“And how do you know I’m not?”
She smirked, reaching out her hand and running it over my length through my jeans.
My breath caught on a grunt. She made an approving humming sound in her throat. “More than enough to get the job done.”
Her hand felt good, even through wet denim, too good if I was being honest. “We should get this dog washed before the sun goes down,” I said, my voice strained.
“Then we can finish what we started.”
She kissed me once more, slow and lingering, like she couldn’t quite get enough, before sliding her legs down my hips and stepping away.
Chapter Eleven
Kara
Iwas horny as hell, and couldn’t wait to get this man into bed. Unfortunately, the thing standing between me and multiple orgasms was a dog who thought our river adventure was all a game. Tuck was lying on the riverbank, dirty from head to toe, watching us with his tail wagging.
“Come here, Tuck,” Grant called, splashing his hands in the water beside him.
Tuck perked up his ears and wagged his tail faster but stayed where he was.
“Tuck, now.” Grant raised an eyebrow, and Tuck still didn’t budge.
“Damn stubborn dog.” Grant moved slowly through the water, his jeans saturated and heavy. He had a well-defined tent in the front, and I was desperate to get my hands on it. Grant managed to get up the bank, his boots slopping water as he walked. He grabbed Tuck by thecollar and started pulling him toward the water. Tuck, ever so helpful, took off running and dragged Grant right back into the river. This was becoming a habit. I stifled a laugh and instead popped the cap on the doggy shampoo and started lathering up the reluctant pooch.
Tuck started to whine when we scrubbed him instead of playing, but I was on a mission now. We scrubbed Tuck as best we could, then rinsed him clean. I stood with my hands on my hips, my toes and fingers numb despite the warm summer day.
“How do we get him back to the house without him getting dirty again?” I asked Grant.
He huffed a laugh. “Washing him in the river was your idea.”
I pursed my lips. “True, but the sooner we get him back to the cabin, the sooner we can get out of these wet clothes and…” I left the rest unsaid, but he understood my suggestion. Grant squatted down and grabbed Tuck around all four legs at once, lifting him with a grunt. He staggered forward over uneven rocks until he was up on the bank.
“That was hot.”
“Glad you think so,” he said, his voice strained. “Now let’s go.” I grabbed the shampoo bottle and scrambled after him. The walk back to the cabin wasn’t pretty. A soaking wet Tuck isn’t exactly light and predictably, Grant wouldn’t let me help him. Watching his ass and thighs strain to carry the big dog back to the cabin had me more than ready to get horizontal by the time we made it through the door of the cabin.
Grant got Tuck inside, drying him with an old, shaggy towel by the door, and onto an old blanket. Tuck, tired from the fun, turned in a circle and immediately lay down.
“That just leaves one dirty boy to deal with,” I said, reaching out and popping the button on Grant’s jeans.
That got a smile out of him. “I’m exhausted from carrying that damned dog; you’re going to have to be on top.”
I lowered his zipper and started tugging his sodden jeans over his hips. “Why don’t we take this to the shower instead?”
“Sounds like heaven,” he said, bringing his lips to mine. “I’ll even let you use all the hot water.”
For how tired he claimed to be, he didn’t waste any time kicking off his boots and jeans. He took an extra second to put his boots on the mat and his wet jeans in the sink. “You’re naked in the kitchen again,” I said with a smirk as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the same place.
“You complaining?”
“Definitely not.”
Piece by piece, we each stripped bare, our eyes never leaving each other. I had seen him in just a towel, but the whole picture at once was pretty spectacular. He was muscular but not lean, strong and thick. And I wasn’t just talking about his cock … although the description also applied.
“I appreciate you eye-fucking me, but it’s kinda cold being wet and naked.” Grant grumbled once all of our wet clothes were off.
I laughed, the cool cabin air making me shiver, and grabbed his hand before racing barefoot down the hall and into the cramped bathroom. The shower was built for one small human. It wasn’t even big enough to clean Tuck. I slid into the shower stall while Grant was still digging clean towels from under the sink. I turned my face toward the spray. It had been warm outside, but the river water had left me with a chill. Or maybe it was just the anticipation of Grant’s touch.
