Chapter 30 Indie

Chapter 30

Indie

The clack of nails on the wood floor speed towards me when I step inside Dom’s front door. “What have you got for me today, Ronnie-girl?” Coarse fur brushes my legs while my favorite companion circles my feet, only plopping her butt on my foot after three spins in each direction. Big brown eyes look up at me expectantly, waiting for me to remove the note from the tiny pocket sewn into the firework print bandana she’s wearing.

Only Dom would turn his dog into the world’s most adorable carrier pigeon, tucking sweet notes into a handmade dog accessory that I’m sure one of his bingo ladies made for him.

“Those shorts you wore yesterday. So hot!!! Do me a favor and make sure you bend over in front of the dog cam again so I can tell you which I like better. I hope you’re ready for me tomorrow, Baby, because I’m not waiting four more days to see you.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, when my snort has Ronnie tilting her head. “Your dad is a fool.” Some of the notes have been filled with sweet concern, or dirty promises, but all of them are a reminder that he’s here for me .

Walking through the living room, I pause, Ronnie’s toys are spread out on the ground in an “X” right in front of the camera.

“An absolute fool,” I repeat, before I bend down, picking up her favorite ball from the center and standing. “Let’s go girl.” I look over my shoulder and give the camera a little smile before I straighten. My belt bag vibrates against my hip and my hand digs for my phone. I can’t stop the grin that spreads so wide it makes my cheeks hurt.

Yours:

Close call. I need a review from New York. Play it back, please?

Me:

I don’t think that’s a challengeable call.

Yours:

My game, my rules.

Me:

Aren’t you supposed to be practicing or something?

Yours:

Agua break but this was worth getting yelled at to check my phone.

Yours:

No boot?

Me:

Nope, it’s feeling much better. Still no biking or running, but I can walk on it.

Yours:

Good things happen when you follow directions.

Me:

Don’t get used to it.

Yours:

I wouldn’t dare. You going to watch me tonight ?

Me:

Maybe.

Yours:

There’ll be a quiz later.

Ronnie darts out the door in front of me heading straight for where the backyard opens up beyond the pool.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t throw as far as you’re used to.” She just thumps her tail, waiting. “Yeah, you don’t care, do you?”

My intention wasn’t to stay the night when I came over earlier, but after playing with Ronnie and going for a swim, the last thing I want to do is drive home. This couch is too comfy and being here with Ronnie, surrounded by Dom’s things, just feels right.

I’ve cut myself off from everyone for the past week to avoid dealing with all the overwhelming emotions that have been plaguing me since I decided to get tested. My lack of social life after moving has raised some suspicions, but I’m just not ready to talk about this with anyone else yet, so I’ve been blaming my hobbit tendencies on the need to focus on work.

It’s not totally a lie. The new volunteer database I’m creating for the clinic, Double Play, and Saving Paws, before the recruiting event they’re co-hosting later this year, is keeping me plenty busy.

All I want now, after all that time alone, is Dom. So instead of driving home and turning on my TV, I take the stairs up to his bedroom with a container of Chinese that I had delivered, change into one of his shirts and turn on the game, immersing myself in all of him I can get at the moment.

By the ninth inning, I’m fighting sleep and losing quickly, the soothing smell of Dom on the sheets lulling me into a relaxed state.

I vaguely recall feeling the bed dip before being wrapped up in a warm body.

“You’re here.” It’s barely a whisper, but the low rumble is like a magnet for me.

“For some stupid reason, I missed you,” I mumble, turning into his warmth.

“I missed you too, Baby. Now go back to sleep.” One kiss to my forehead and his heat behind me is all it takes for me to fall back into a peaceful sleep.

“This is so much better than waking up alone in bed,” I say sleepily, when two thick fingers lazily toy with me as the sun comes up over the mountains outside. Dom has one hand down the front of my underwear and the other cupping my breast through his shirt.

“Couldn’t agree more.” His voice is husky with sleep and desire. Goosebumps ripple across my exposed stomach and his hard cock presses into my back more persistently when his lips search for mine.

Spreading me open, he plunges one long, thick finger into me and I immediately want more. “Fuck me. Just like this,” I plead, reaching for the hem of his shirt that I’m still wearing from last night and pulling it over my head.

“That’s my girl.” He adds another finger layering hot kisses on my neck. “I love hearing you ask for my cock.”

“I need it. Please.” Reaching behind me, I pull him out of his briefs. Stroking his hard length before placing it between my already damp thighs.

“Baby, you can’t do that.” He rocks his hips, coating his length with my slickness, sounding pained by the restraint he’s using. “I want you bare. Just the idea of filling you up with my cum has me on edge.” Teeth clamp down on my shoulder, a punishment for the way I’m torturing him.

“Oh.” I gasp, when he pushes forward his head nudging my clit. “We can’t. I haven’t been on the pill long enough.”

“That’s not the detractor you think it is.”

“Wh-what?” I ask, sure I didn’t hear him right over my screaming ovaries.

“Relax, I’m not trying to knock you up. We need time to figure this out, but the idea of it is really fucking hot. You carrying our baby? Yeah, I don’t hate that at all.”

He drags his cock backward over my clit again and I lurch forward, reaching for the nightstand where he stashes his condoms.

“Condom, now,” I squeak.

“You don’t like the idea?” he asks with a laugh. I roll my lips together. “Or do you like it a little too much?”

“Let’s not gloat. Put the condom on and fuck me.”

Thankfully, he follows directions flawlessly before running out the door for practice.