"Not. Too. Quick!" they shout back.
Scooter gives them a massive two-thumbs up, which leads to more cheering and another visit from the scowling librarian to tell us to keep the noise level down. Clearly, we picked the wrong location for a Kids & Critters information session. But the opening of Scooter's vet clinic, where this event was meant to be held, is running behind schedule, and he didn't want to disappoint the kids and parents who'd already signed up.
He may have played a villain for six years on TV, but Scooter Burns has a heart of gold and was looking forward to this just as much as me.
Maybe even more than me. After all, he's the one who brought up the idea of us adopting a few weeks ago when we were babysitting Buzz and Courtland's son, Brock, so they could have a date night.
Was I shocked? Massively.
Did I say I was open to it? Onethousandpercent.
So much has happened since we finished shooting season six and returned to the East Coast.
I lived with Mom and Billy for the first few months in Loadsmouth. After taking over Billy's medical bills, I asked Mom what her dream vacation was. She listed off a bunch of places she wanted to see—the Eiffel tower, London, some castle in Germany.
I will never, for as long as I live, forget her face when I bought her a European cruise that took her to all those places—and somany more. We hugged, we cried happy tears, and then she was off on the adventure of a lifetime.
While she was away, I spent my time hanging out with Billy. He'd fallen into what he described as a funk while I was away, so we went to his primary care provider and got him a referral to a psychologist who is wonderful and is helping him on his mental health journey.
Also during this time, I introduced Billy to Scooter, and to say they got on like a house on fire would be an understatement. Billy's always been a bit shy, but with Scooter, he lets rip. When those two get on a roll, they have me in stitches. It's one of my favorite things in the world.
Since it was easier for him to come to me, Scooter ended up staying over quite often, and the three of us would hang out together, playing board games, talking shit, cooking up a feast of maple-glazed chicken wings before watching a game of hockey.
When Mom got back, I started visiting Scooter more at his place in Clovelly so the burden of driving wasn't always on him. It was only a matter of time until we moved in together, and that happened about four months ago.
Billy visits us most weekends, and our weeks have been taken up with me helping Scooter establish his own vet clinic. We considered doing it as business partners, but I was hesitant to add the stress and chaos of co-owning a business together, so, as in the bedroom, he's the boss, and I'm the obedient employee/bottom.
I scurry over to the grumpy librarian as Scooter launches into another call and response round with the kids.
"I'm sorry," I say as she glares at me. "We're almost done." When that doesn't seem to placate her, I resort to bribery. "I'll make a substantial donation to the library before we leave if you just let him finish."
She quirks a thin, black brow. "How substantial?"
"Oh, gee, I don't know. Would a thousand bucks work?"
Her face lights up, then she catches herself and dials down the excitement. "Make it two, and we have a deal."
I grin. "We have a deal."
After we're done at the library, with a two-thousand-dollar hole in my wallet, Scooter and I head out for an early dinner with his friends, Courtland, Buzz, and Cyrus, who's in town for baby Brock's third birthday bash.
I really like the guys, and they've welcomed me into the group so openly I feel like I've known them all my life. Buzz is filling us in on what's going on with his twin brother, Howie, and his firefighting bestie, Ramzi. Seems the supposedly straight dudes might not be so straight after all.
By the time we're driving back home, I'm ravenous. I start stroking Scooter's dick the moment he turns onto our street.
"Someone's eager," he observes with a smirk.
"Well, we didn't get dessert because your friends are too health conscious for their own good, so I'm desperately craving something sweet."
Scooter chuckles. "There'll be plenty of sugary treats at Brock's birthday party, don't you worry."
"There's only one sugary treat I'm interested in right now," I mutter as he pulls into the driveway, and I manage to wrestle his cock free from his jeans.
"Wow. You really can't wait, can you?"
"Nope."
And with that, I unbuckle my seat belt and go down on him in the car, slurping noisily on his swollen cock, stopping only when he pulls me off.
