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“We know how old he is?” Grey asks.
“Yeah, looking at his teeth, I’m thinking he’s probably five or so.”
“Ah, so an oldie,” Grey says.
“Midlife. Still got some good years left in him,” Michael replies, and Grey smiles.
Okay, enough bonding over being old. I can’t relate. It’s not my fault I’m young.
“Sounds good, thanks,” I say, taking the leash that doggo is now attached to. He trots next to me and sniffs at my pants, his tail wagging behind him.
“How much do we owe you?” Grey asks, pulling out his wallet, but the vet shakes his head.
“No, I’ve got this. It was my pleasure.”
I’m sure it was, I think, as we make our way out onto the sidewalk and move toward the small local store, in search of some stuff to get the three of us through the next few days.
“Can’t believe we have a dog now,” Grey says, reaching down and threading his fingers through mine.
“Believe it,” I say. “This is a motherfucking sign, Grey.”
“A sign of what?” he asks, his brows furrowed.
“Dunno, but we’ll find out, won’t we?”
Grey looks down at the dopey dog beside us and nods. “Yeah. Guess we will.”
* * *
“Think I came up with a name for him,” Grey says. His head is on my chest as we lay in bed, his big hand splayed across my shoulder, massaging it lightly.
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
I’ve been watching him mull this over all day and damn, if it wasn’t cute as hell. He even ran a few choices by me, but I want the name to be his. I want him to choose.
I think Grey has lived a life where he’s done everything for everyone else and never took a thing for himself. All he wants to do is to make everyone around him happy, but for once in his goddamn life, I want him to pick something that makeshimhappy. I want this name to be his. His choice.
I’ll love whatever he comes up with.
He pauses a moment, almost as if he’s unsure, and then softly says, “Winter.”
“Winter,” I say, letting the name roll off my tongue. “I love it.”
“Yeah?” he asks, leaning up and looking down at me. My hand moves up to cup his cheek, feeling the stubble lightly abrade my skin. “Thought because he’s a little older that it fits.”
“It fucking fits, Grey,” I tell him softly.
His hand travels up my neck and weaves through the hair at my temple. My entire body breaks out in goosebumps. I haven’t had him in hours and I am dying for it.
We spent the afternoon buying what we needed for Winter and then came back to the trailer and gave him a shower. Winter just sat there calmly, letting the water wash over him, his tail thumping against the floor, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Now he’s sleeping on a makeshift doggie bed on the floor in the other room, snoring loudly.
For being a stray, he’s ridiculously well-behaved.
“Think we can fuck without waking Winter up?” I ask softly, leaning up and pressing my lips to his.
Grey’s entire body trembles, just as eager for it as me.
“Can you be quiet?” I ask, my hand sliding to his mouth and pushing two fingers inside. I feel his warm, wet heat surround me and my cock aches thinking of those lips around it—how he looks on his knees.
