Dalton, Tymber - Doggy Tales [Doggy Tales] (Siren Publishing Classic) (14 page)

“Then give me your cock, goddamn it!” she groused.

He laughed. “But I want to lick your pussy some more. I love making you come.”

She pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. “I’m fucking you, and that’s that!” She yanked on his briefs, pulling them down so his rigid cock sprang free. Immediately, she bent down and sucked him into her mouth, silencing his protests as he groaned with pleasure. He tasted great, salty and sweet, his engorged head smooth under her tongue as she traced the ridges and veins.

His hips thrust up, meeting each pull of her mouth.

Then she sat up again. “That’s better.” She rose and impaled herself on him, both of them moaning as he bottomed out inside her, filling her with his hot, rigid shaft.

“That’s much better,” she whispered.

His hands grasped her hips as she rode him. She braced herself on his chest, taking her time, enjoying the way his cock rubbed against her G-spot.

Then he cheated. He reached between them and started rubbing her clit with his thumb, making her explode around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Ride me. Use me.”

She did, slamming her body down onto his cock as a wave of orgasms rippled through her like waves on the shore. Only he had ever been able to make her come like this. No man had ever made her feel this good.

Exhausted and spent, she collapsed onto him as he held her. She was well aware of his hard cock still twitching inside her, wanting release.

After she caught her breath, she hooked a leg around him and urged him to roll over on top of her. As she kissed him, she thrust up against him, encouraging him to start moving.

He did, slowly at first, his lips and tongue gently exploring and tasting and teasing her mouth as he kept her own fires simmering with his languid strokes. Unbelievably, she realized she was growing close to another climax as his cock stroked her clit with every stroke.

“Do it,” she whispered.

He picked up the speed, harder, faster, deeper, until his cock slammed into her, driving her up the bed under him. And still he held back.

It wasn’t until her pussy contracted with her release, and she cried out, that he finally let go. His cock hardened, swelled, and exploded, pumping his seed deep into her as his entire body stiffened and he let out a deep, growly moan.

Lying there together, spent, arms and legs tangled, softly kissing each other, she knew she could one day trust him. Not just because of the stellar sex, either. Because she felt every cell in his body screaming out his love, his regret, his desire to take what he’d done back, the pain he’d put her through.

She held him tight, his face nestled in the crook of her neck. She stroked his hair. “We’re going to be okay,” she whispered.

He let out a long, relieved sigh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I still want us to talk to someone, before I totally let you out of the doghouse.”

He kissed her neck. “Whatever it takes,” he swore. “For the rest of my life.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and smiled as she snuggled him more tightly against her. “I can feel it.”

* * * *

The next morning, she awoke to find him propped up on one elbow and staring down at her with a loving smile on his face. “What?” she sleepily asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just watching you sleep.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I hated leaving you every night—”

She reached up and pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” she said. “Only with a counselor.” She noticed his quizzical look. “Well, you know what I mean. The general circumstances. If I want to talk about it otherwise, I’ll bring it up. Deal?”

He nodded then sucked her finger into his mouth. He laved his tongue up and down her digit, sending a pulse of need to her clit. He arched one handsome eyebrow in a silent question.

“Okay, fine,” she said with a laugh. “Get busy.”

In a flash, he changed position, with her legs slung over his shoulders and his tongue tonsils-deep inside her pussy.

Her next laugh cut off with a moan as he quickly brought her to a throbbing climax. As she lay there shuddering, recovering, he looked up at her with a playful smile.

“I am a very oral dog,” he teased.

She laughed, loud and long. “I’m getting that.”

“You don’t mind, do you?”

She shook her head, reaching down to play with his disheveled hair. “Not in the least.

They finally made it out of bed and into the shower. Lindsey called and asked Genna if she wanted company today, but she declined her offer. She looked at Jeremy, who was scrambling them some eggs. “I think we might actually make it into the office today,” she said.

He smiled.

* * * *

Ivan the dog greeted them at the lobby, tail wagging and tongue hanging out as he circled Lindsey, walked over to Genna, and rubbed his head on her legs. Genna laughed and stooped down to pet him. “Hi, Ivan.”

Lindsey smiled from her seat at the reception desk. “Good to see you’re past your fear.”

“Well, of him, at least.” Ivan rested his head on her shoulder then looked at Jeremy, lifted his lips in a snarl, and growled.

“Oh, stop it, boys,” Genna said playfully, scratching Ivan’s head. “You can quit being pissed at him. We’re working it out. It’s okay.”

Ivan didn’t seem convinced, but he snorted at Jeremy before getting one final butt scratch from Genna and returning to Lindsey’s desk.

