Finally, I drift off, and when I wake again, it’s to Kelcie’s face pressed into the crook of my neck, her arm and leg thrown over me. She’s half on top of me, the V between her thighs dangerously close to my cock.
The room has already started to grow dark as the sun sets, and Lick jumps off the foot of the bed, coming around the side to boop me with her nose.
As gently as possible, I extract myself from beneath Kelcie, and once I’m out of the bed, I adjust the covers over her. With her hair all over my pillow and her lips slightly parted, she looks absolutely breathtaking.
I indicate for Lick to go and follow her out of the bedroom, pausing to shut the door softly behind me.
When I get to the kitchen, I mutter, “You couldn’t wait a little longer, could you?”
She lets out a bark, and I quickly sign for her to stop so she won’t wake Kelcie.
I open the back door and shiver when the cold hits me in the face. I should’ve grabbed a jacket before I left the room.
I get busy preparing Lick’s food while thinking about what Kelcie and I can have for dinner.
I’ve been eating much healthier since she came along. Before I started spending time with her, I used to live off sandwiches.
While Lick’s food is warming in the microwave, I make myself coffee, then lean back against the counter, sipping on it.
It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. It will be the first time since my divorce that I’ll spend the day with someone.
My thoughts are filled with the past few months and how much my life has changed because of Kelcie.
I want her in my life forever.
When the microwave dings, I quickly mix everything together and place the bowl on the floor. While Lick goes to town on her meal, I open the freezer and look at the contents.
Pulling out a steak, I let it thaw in the sink, adding hot water to help it along. The second Lick is done eating and doing her business outside, I shut the door and lock it.
“Let’s go to the office, girl.”
I bring my coffee with me, and sitting down, I open my laptop and get to work.
Knowing Lick will notify me when she hears Kelcie moving in the house, I get lost in the story, writing page after page.
By the time Lick’s tail starts wagging, I’ve written three chapters.
“God, what’s the time?” Kelcie grumbles in the living room.
I check on my laptop, then call out, “Eight fifteen.”
“Holy crap!”
She appears in the doorway, not a hair out of place, and I assume she used my brush. The thought makes me grin at her.
“I can’t believe I slept for so long.”
“Do you feel rested?” I ask as I get up.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“I’m going to make pasta with cream and strips of steak. Are you good with that?”
“It sounds delicious. Can I help?”
“Of course. I’ll cut the meat, and you can take care of the pasta.”
Going to the kitchen, we get to work, and while I’m frying the slices of steak, I can sense Kelcie’s eyes are on me.
