Good ego stroke to start the day with.
I strode through the connecting door, closing it, then quickly opening my door.
“Hey,” I called to Syn just as he got to Dylan’s door. “She passed back out. I’ll take Sugar.”
“She not gonna come down to breakfast?”
“I’ll wake her up after I feed Sugar.”
“We’ll save you seats,” he said, handing me the leash.
“Had a good walk, huh?” I asked as she ran to the connecting door, wanting to go through to get her water.
“Those legs gonna start working soon?” I asked after feeding Sugar. I sat down on the bed where she was still curled on her side, running a hand up the slope of her side.
“Doesn’t this place have room service?” she grumbled, rolling over onto her back.
And, fuck, I went ahead and enjoyed the view for a moment.
“Think they do,” I agreed, leaning down to run my tongue around her nipple.
The little shiver that moved through her had me moving across her chest to tease her some more.
“But then Saint and Syn are gonna have questions. Might show up at the door…”
“Stop making good points when you’re doing… that,” she moaned as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.
“We got all day,” I said. “We can’t go back to the clubhouse until tonight. Throw some clothes on. We’ll eat. Then… we can find a way to occupy the day.”
Except, of course, fucking Saint ruined those plans by insisting that I come back to his room because the cameras had been picking up feeds all night and Rook had been running down some leads and wanted to talk to us.
Dylan said nothing, just pouted into her eggs and sausage.
As much as I did want to spend the day in bed with her, I couldn’t help but wonder if the constant interruptions were maybe a good thing. Because each day, she seemed to be letting me in more, getting comfortable with being close to me, wanting intimacy from me.
When she called me the night before, the last thing I expected was for her to ask me to stay with her. Just to sleep. I mean, yeah, what she was actually asking for was cuddling, but I figured she was a ways off from being comfortable saying something like that.
“We can take Sugar to the park again,” Syn suggested, making Dylan let out a whimpering sound. “Not up to it?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve walked as much in my whole life as much as I have since we came here,” she admitted, pushing her food around her plate.
“I don’t mind taking her by myself. And there was a pet store on the way back. They have self-service baths. We could stop there and get cleaned up, right?” he asked, sneaking a piece of bacon down to the dog.
“This is because I wouldn’t let you get a dog when we were younger, isn’t it?” Saint asked, shaking his head.
“I asked for one for every holiday and birthday,” Syn told Dylan.
“And when we were young, we didn’t have enough food to feed ourselves, let alone a dog. Then when we did, we didn’t have the time or the kind of schedule that would be fair to a dog,” Saint reasoned.
“Maybe this is good practice,” Dylan said. “And when you get back to Shady Valley, you could look into getting one for yourself.”
“Maybe,” Syn said, shrugging.
“You want to head up now?” Saint asked me when I finished the last of my food. “I’m sure Rook has been up all night and could use some sleep.”
“Yeah, let’s get it over with.”
Not because I really gave a fuck about the mission right then. But because I wanted to get back to Dylan as quickly as possible.
