’m late again. I swear every day I set my alarm and get up on time, but something always happens to make me late.” He was frantically waving his hands around, with the bags, as he made his apologies. I hurried forward to take the bags before he hit himself, or me, with something. They looked heavy, and that shit might hurt. He paused to thank me, but he was clearly not finished venting about his morning.
“So this morning the cosmos decided to play yet another trick on me by putting some kind of burr up my lump of a cat’s butt. As soon as I opened the door to head over here, on time I might add, she decided today was the day she’d make a break for it. She darted out the front door, and since she’s not an outdoor cat, I had to go get her furry ass. She then decided instead of going into the yard, where I could scoop her up, that it’d be fun to hide under the front porch steps. So, there I am fully dressed and on my hands and knees, crawling under my front porch to drag my crazy cat out while she’s yowling like I was declawing her with a pair of pliers.”
Now, at this point in his story, I absolutely lost it. I started laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe because I could see him on his hands and knees, butt in the air trying to rescue his cat from certain danger. It was so clear in my mind that I even got a little excited at the view of his ass in the air, wiggling back and forth while trying to reach his cat. I shook the thought away and noticed Ladd was now laughing just as hard as I was. He didn’t seem as flustered now, and I was happy I’d helped change his mood. But I was anxious to hear more. “So I’m assuming you finally got her?”
“Oh, I got her ass all right, but she was filthy. She has long fur, and she was covered in cobwebs and dirt. I had to bathe her real quick, dry her off and then I had to take a shower and change myself because I was just as filthy as she was. By that time I was horribly late.” He took a minute to calm his breathing. He then cut a glance my way and tried to give me a look of censure. “That’s it, keep laughing, jerk. It wasn’t funny. It was traumatic.” He tried to sound serious, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching while he tried not to let loose again.
“I’d believe you more, if you weren’t still laughing, too.” I let my rumble of laughter out when he lost his battle with himself and burst out giggling again.
“I guess it is pretty funny, huh?”
I nodded, then asked, “So what’s the name of your adventurous feline? Is it Fluffy, Snowball?”
The change was instantaneous. Ladd squinted his eyes at me like I’d just called him a murderer. “Do I look like I’d ever name something Fluffy?”
Well, he did have a point, so I agreed, “No, I guess, not. So what is her name?”
Ladd beamed a new smile, and it lit his eyes again. God, I loved it when his eyes did that. “Her name is Penelope Minerva Fluffbottom. Penny for short, but she needed a proper name because she’s a Maine Coon. They’re so regal. When I saw her, she needed to have a name fitting her stature. Have you ever seen a Maine Coon?” I shook my head because I just thought a cat was a cat. “Oh, you’re in for a treat when you meet her. I’m not saying anything else. I want you to be surprised.” That smile was going to be the death of me. And I liked the way he was talking like I would actually get to meet his cat sometime soon.
“Okay, I guess I’ll have to see. I’m holding you to the invitation. I want to meet Miss Fluffbottom in person.” I threw a sultry look his way. I had loved laughing with him today, we were getting to be real friends, and I loved it.
His smile dimmed slightly, and he seemed kind of sad for a second before he looked down and reached for the bags I had taken earlier. “Absolutely, we’ll have to do that sometime. But right now, we need to get upstairs and decide what we want to do in the bathrooms.” As I followed him up the stairs, I thought about our situation. He was back to business, true, but this was the first time that Ladd had acknowledged the possibility of something else, maybe. I was so confused, but I was holding out hope.
