My hips rock forward, and I can’t fight the insane pleasure radiating through my body. Both my hands are in her hair, and I drop my head back, letting her own me.
Her palms are on my bare ass, and her fingers curl, fingernails cutting into my flesh as she pulls me closer, deeper.
Orgasm races through my pelvis, into my thighs. I want to stop this. I want to come inside her beautiful body, but I can’t fight it. It’s too much.
Pleasure drives me forward. Her eagerness drives me mad. I sweep her hair back, looking down as she sucks my tip, pumping my shaft with her hand. Then her fingernails tickle my balls, and I break.
“Fuck…” I groan, unable to move as my dick jerks and pulses.
She holds my ass, and I feel her swallow again and again. My eyes squeeze shut, and I’m out of my body, flyingthrough the stars as orgasm shakes me, pulling my muscles forward.
I’m still coming, and she’s not letting me go. My hands smooth her hair, her soft skin, until I slowly regain control.
The temporary blindness leaves my eyes, and I exhale a shuddering breath. “Fuck, Gina… damn, that was good.”
She smiles, rising higher to kiss my stomach. She pauses at my chest, tracing her tongue around a tight nipple, and I groan, cupping her face in my hands. Leaning down, I kiss the side of her neck, her ear.
She straightens, looking into my eyes. “John and Kendall have nothing on Owen and Gina.”
I place my forehead against hers, chuckling with my eyes closed. “From now on, it’s only Owen and Gina.”
“Aw…” She makes a pretend pout. “I kind of like our alter-egos.”
My thumbs slide gently across the tops of her cheeks. “Whatever you want, my beautiful girl. Just as long as everyone knows, Gina belongs to Owen.”
“And Owen is Gina’s.”
“Forever.”
29
GINA
“That’s great, Saxon. Just hold the leash up, but don’t jerk it. Cheese knows what to do. He’s done this a hundred times.”
I’m standing back with my arms crossed, watching the Beagle’s gait and our stocky defenseman leading him around the rink. It’s our one and only rehearsal before the Pucks and Pups charity show next week.
We were able to talk to all the guys about it and even recruit some of my dog show pals at our Friendsgiving dinner to help prepare.
Haddy’s been working overtime, and she really seems to enjoy being busy. Lisa is a pro as always, along with Carla, who handles the foster dogs.
“This is such a great idea.” Carla leans into my ear, whispering as I watch them. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t have all the foster dogs placed by the end of the night.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you get a waiting list of peoplewanting more.” I wave as Sax goes to his spot in the lineup. “Great job Sax and Cheese!”
“That dog’s name isCheese?” Haddy laughs, jogging up to me. “Sorry, I’m late. I had to feed Lucy and pass her off to her daddy.”
“His name is actuallySay it with Cheese, but Mav’s right. What dog is going to come to that?”
“Well, ‘Sax and Cheese’ is hilarious,” she replies, bumping my hip.
I look up to see who’s next, and my chest squeezes when I see my gorgeous fiancé standing at the starting line, holding the leash for Ladybird.
“Ready, Owen?” Even I can hear the change in my voice when I tell him what to do. It’s way less business and way more swoon.
In addition to catching uphorizontally, we’ve been spending a lot of time working on the right speed for LB’s gait. Turns out, it’s a jog. Good thing Owen Stone is in great shape physically. (Internalrawr.)
When he gets the cue, he lifts the leash and takes off, looking like a professional dog handler. Ladybird actually seems to remember all the things we’ve been drilling for the past few weeks. She lifts her legs, trotting alongside her owner like she’s been doing it as long as Spanky has.
