Charlie comes with a gasp, emptying himself into my fist, and I groan as I pump my orgasm into him. This level of trust is something I wouldn’t ask anyone else for, but with Charlie, it feels natural.
We sleep again, sticky and sated. I’m up before he is as the sun rises, and I release the hounds. Pamela and Athena go on leashes, and we all take a walk down to the lake where Dante romps through tall grasses chasing mice and Juniper pees on a few trees before she lies down near the shore and soaks up the early morning sun. Athena whines to be let free to run, but this far from home, I don’t trust her to come back, so we’ll have to agree to disagree. Pamela sticks close to my ankles, but even she seems to have a spring in her step.
As I approach the house, I half expect Charlie to come flying out the door, grabbing Athena’s leash from me and shouting panicked apologies as he tries to escape, but it doesn’t happen. Possibly because Charlie’s car is still at the plaza with the pet store and the coffee shop, but as I walk into the house, the shower’s on, and two minutes later, after I’ve fed the dogs and gone to the bedroom to look for clothes that don’t stink of sweat and sex, Charlie slides through the bathroom door. He’s got one of my towels slung low on his hips, and he gives me a shy smile when he sees me.
“Good morning. Sleep okay?”
Oh no, we’re not going to have polite day-after chitchat. I stride across the room and kiss him. He laughs as his lips cling to mine, and too soon my body stirs. He has to be hurting from the night before, and as much as I could take him again right now, the gentlemanly thing to do is to put some time between Charlie and my libido.
I can do an hour, right?
“Get dressed,” I say. “Come have breakfast.”
His smile grows, turning mischievous. “Is this another one of those ‘focus Charlie’s anxiety’ exercises?”
“No,” I say, leaving him in the bedroom. “It’s eggs and bacon. If you’re good, I’ll even make home fries.”
I do make home fries. Also toast. I pretend not to notice the way Charlie winces as he takes his seat opposite me. The chairs are an oak, press back design I bought at a flea market a while ago. They seemed functional, but maybe I should have bought something with cushions. I wasn’t really thinking about guests. I just wanted something that matched.
Charlie’s gaze moves around the room. “You lived here long?”
“My whole life.”
His eyes widen. “Seriously?”
I shrug. “It was the house I grew up in. When my parents retired and moved to Florida, it didn’t make sense to get my own place when this one was still here.”
“It’s a long way from town.”
“I like the quiet.”
He squints toward where the sun is coming up over the tops of the trees then inhales deeply before he sighs. “I can see that.”
Most people would follow up with something like, “But you must get lonely.” Charlie, though, just grabs a piece of bacon and bites into it.
It’s not lonely when I have company like Charlie.
A few hours later, I’m sitting on the couch. Charlie’s on his knees in front of me. My pants are open, and my dick is in his mouth. He’s not in any hurry, and unlike the first time we did this, he’s not pushing himself to do things he’s not comfortable with. There’s a place for that, but right now we’re taking it easy.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, indulging in the enticing heat of his mouth.
Yes. I could definitely get used to this.
“Holy shit!” Charlie yelps in surprise.
That’s not really the reaction I was hoping for.
My vision is bleary for a minute as I sit up, and I rub my eyes to clear them.
“Get off me,” Charlie says.
We are no longer alone. I thought I’d banished the dogs to the basement again, but clearly I missed something, because Athena has her front paws draped over Charlie’s shoulders and her whole body shakes with excitement as she humps his back.
“No. No, bad dog.” He squirms, but she clings to him like a spider monkey.
Just great. Carefully, I tuck myself back into my pants. Charlie makes a dismayed noise, but I did not sign up for a threesome with a rowdy husky.
“This is why you need to crate her,” I say.
