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He cocks his leg, looking shy, and pees on the flowerbeds. I know some dog owners would resent that, but I don’t care, as long as he’s happy and knows he’s safe here.
I look across at the sauna, reality blurring, fantasy taking its place.
Suddenly Piper’s in there, naked, her bare breasts visible through the glass door. I imagine those gorgeous round mounds, her rosy nipples pressed against the glass, and then me stepping up behind her and smoothing my hands down to her sweaty hips.
I imagine her moaning as I guide my dick to her entrance, driving upwards, pushing deeper and deeper until my helm is as far inside of her as it’s possible to go.
Her body having no choice but to get pregnant with my child.
“I need to slow down, boy,” I say when Bones pads over to me. “As far as she knows, this is just a good job opportunity. She has no idea how badly I want to claim her. She doesn’t know I want – need – to start a family with her. Hell, if she thinks of me in that way, if she’s attracted to me, I mean… what are the chances she’s going to want to get pregnant right away?”
Bones tilts his head, as though offering me sympathy.
I grin and lean down, scratching him under the chin. “I’ve got to say, it’s nice to have someone to talk to.”
He laps at my hand again, tickling, and then he turns and trots inside. I take one last look at the yard, the barbecue fantasy so alive to me it’s almost like I’m hallucinating.
When I go inside, I take Bones to his dog bed in the living room. I’ve done my best to make it as appealing as possible, with lots of blankets.
For the next thirty minutes, I sit on the floor as Bones gets himself comfortable, burrowing into the blankets, flipping them over, and finally curling into a ball with only his eyes peeking out.
I leave the room quietly, not wanting to disturb him and walk upstairs.
The closer I get to the bedroom, the more inevitable I know it’s going to be. My mind is a prisoner to Piper.
Lying on the bed, I slide my hand down my body and to my rock hard cock.
I can’t fight it anymore.
I can’t even try.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Piper
I wake up early to catch the bus. Giving myself plenty of time, I pack my graphic design stuff and leave the house before the sun has fully risen. The sky is a beautiful shade of bleeding orange, red mixed in there, making me want to bust open my laptop and get to work.
As I ride the bus, I lay my forehead against the glass, telling myself I’m not tired.
But that’s a lie.
It was impossible to sleep last night, with so many thoughts swirling in my mind. If I wasn’t thinking about what my mom told me about my dad – trying to process it – I was fixated on the way Pearce stared at me when we were discussing the job.
My desire tried to play tricks on me.
During the night, as I recalled the meeting, I embellished. I imagined the glint in his icy blue eyes was something more than his natural fierceness, his stony gruffness. I imagined it was specific to me, that his heart ached with the same intensity that grips mine.
And then, in my fantasies, I dared to look down at his manhood. I saw the hard outline of him, pushing against his jeans.
“That’s right,” he growled in my fantasies. “You make me crazy. I’ve never seen anybody sexier. Come here, baby girl. Come here and show me how badly you want this.”
I’m jolted back to reality when the bus comes to a stop at my station. As I step off, I glance at my phone. I’ve got an hour and fifteen minutes until I’m due to be at Pearce’s house in the expensive part of the city.
It should be enough, just.
But unlike my cleaning gig, I won’t have to fit my college work in around this. I’ll be able to make it a part of my job. I’ll get paid to study…
After Bones is taken care of, of course. That little guy has to come first.
I couldn’t feel more out of place as I walk from the final bus stop past the three-story townhouses. They loom over me, each one clean and expensive-looking, not a blade of grass out of place in the yards out front. The streets around here are cleaner, with no sign of graffiti, not even a piece of chewing gum.
The townhouses break away into detached houses behind gates. I approach Pearce’s, trying to envision myself living in a place like this.
The gate is tall, set between two brick columns, with a wide gravel path leading up to the entranceway. The house itself must have at least five bedrooms.
