Page 107 of Wag More Bark Less

“Fuck, Maggie.”

He pummeled into me one last time, as though he couldn’t bury himself deep enough inside me, and found his release.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, me held up against the wall by one very wobbly leg and Luke’s sheer strength. Seconds? Minutes? An hour? Time was an illusion.

He kissed me softly before pulling out, guiding me until both my feet were back on the floor. We didn’t talk, but the primal, sated look in his eyes spoke volumes.

I wasn’t staying in Bluebell Springs; we both knew that. But we could enjoy ourselves during the time we did still have together.

“You better go get Ellie,” Luke said.

“Ellie?” I asked, confused. I didn’t take him for the kicking-a-woman-out-right-after-sex type.

Luke slid his hand up my neck and tangled it in my hair. “I’m not spending another night without you two in my bed.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

ELLIE

C’mon, sock basket.

Tug, tug, tug.

Back door is closed again.

Bite the rope.

Tug, tug, tug.

Back door isn’t moving.

Forever Mom thought she locked Ellie Belly inside.

Silly Forever Mom.

Up on back paws.

Whap paw, whap paw.

Click!

Ellie Belly is smarter than that.

Bite the rope.

Tug, tug, tug.

Ha!

C’mon, sock basket.

Tug, tug, tug.

It’s stuck.

Tug harder, Ellie Belly.

Oof!