I dived into the bed and kissed the sweet sounds spilling from his mouth. Soon, they changed into quiet moans of appreciation.
I undressed him slowly, Jamie’s eyes growing heavy once more now that he was in bed. Yeah, my poor guy was exhausted. I got him naked, then flipped him onto his stomach.
“And they say romance is dead,” he mumbled into his pillow.
I laughed softly. It probably wouldn’t be the most romantic move if I whipped out my dick and started fucking him right now.
I had other plans, though.
I put my hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently.
“Oh god, I love you so much,” he blurted as I worked my hands over sore muscles. “Are we gonna still…”
“Nah,” I said. “You’re tired. Let me just take care of you.”
He sighed, sinking into the mattress. “Best boyfriend ever.”
I smiled, and bent to whisper into his ear, “Bestlive-inboyfriend ever. We’ll have plenty more chances to fuck around. Every night, in fact. Because we’ll be living together.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” he teased. “Are we going to live together?”
“Long and hard, baby. Long andhard.”
He turned his face on the pillow, grinning up at me. “Can’t wait to tell Maverick and Silas they have to help us move your stuff.”
I laughed. “That’ll be fun. Now close your eyes and relax, babe. Let me do my work.”
“Gladly.” He closed his eyes again, body going lax as I worked my hands down his lats, molding muscle and tissue with my hands, exploring the shape of his body, and slowly turning him into a puddle of sleepy boyfriend goo.
When soft snores started echoing through the room, I got up and stripped down so I could curl up with him.
All three dogs padded into the room and joined us in the bed. I’d given up on trying to shut any of them out. It would only result in whining and scratching at the door.
Lady and Bruno curled up together at the foot of the bed like good pets, and Tramp worked his way between us, snuggling against Jamie’s back.
I just smiled and wrapped my arms around them both, secure in the knowledge that this would be the way I went to bed for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 32
“We’re going to find you love whether you like it or not!”
— IOLA, MATCHMAKING MAMAS
Jamie
October fifteenth wasour first cooler autumn day, with gray skies and intermittent drizzle, but it didn’t deter the dog lovers from turning out for Dogtober Days.
Hank and a group of volunteers had transformed Beaver Hole Park early in the morning. By the time I arrived to set up my booth, the grounds contained a dog agility course, obedience training demonstrations, a live musician strumming a ukulele, food vendors selling kibble and popcorn side-by-side, and animal rescue advocates.
I set out my dog biscuits beside Sammi’s brochures for dog grooming and day care services while I watched the growingcrowd of dog owners milling about the park, checking out everything on offer while they waited for us to open.
“Are you sure it’s okay I’m joining your booth?” I asked.
Furry Fosters had signed up late, so I’d given them my assigned space.
“Of course it’s okay for you to join us,” Sammi said. “It’s fitting, actually.”
“How do you mean?”
