Denise shrugged. “Sure. No reason for you to leave and come back when I’m leaving anyway.”
Chris rolled off the couch and landed on his knees and one hand on the floor, the other hand still cradled his manhood. Using the couch to brace himself, he stood up but remained hunched over like an old man.
“Shit, that dog has some pointy paws on him. I can’t imagine how dangerous he’d be if he had all his legs.”
“Just be glad it wasn’t Sprocket,” Bree said. The large mastiff raised her head.
Chris looked at the large dog, still sprawled next to the chair Denise had occupied. “Please tell me you have a truck for that dog and I don’t have to try to share a seat with it.”
“SUV. She sits in the cargo area.” Denise told him.
With a small nod, he hobbled his way to the front door, straightening more with each step until he was mostly upright.
“Thanks for dinner, Bree. Later, asshole.” He waved at hand in Jase’s direction.
“Later, shithead.” Jase clapped Chris on the back as he passed.
“It just warms my heart when boys show love and affection for one another.” Denise hugged Bree and followed Chris out the door, Sprocket close on her heels.
Bree closed and locked the door. Jase stared at her with an intense but conflicted look.
“What?” Her brow furrowed.
“I’m wiped.”
“Okay.”
“I also want my hands all over you.” His disgruntlement was obvious in the gruff tone of his voice.
“Oh. Okay.” Her gaze dropped to his full bottom lip as she bit her own.
“I’m afraid I might fall asleep in the middle of it if I try anything tonight.”
Her surprised laughter filled the foyer. “That might prove to be problematic. Go lie down. I need to let the dogs out. I’m good with cuddling. For tonight.”
He gathered her close and draped his arms loosely around her waist. “You sure? I can rise to the occasion if I need to.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Go lie down.” Her kiss was gentle.
His fingers grazed her neck as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead before releasing her. She turned off the TV and lights as she made her way through the house. She opened the french doors and Charlie charged across the yard. “Charlie! Charlie, come back here! What is that damn dog doing?” She stepped onto the porch, barely able to see his white coat in the dark. Whenever she let the dogs out, Charlie took an interest in something along the fence line before she managed to get him to return to the porch.
She made sure the doors were locked and the newly installed bolts engaged. She joined an already sleeping Jase, pressing herself close to his back.
Jase woke to Bree’s hair tickling his nose and her ass tucked tight against his morning erection. His hand ran from the base of her neck to between her breasts before delving into the soft hair at the junction of her thighs and brushing a finger over her clit. A soft moan escaped as she arched her back, seeking more contact. He crooked the arm under her neck and tweaked her nipples through the thin sheet. Her body shifted as her hands covered his, pressing harder. She rubbed her ass against his hard cock.
Jase shifted his hips and slide his shaft between her slick folds. He nipped and bit his way across her shoulder and up her neck.
“I need to get a condom, darlin’.” He raised his head slightly when she stilled. “What’s wrong?”
“I was tested.” Her soft voice was no more than a whisper. “After I caught… after I found out. Even though we hadn’t been together in weeks, I needed to know. I have a clean bill of health. And I’m on the pill.”
“You saying you’re good with me going bare?” He nuzzled her neck. A barely perceptible nod was the only thing she gave him.
“I need you to tell me you’re okay with it, Bree. I get tested annually so I know I’m clean. If you’re doing this because you think it’s what I want, then we’re not going to. You have to want it, too.”
She shifted, looking at him over her shoulder. Her hand guided his fingers deeper between her folds, encouraging him to press a finger into her core. Sharp white teeth bit into her bottom lip as he pressed deeper.
“I want you bare. I want to feel your hard, hot skin sinking into me. Sliding—”
