Page 11 of Groomed For Love


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But it’s Naomi who laughs this time.

The first time I’ve seen her smile let alone laugh so freely.

And my god, what a smile it is.

It feels like the whole world is brighter somehow.

Like the sky is suddenly bluer and everything is perfect once I see her smile, once I hear her laughter in the space between us both.

It’s the one thing I’ve heard and seen in my whole life that makes my own heart feel easy for once.

It’s like coming home.

I let our mood stay light once we reach the salon. Naomi’s had a bad day by anyone’s standards, but her fear of losing her home as well as her job still weighs heavy on me.

And Moose.

We’ve both seen trauma on the job but we also both know this is different. This is the one time we both get to make a permanent difference.

I make a joke about Moose finally getting his bath as Naomi lets us into the salon. I tear down her note so no one else will ever see it again but treasure it from this moment as my own.

“I’ll warm up the bath,” she squeaks, and I lock the doors behind us both. Moose following her eagerly to the large walk-in bath outback.

Like I said, a good puppy again when it comes to bath time with the right person.

And man oh man is Naomi the right person.

I know at a glance she is.

For me and my best friend, my buddy. My police partner.

She’s our new everything in a New York minute, and we both know it without a single glance or a word between us.

I should feel jealous at how easy Moose is with her.

But I can’t.

I’d rush to her with the same affection if she called me to, jumping into the steaming warm water.

Naked.

For her.

And I can’t help wondering as I watch her heart shaped ass from behind as she checks the water in the tub if she’d do anything I asked her to.

If she feels the same way about me physically as I know I do for her.

Moose’s eyes are bright with excitement, and I’m glad Naomi’s back’s turned while I take a seat.

My hard on has reached the stage of not being able to hide it, with the urge to take it out and show her what she’s doing to me almost overpowering me.

I get lost in my fantasy, picturing myself walking over to her and keeping her bent over, tugging those sweat pants down so I can get at what I need most.

I hear myself groaning softly, imagining my hands gripping her waist, running my hands over her hips, and spanking that perfect ass as she spreads her thick thighs for me.

One hand on her ass, the other sliding its way between her legs as her head tilts back, our moans of pleasure ringing out together.

Ringing.

There’s a pressure in my head, and that ringing…

“Uh, Parker? Parker!”

I snap to attention, the room slowly coming back into focus.

Naomi’s craning her neck around, both her hands holding onto Moose as her eyes move from my bulging crotch to the phone on the wall.

“Can you get that, please?” she asks, her voice shaking a little as I notice her whole body struggle to keep Moose still.

Or is it something else?

Without thinking, I lunge for the phone on the wall and answer it. Identifying myself as Officer Parker and naming the salon.

To my surprise, it’s the hospital calling. A nurse tells me which hospital and ward she’s calling from but she stops short on answering any questions about her patient’s condition when I ask.

They have Sasha on the other line and she’d like to speak with Naomi, if she’s there.

“Uh… She’s got her hands full right now, I can take the call,” I tell the nurse.

Sasha sounds like hell, her strained voice rasping from the other end of the line.

“I’m at the salon with Naomi, and Moose,” I tell her, thinking that might make her feel better.

But it has the opposite effect.

“Get her out of my salon… I don’t want her near another dog or my place ever again, you hear me,” she tries to shout, but the phone’s taken from her by the hospital staff.

Holding the handset away from my ear, I know that Naomi’s heard just as much as I have.

Her whole body seems to slump and Moose licks her face as even he tries to console her.

It’s official, I guess.

She’s fired.

Chapter Seven

Naomi

It feels good to have Moose’s trust while I start to set up his bath.

Feels even better knowing his master is right behind me, watching me.

I’m no show pony, but a girl gets a feeling when she’s being watched in a positive way.

Doesn’t she?

I wouldn’t know but I can’t deny it when I sense it coming at me from behind.

It has to be. Nothing else could make me feel like this.

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