“I know I deserve it,” Jeremy told Ivan, “but my patience only goes so far.”

Ivan stuck his head out from behind the desk, looked to see if anyone else was coming, and shifted back into a man, hidden from the waist down by the desk.

He jabbed a finger at Jeremy. “Screw up and I find out about it, and you’ll deal with me.”

Genna laughed, which apparently defused Jeremy’s ire. “Don’t worry.” He pulled Genna to him and kissed her. “Lindsey, call off your dog.”

Ivan started to protest, but Lindsey laughed and put a staying hand on his shoulder. “Easy, mister.” She pointed at the front doors. “Besides, we’ve got civvies coming.” Three people were walking toward the lobby.

“Shit.” He ducked down behind the desk again. Seconds later, Ivan the dog stuck his head out around the corner. He let out one final bark as Genna and Jeremy headed for the elevator.

Jeremy turned and flipped him a bird with a playful smile before stepping into the car. “Back atcha, buddy,” he said.

When the doors slid shut behind them, Genna asked, “What’d he say?”

“It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t polite.”

She laughed again.

He smiled. “But if it makes you laugh when he does it, I’ll put up with it.”

* * * *

They had their first counselor appointment three days later, after work. She had to admit she felt uncomfortable talking about what happened, but she gave Jeremy credit, he didn’t shy away from the difficult discussion.

Especially when the counselor chimed in with his opinion. “It seems, Genna, you’ve already forgiven him. I’m a little confused why you’re here, what your goals are.”

When he’d directed a quizzical glance at Jeremy, he shrugged. “I was an asshole. And I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The counselor laughed. “I wish all of my clients had breakthroughs that quickly. It’d make my job a lot easier.”

By the time their hour-long appointment ended and they were back in the car, she felt a lot better.

“Why didn’t you make another appointment?” Jeremy asked her.

She shrugged, taking his hand in hers and lacing her fingers through his. “Because I don’t know if I need another appointment.” And she really didn’t. She knew her feelings for him had changed dramatically in just a few days, deepened more than she ever thought possible. Every fiber of her being told her in no uncertain terms that his remorse was genuine.

She didn’t want to spend her life dragging him through the muck out of retribution. “Let’s see how I feel over the next few weeks and go from there.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

The next few weeks bled into the next few months. As she became involved in not just the personal and business ends of Jeremy’s life, but in the shifter-politics part of it as well, the more convinced Genna became that forgiveness was the right decision.

She also came to realize she could trust him.

Especially when she learned more about Jeremy’s cousin, who Lester murdered in cold blood.

In fact, Genna found it difficult to understand how Jeremy could forgive
her
for being associated with the man who had taken the life of such a beloved member of the shifter community. Forgive Jeremy for some revenge?

Piece of cake.

On the night marking their fourth month together, in bed Genna straddled Jeremy and put her hands on his chest. “I think it’s time to let you out of the doghouse.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a small, velvet ring box. He opened it, presenting her with a gorgeous emerald and diamond ring. “Then will you do me the honor of marrying this recent doghouse parolee?”

She laughed. “Yes, absolutely.” She smiled as he put the ring on her finger. “But why did you wait this long?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to rush you. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to push or bribe you into making up your mind.”

“Thank you.” She stared at the ring. “I’m guessing you won’t give Lindsey and me a hassle about us planning the wedding?”

He laughed. “Nope. I learned my lesson. I plan on staying out of the doghouse for the rest of our lives together.”

She grinned. “And who says you can’t teach an old dog a new trick?”

Puppy Dog Eyes

“So, what are you wearing to the party this weekend?” Tessa asked Scudder.

Her team partner didn’t look up from his computer monitor and simply shrugged. The slight gesture of his broad shoulders made her heart race.

“I don’t think I’m going, Tess,” he said.

Tessa Gilroy crossed her arms and leaned against her desk. “Scudder Harris, you’re not telling me you’re going to bail on the company Halloween shindig, are you?”

He shrugged again. She wished he’d stop doing that. Or take his shirt off before he did.
Damn, I bet he has a gorgeous chest…

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” He finally leaned back in his chair and swiveled it to meet her gaze, which was deadly to her reserve. Dennis “Scudder” Harris had huge, sweet golden-brown eyes that melted her insides and sent all the juices straight to her nether regions, paired with brilliant jet-black hair that glinted with almost blue highlights when they sat outside and ate their lunch.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Why not what?”

“Why aren’t you going?”

He cocked his head. “Because I don’t know many of the people there, and I don’t have a costume.” Employees and their families from all of the regional offices were invited, so several hundred people, most likely, would attend.