This is Effortless (Checkmate Duet 4)

An overwhelming sensation rushes through me and I almost tell the cashier to make our food to go, but our salads arrive when I stand to change our plans. We eat, but it’s so hard to concentrate. He says all the right things all the time and I realize how much I need him. I need him physically and emotionally. As he eats and shoots me cute smiles, all I can think is how lucky I am to have him.

Once we’re done eating, he speeds home, and when we walk inside the house, I basically jump him.

“Mm,” he hums against my lips as he kisses me against the door and that’s when I feel Buddy at my feet. We stop and look down at him, then back at each other.

“The bedroom?” Drew asks, and I nod my head. Before we head that way, I stop in the kitchen and throw several treats on the floor, hoping it will occupy him.

We walk to Drew’s room and once we’re inside, he pushes me against the wall and his kisses are so greedy, I’m gasping for air. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he kisses down my stomach, unbuttons my dress pants, and slides them down along with my panties. I step out of them and kick them off and I sink into his touch as he circles my clit.

Wasting no time, Drew drops to his knees and swings my leg over his shoulder as he buries his face between my legs. His hands steady me on my hips as I allow him to take all of me. Right before I fall into the sexual euphoria that Drew’s created, there’s scratching on the other side of the door. Drew smiles against my pussy and we both try to ignore it, but Buddy starts whining a loud cry. Drew pulls away as I teeter on the edge of orgasm.

I let out a frustrated huff as Buddy’s cries get louder. “We should probably check on him to make sure he’s okay.”

“If we ignore it, will he stop doing that?” Drew asks, readjusting himself. He’s so hard that he’s basically bulging out of his pants.

“We can try.” I give him a smirk and he moves me to the bed.

As soon as Drew’s teeth pinch my nipples, Buddy begins whining and scratching at the door again.

“I’ll take him outside,” Drew says. “Maybe he needs to go.”

I sit up, realizing that’s probably the issue. “Okay, hurry back. I need you.”

Drew opens the door and Buddy bolts into the bedroom and jumps on the foot of the bed and lays down. I stand up and grab a pair of shorts from one of the many drawers I’ve taken over in Drew’s room. “Go outside. You hear that? Your new daddy is calling you.”

Drew is clapping and whistling by the back door for Buddy, but he’s not moving—not even an inch. I hear footsteps echoing toward the room and smile when Drew leans against the doorway with his arms crossed.

“I never knew a dog could be a cock-blocker. Maybe that should be his name instead.”

I laugh. “Wanna go outside?” I ask in an overly high-pitched tone. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Buddy jumps off the bed and follows me to the backdoor. I open it and he runs around, pees on every tree, sniffs along the fence, and pees once more. Once he’s finished sniffing almost every inch of the yard, he bolts past me through the dining room, down the hallway, and jumps on the end of the bed and starts digging.

“Buddy!” Drew scolds. The big ball of fur lies down, stares at us, and I’m pretty sure he’s made the decision he isn’t moving for the rest of the night.

“I can’t do it with him in here,” I tell Drew, looking at Buddy with frustration.

For the next thirty minutes, we try coaxing him with treats, food, water, outside, and nothing works. He just wants to be close to us, and eventually we give up, knowing it’s a lost cause. He’s in a new place with new people and we decide that just for tonight, we’ll allow this, but next time he may get ignored when he’s throwing a fit. We turn on the TV and watch reruns of Friends like an old married couple. It’s not the ideal ending to my night, but it’s not the worst way, either. Any time spent with Drew is a good time.

With Buddy at our feet, Drew wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to his chest. I can hear his heartbeat as he speaks. “I imagine this is what it’s going to be like when we have kids. We’ll have to figure out a way to still enjoy each other.”

It’s the first time he’s ever mentioned anything like that to me. I sit up and search his face then press my lips against his. “You want to have a family with me?”