I’m bent over the bed, clutching the sheets, and Sawyer’s giving me one of my favorite things.
A good, hard railing.
I can feel it in my toes. In my belly. In every damn cell that’s lighting up and singing as he fucks me to pieces.
Until I fall apart, crying out in pleasure. And seconds later, with a grunt and a moan, he follows me there. Collapses on me. Wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck.
While a dog whines.
I glance down. It’s Mister Dog, thumping his tail.
“I guess someone needs to learn his sex manners,” I say as Sawyer eases out.
“Good thing my girlfriend is the best dog trainer around.”
I beam at that word. “So I’m your girlfriend, Sam?”
“You are. You’re mine. All mine.”
I like the sound of that. “That’s music to my ears,” I say, then I glance down. “Shower time. Also, you never sang in the shower for me.”
“I’m not going to sing with you.”
“I have to discover you singing?”
“That’s the way it works, Chloe.”
And in the morning, I find him crooning in the shower. He’s singing “Let’s Stay Together.”
Yes. Let’s.
EPILOGUE: BIG THINGS
SAWYER
“And that’s a wrap.”
The crew cheers at the director’s words, along with the actors—and the dog star emits a joyful bark—asHappily Maybe Afterfinishes its first season, with the final scene being a kiss at the pet supply shop.
AKA—my business.
I cheer too. “Well done!” I shout. Since I’m trying to be more…effusive. Well, only occasionally. I still have a boss rep to maintain.
Levi’s eyes widen. “Look at you go.”
“I guess you do have it in you,” Hazel says with a smile.
“He’s full of surprises,” Zuri remarks as the crew starts breaking down the set as fast as they can.
Understandable. We have a fun night out planned to celebrate the season—but also the partnerships. The dog runway show was a big hit, with Shortcake making an appearance wearing a bow tie while Dandelion modeled a vest, and Baxter a jean jacket. So many more of our four-legged friends also strutted their stuff. Jubilee wore a T-shirt with a Sam Silversmith logo on it. It was designed by my girlfriend, who’s been having a blast making my merch. The Sam Silversmith shirts sell out at every show, and she hawks them herself at a table she sets up at the front of Pour Decisions.
Didn’t see that coming. But then again, she’s always been supportive. Next week, she’s bringing some temporary tattoos.
Tonight, though? The whole crew is going. I turn to them in the dog play area. “I need to go get ready. See you all at Pour Decisions?”
“Can’t wait,” Levi says.
And the thing is, I can’t either. And I didn’t see that coming till I met Chloe.
