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I shook my head no and I stood up to check if Riley needed to go for another walk. Annette had texted me that Riley had used the bathroom earlier, but I didn’t want her to hold it in, like she used to.
“I know that you could hurt me…if you relapsed,” she finally answered my question.
She’d come to me tonight, for whatever reason, and I didn’t want to figure out why. She knew that right now I wouldn’t hurt her. At least not on purpose.
After Riley was done, she clumsily leaped onto Mariska’s thighs and I refilled her bowl. My thoughts were entirely on what Mariska had given me; some piece of optimism that wouldn’t rule out that I could have a place in her world.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be strong. I know that I don’t want to hurt you. I do whatever I can everyday to preserve my friendship with Beth and Chase. Chase may never really think of me as his brother. I think Pierce is more like a brother to him than he will admit. But one thing I’ve promised myself, and I should know that making promises is rarely productive, is that you won’t go down with me if I fall.”
“I can take that, Hunter,” she murmured. “Did Riley get her present yet?”
“Nah, I went straight to work after La Caridad. I’ll give her some after I walk her tomorrow morning and Annette might give her some if she doesn’t freak out in the park.”
“Oh, is Annette her dog sitter?”
I nodded. “You thought her pet sitter was a dude?”
A half-grin tugged up a side of her face. “I wanted Riley’s pet sitter to be dude.” She let out a sigh. “Have you and Annette…”
“We have,” I answered and blew out a breath, “but it’s a casual thing. She sees other people.”
Mariska nodded and then kissed Riley between her nape and crest as she rubbed her tummy. “What do you think it is about parks that make her freak out?”
“I shouldn’t say it’s the park, ‘cause it’s not really that. When a lot of people and other dogs are in the park, she gets agitated.”
She knitted her eyebrows and turned her head to the side, her eyes meeting Riley’s. “You’ve got to work on that, don’t cha?” she said. “She’s been through so much. I’d give her treats everyday if I could, you know? I think she really feels like this is her home.”
“Riley is resilient. Tomorrow makes three full months since I’d brought her home. I think she was on the streets for most of her life.”
She huffed out a breath. “I can’t see her roughing it out as a street dog.”
I gestured in agreement and, after some minutes of quiet, I remarked, “You must have had one of the best costumes at the party.” My eyes raked over her in her bodysuit and a subtle smile played over her lips.
“There were other girls there in cat suits.”
“Don’t downplay how you’re looking right now.”
A dark blush colored the apples of her cheeks as she motioned doubtfully with her hand. “How would you know? You weren’t at your Chase’s party.” The comment sounded good-natured, but then the smile she had slipped from her face. “Hunter, I am sorry.”
“I wasn’t there, so it’s a legitimate comment. But I’ve seen your legs. Felt your legs in my hands and few chicks have legs like yours.” She looked at herself and returned her gaze to me. I liked seeing her try to fight the rosy color that would bloom over her face again. “How come you don’t wear pants?”
She shrugged her shoulders and gave a small laugh. Her eyes held a reminiscent gleam in them. “You’ve heard Pierce call Beth noodles?” I gave her a nod and she continued. “Well, when I was little my aunts, uncles, and some cousins of mine called me sticks because I was so skinny. Skinner than Beth had been. When we entered middle school, she gradually became slender, and then in high school she became this curvy bombshell. Clothes fit her just right and I’d only grown longitudinally. Even the kids’ tall clothes didn’t look good on me, so I wore skirts and then Beth found dresses for me at the mall we used to have in Franklin Parks, and there’d been such a variety that I didn’t know what to do with myself.. In looser, billowy like dresses the kids didn’t ask me why I was so skinny, or if I ate anymore.”
I walked over from the counter and sank down on the couch with her, marveled at how hard women could be on themselves about their bodies. Yeah, Mariska was thin, but it didn’t take away from her slamming shape. Unlike most men, the size of a woman didn’t matter to me, for the most part. The shape of a woman really got my attention.
“Don’t look at me like that,” her voice cracked as her gaze dropped to my mouth. Scooting to her so there was no room between us, I curled my fingers behind her back. Her hair was now dry and felt satiny against my skin. A small noise came out of her slightly parted lips and I was a goner. The look in her rich coffee colored eyes turned molten. She wanted me and that was all the information my erect cock grasped. And yet, I kissed her gently until our tongues moved in time with each other. I took hold of her waist with my other hand, trailing my fingers down to the softness settled on her hips. As I caressed her scalp, my lips journeyed to her neck. I froze to make contact with her eyes and she groaned, her fingers pressing down on my thighs as Riley slept.
I zipped down the front of her catsuit and there wasn’t any other barrier in my way. Like I expected, she didn’t have a bra on. Her little perky tits greeted me, her nipples jutted out into little points. Her hands shot up to my face, pulling my mouth into an explosive kiss. Mariska unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down so I was more comfortable. The tip of my dick leaked with some come and I cupped her breast, stroking her nipples with my palms, so I wouldn’t think about how damn perfect my dick would be in her cunt. She moaned gutturally when Riley’s eyes popped opened. She gaped at us, but otherwise she remained still.
“Can we go to your room?” she asked in ragged puffs. For a second, I watched her chest heaving, knowing her heart was thumping beneath her chest rapidly.
“Mariska,” I hissed, “sleepover tonight.” The feral heat in her eyes was as transparent as mine must have been. I kissed her fingers one by one and she placed her hand on my arm. “I need to taste you again—so bad—but I am not going to—we won’t go beyond that. I meant every word I’d said earlier.”
She responded with a fractional incline of her head. I told Riley to sit on the floor. Riley did and Mariska followed me to the kitchen where we washed our hands. As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I lowered the zipper to her navel. She removed the sleeves from her elegant arms and I instructed her not to move as I completely took off her costume. I fell down to my knees and tugged her silk panty down to her ankles. As I grazed my lips on her mound and I pressed soft kisses to her, she let out a shaky groan. I circled her core with my tongue, flickering upward until I closed in on her clit, feeling her body shudder with a jolt.
“I-I can’t stand much longer.” Her voice was urgent. Holding on to her full ass with a firm grip, I guided her to my bed. When the back of her knees connected with my bed, I gave her a gentle push down.
“Open them up far and wide, Mariska,” I gritted out, needing to have her soaking wetness against my face a
