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I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “Well, he’s pretty charming and so cute with little Melody.”
Killian huffed. I wiggled underneath him
“And you’re good with Drum.”
He slapped my ass again. “Drum is a fuckin’ dog.”
I smiled. “But he’s your dog.”
“Ours.”
“No, Drum is yours, Killian. He doesn’t leave your side and looks up at you like you’re God. You take him everywhere you go and he sits on your lap when we’re on the couch.”
“Savvy, I can’t leave him here by himself while you’re at work, and I have a better lap. He’s smart.”
I secretly smiled because despite how he played it, the little black Pomeranian with tan over his eyes was Killian’s dog even if he’d adopted him for me. There’d even been a picture of him carrying Drum under his arm that went viral. He thought it was ridiculous. I thought it was the sexiest shot I’d ever seen of him.
I wanted to have it blown up and framed on our wall, but Killian wasn’t quite there yet with having pictures displayed. And maybe he wouldn’t ever be. But I didn’t need pictures. I had him.
As if knowing we were talking about him, Drum jumped up and down beside the bed. Killian reached over the side of the bed and picked him up and set him on the mattress. Drum danced around in circles then dug in the sheets and plopped down in a tiny ball closing his eyes.
I laughed, rolling my eyes.
Despite what he thought, Killian had good bits in abundance. He may not trust easily, or let others see who he really was, but those he let in, he would give his life for.
He shifted his hips so his cock rubbed up against my clit. I moaned and arched my back. “What would you prefer? I fuck you slow in your ass or hard in your pussy?”
“You’re giving me a choice?”
“No, baby. I’m doing both. I just want to know your answer.”
I dragged my teeth over my lower lip, and his eyes smoldered. “I’ll let you know.”
He growled before his mouth crashed down on mine and then he did exactly as he said.
We were a half hour late arriving at Sophia and John’s for brunch, and everyone was already sitting on the patio eating, including Matt and Mars. We apologized, and Sophia smiled, shrugging it off and saying it was no big deal while Crisis tried to get a rise out of Killian by asking why we were so late. Of course, Killian didn’t react to Crisis’s teasing while my cheeks burned.
Now, we were playing croquet and Hendricks was winning. The only rules we had were to get your ball through all the hoops first and hit the final peg.
Tear and Drum trotted out onto the grass while Crisis and Haven’s eighteen-month-old daughter, Melody, followed holding with both hands the slobbery red ball that Tear just had in his mouth.
“Angel, don’t put your fingers in your mouth after holding that,” Haven called then said to me, “She is so going to put her fingers in her mouth.”
I smiled. Melody was adorable and having just learned how to walk, she went wherever her little chubby legs could take her.
“Logan. Really?” Emily groaned. Logan’s ball had hit hers and knocked it into the garden.
He smirked. “Have you ever known me to let you win, Mouse?”
She walked over to him, her hand protectively on her bulging stomach. Then she stood on her tiptoes and whispered something to him. He placed his hand on her stomach and after a second, his eyes lit up.
Emily and Logan had married in February. A winter wedding with Clyde and Dale pulling a beautifully decorated blue-and-white sleigh that had carried Emily to the front doors of the church. Kat had been her maid of honor, with Haven and Georgie as her bridesmaids. Georgie had put blue streaks in her hair to match the blue-and-white theme.
Matt had walked Emily down the aisle as she didn’t have a father, and Matt was like a brother to her.
Logan had looked absolutely stunning in his tailored suit and blue tie and gold cuff links, but it was Killian who had stolen my breath away as he stood beside Logan as best man.
His suit had been perfectly tailored to his tall, lean stature with the same pin-striped, blue-and-white tie as Ream, Crisis, and Deck, who had stood as groomsmen. He’d been mouth-wateringly sexy and when he’d caught me staring at him, he’d winked and grinned.
I’d melted and my sex had pulsed, and then I’d had to sit there beside Crisis and Ream’s mom with wet panties while I’d watched Killian at the altar.
Ream, Matt, and Crisis took their shots and then Kat, who purposely went after Ream’s ball and smacked it off course.
Ream hooked her around the waist, lifted her off her feet and kissed her. “Oh, baby, you’re forgetting how good I am at mini-golf. This croquet shit is easy, but it’s cute you’re trying to beat me.”
