“I bet you can,” I agree, then slide down again, tightening my inner muscles all the way.
“Maybe not,” he squeaks. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Me neither. Race you?” I don’t wait for his nod before I begin fucking myself onto his cock in earnest, and he’s only a beat behind as he jerks me off.
Sweat trickles down my spine.
Air saws in and out of my lungs.
My balls get tight, my dick leaking.
And when we come, we’re so close together that it’s impossible to tell who was first.
Just the way I wanted it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
PHIL
As much asI don’t want to believe this place is real, I’ve lived in LA and been around enough rich people at work to know it really, really is. A private, members-only dog park with a café, bar, and lounge that requires members to be vetted ahead of time, hosts regular social events, and costs as much for yearly membership as my monthly rent.
I fucking love it.
So does Vivi, and while Griff is trying to reserve judgment, I can tell he’s impressed, too—especially when our guide shows us the area reserved for dogs under twenty pounds who might be timid around larger animals. Not that Vivi seems to have that problem. She passed the club’s socialization assessment like a champ and has happily played with three different dogs so far.
“Well,” Griff says when our guide excuses herself to help a colleague, “I guess this is a good idea.”
I scoff. “You’re the only one who can decide that, but I think Vivi’s vote is yes.” I gesture to where his princess is frolicking with a Great Dane who already appears to worship her.
He watches her with a smile. “She’s having fun. Okay.” He turns back to our guide as she rejoins us. “Tell me more about the social events.”
Her smile widens as she senses a new membership. “We have at least one every week, and they vary in type. Some are for both dogs and their owners, like our weekly bootcamps, and other times it will be a spa day for our members—though always with owner supervision. Next week, we have a trivia night for owners while our members will be free to play, and most weekends during the summer, we have a DJ here for a general mixer. The schedule of upcoming events is on the website and we’re constantly updating it.”
I’m surprised by how fun that all sounds.
“And, of course, even if there isn’t an event on, the bar, café, and lounge are open for owners to use while our members are enjoying their outside time. The park is open from seven in the morning until nine at night, seven days a week. The bar opens at noon, the café closes at five, and both are closed on some holidays.”
I stay silent, but not because I can’t speak. This is a decision for Griff to make. Being open until nine is probably going to weigh heavily in favor, though, since it means he’ll be able to bring Vivi some nights after work.
He smiles wryly. “Let’s do it.”
“Great!” There isn’t a trace of smug victory in her voice, just happy enthusiasm. They might charge out the wazoo here, but they’re also genuinely dog people. “You already sent in all the necessary vaccination records, so all we need is the name you want us to use on a day-to-day basis, like when we say hi or you RSVP for an event.” She pulls a face. “As fabulous as Vivienne Westwood Pevensy is, it’s a mouthful.”
I laugh out loud, and she winks at me.
“She goes by Vivi,” Griff says, sliding an arm around my shoulders, a possessive move that thrills me down to my toes. Not that it was warranted, but still… I love that he wants everyone to know we’re together. I reach up to cover his hand with mine and grin. I’m sure that this sappy first rush of feelings will soon wear off, but until then, I’m enjoying every single second.
Vivi wanders over to us as our guide bustles off to get the paperwork. She puts her paws on my leg, giving me big pleading eyes. I immediately scoop her up.
“You spoil her,” Griff accuses, but he’s smiling.
I snort. “Look who’s talking. Anyway, she’s all worn out and deserves some pampering right now.”
“Yeah.” He’s still smiling at me, a soft, indulgent look on his face as he brings his phone up and points it toward me.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“You’re gorgeous, and you’re holding my baby. I want to immortalize this.”
