CHAPTER ELEVEN
MEETUPS
DYLAN
“Mmm, I could get used to waking up with you in my bed.” I flop onto my side of the bed, still out of breath.
“I could get used to waking up…the way you woke me up.” She laughs and puts her hand over her eyes when I look at her.
“With my tongue between your legs, you mean?” I tease.
“Yes,” she squeaks.
“You liked that, hmm?” I lean over and kiss her shoulder.
“Very much.”
“I’m glad. Can you say, ‘Dylan, I love waking up with your tongue on my pussy?’”
She looks at me with wide eyes and pink cheeks, which cracks me up.
“Too much?” My thumb caresses her jawline. She’s so soft and beautiful.
“I’m not…good at…saying all the things.”
I kiss her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You don’t have to be. But this is a safe space. You can say exactly what youwant and what you like, and I will love it. Everything you do turns me on, Doll, your shyness, that you’re embarrassed to say what you want, and when you get bold too…like in the middle of the night when you flipped me on my back and rode me like your life depended on it…”
She giggles, and it makes me hard again.
Bill waddles over from the end of the bed, his tail waving fast.
Dahlia coos sweet things as she pets him.
“I never had a dog…or any kind of pet,” she says. “Are they hard to take care of?”
“Some are more challenging than others, but they’re so worth it,” I tell her.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I laugh when I see a picture my dad sent. Kevin, the adorable white Havanese puppy Goldie brought home, is lying on his back in his little bed. I show it to Dahlia.
“Goldie brought this puppy home, and he’s all about her but also attached to my dad. It’s actually been pretty great for him.”
Dad
Proof of life requested, please.
“This is my dad’s way of saying we’re too quiet,” I tell Dahlia. “Asking for proof of life.” I make a goofy face. “I’d rather take a picture of the two of us, but I’ll keep you out of it.”
“Uh, yeah, for the best.” She laughs.
That’s proof of Kevin’s life. Where are you, pray tell?
I take a selfie with Bill, making sure Dahlia isn’t in the shot, and send it.
Camden sends a photo of a Kitty-Corner Cafe cup.
Goldie
I hope you played nice with Juju!
