"Because I won't let you play games?"
"Because you're continuously punishing me. You know what I did comes with the territory after being with the same girl since what, thirteen?"
"Funny you should say that because I was thirteen, too."
He growled, then flipped her over on her back, causing her to yelp. Chevy immediately dashed back into her bedroom, histongue hanging out of his mouth as his eyes darted back and forth between them. Colt was indeed the one feeding him treats, but his loyalty would always lie with his Starlah.
"I'm fine, Chevy."
A guttural sound from his throat was emitted when he lowered himself into a launching position. It was natural to him because Anatolian Shepherds were known to be protective, fighting off prey. He didn't have much practice outside of Starlah because his parents, Rhoda and Rocky, the two oldest canines the Steels owned, guarded the farm's livestock.
"Okay, okay. Say no more." With a flick of his hand, the last treat was tossed as Chevy dashed out the door.
"Ugh, you better take him outside for a shit before you leave, too." Starlah huffed.
"Who says I'm leaving? Besides, I smell food. You cooked?"
"Nope, Endea did, and bribing a puppy is an all-time low, even for you."
"Whatever it takes, including getting you out of these pajamas," he teased, then tickled her mercilessly. The sound of her laughter made his heart race. Even her skin had red undertones from all the giggling.
"Stop, Colt!"
"Nope, not until you tell me you love me."
"Nooo," she whined. "I'm about to wet myself. If I do, I swear I'll never speak to you again."
He went in one last time, gripping her belly when she curled into a ball on her side. He fell behind her, pulling her body into his as she panted, fighting to catch her breath. As they both lay there, he gently massaged her scalp, his lips peppering her skin with kisses.
"Forgive me, Star."
"I did," she softly confessed, trying to catch her breath.
Colt enjoyed it when she laughed. Staring at her smooth skin, he slid his fingers down her thigh. She sighed but didn't move as he pushed his dick against her back. He didn't want pussy, but he damn sure wouldn't turn it down if she gave in. He also didn't care if she didn't. He'd had plenty of pussy. What he wanted was her heart.
"I'm serious, babe."
"I did… a long time ago." She slowly turned over, facing him. "You already know I can't hate you, Colt. How, when at one point, you were my everything… my friend, my lover, my confidant."
"Then why don't you want me? I can still be those to you."
"I never said I didn't. I just don't…" She grunted, thinking about how Lucky had treated women over the years. She never thought in a million years that Colt would be like Lucky. Outside of that, Lucky was the perfect father until she remembered what she'd heard earlier."I just don't trust you."
Colt gulped, feeling the weight of his actions as guilt washed over him.
"Look, I don't need an answer tonight, but I'm not giving up. Just know that one day, I'm going to make an honest woman out of you, give you my last name, and have you carry all of my big-headed ass babies."
"That would require a proposal and the acceptance of said proposal," she sassed with pursed lips.
"It's coming, but in the meantime, can you at least feed a nigga? Even Chevy's full. Look at him." He'd crept back into the bedroom and lay on his doggy bed. His eyes fluttered as he fought not to fall asleep.
"The hell did you put in those doggy treats?" she sputtered, sitting up.
"Nothing. He's just tired, Star." He sat up and gently pecked her lips. "Stop thinking the worst of me. Now I can eat? I'm ready to get some sleep like Chevy's ass."
Star glared at Colt, hoping he wasn't trying to have sex.
"I'll be good." He lifted both hands. "See, I'm not even going down to the lake. I want to be here with you."
