“Without a doubt,” I said. “It’s just a matter of how many breaks we need to take, and how much she hates herself by the time we finish.”
Bonny laughed at that. It was the first time I had heard her laugh. “It’s good for her to try new things. She usually gets tunnel vision about Happy Bones that she never gets out and does anything else. And Pierce only made things worse.”
The mention of her ex made me tense. “Is that so?”
The herd of dogs came running back to us. Bonny took the ball from one of the labs, stuck it into the end of the Chuck-It stick, and hurled it across the field. The dogs zoomed away in a stampede of barks and wagging tails. Bonny turned to me.
“Pierce wasn’t good for her. That’s all I’m saying.”
“But I am?”
She gave me a sideways look. “All three of you are.” She handed me the Chuck-It stick. “Play with them for another ten minutes. The extra labs you brought home still have a lot of energy.”
I did as I was told until Christie came out and helped me corral everyone back into the barn. “They like you,” Christie said as we walked back to the house.
“They like whoever throws the ball.”
“Not the dogs. Bonny, and Sandy.”
“Why do you seem surprised? I’m a likable guy.”
She barked a laugh. “Bonny doesn’t like anyone. And I hated you when we first met.”
I grinned. “I didn’t like you either. You wouldn’t sign my timesheet.”
Christie’s fingers laced into mine, and we held hands all the way back to the house.
“What’s the plan for dinner?” I asked as the small dogs came running up to me in the living room. “I’m good with anything, but Chinese sounds great.”
Christie raised an eyebrow. “You’ve forgotten about our deal so soon?”
I leaned down to pet Slinky, the grey-haired Dachshund. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about. But I figured you wanted to stuff some food in your mouth first, especially after the hike.”
“There’s only one thing I want to be stuffed with right now. And it’s not food.” She grinned.
I snickered, but her cheesy joke turned me on. I was half-hard just looking at the way she smiled at me.
We went upstairs and showered together, just like we had done several times before. Lathering each other up with suds, gently cleaning away the salt and grime from the hike. I wasn’t a sappy guy, but I loved showering with Christie. I couldn’t explain why. It was just so… I don’t know. Sensual. More than just fucking somebody.
We dried off after, but didn’t put on our clothes. I cupped Christie’s face in the bathroom and gave her a deep kiss, slowly moving my tongue into her mouth while my hand slid along her damp, warm skin. She moaned as my fingers caressed down the curve of her hip and around to her ass. I squeezed her cheek possessively, digging my fingers up to where the two cheeks met. Inching closer to what she had told me she wanted.
But not quite.
We kissed our way to the bedroom and fell onto the bed. In the three weeks we had been fooling around, we had developed a routine leading up to sex. Christie liked being on her back while I lowered myself to her, covering her body and grinding my stiff cock up and down her pussy while we kissed. Some hand stuff always followed; I would begin rubbing her until she was dripping wet, and she would clutch at my cock and stroke me while moaning underneath my touch.
All of that happened tonight. She guided my cock in between her pussy lips so I could fuck her like that, smooth strokes while we continued kissing. Soft, gentle, sensual sex. The kind of lovemaking you saw in softcore porn, or explicit R-rated movies.
Then she whispered, “I’m ready,” into my ear.
I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. “Ready for what?”
“You know.”
“I forgot. I’ve got a bad memory. What is it you want me to do again?”
A naughty gleam shone in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
They were the sweetest words I had ever heard in my life. Words I never thought I would hear from a woman. Hell, I didn’t think women liked this kind of thing. Yet here was Christie, a fucking smokeshow of a woman, practically begging me for it.