Mad Gold (Providence Gold 2)

NineDahliaB ing had been waiting for me at the garage when I’d gotten back from my puppy purchasing trip, so that’s where he’d met the new addition to the Ferguson family. Seeing as how his bed was under my desk and he loved the guys there, I was used to being able to leave him in my office when I needed to head out for something. This time though, there was a lot of guilt and trepidation when I’d walked in and saw him lying out on my desk. How he found that comfortable, I didn’t know, but he did and when I wasn’t there, that’s where he plonked himself.

He’d taken one look at the puppy in my hands and had licked his lips like I’d brought him a chew toy. Madix had suggested that I let them meet on common ground, ie the floor, so I’d put Baileys down and let him wander around. Thankfully, the introduction had gone without me having to unclamp Bing’s jaws from around him. In fact, it was the total opposite. He’d jumped down, sniffed him, gotten into his bed and then Baileys had climbed onto his head and curled up and they’d both fallen asleep.

When we’d gotten home, I’d fed them, had a shower and laid out on my bed. I was exhausted! The weather was hot, the sun was hot, the air conditioning in the office had major issues and messed with me constantly, and I just wanted to sleep.

I was just settling in to do that now when Bing jumped up beside me and Baileys whined from the floor beside me.

Mental note to self – see if they do steps for tiny dogs to get onto the bed.

Lifting him up, I waited as he chose a spot to curl up in, before I lay back and wiggled until I found the perfect position myself. Just as I closed my eyes though, my phone beeped beside my head making me growl, getting a responding one from the tiny puppy.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to move any other part of my body aside from my arm to get it, so I didn’t lose the comfortable spot on the bed I’d only just found. Holding it in front of my face, I blinked a couple of times as I looked at the screen. I’m not gonna lie, seeing Madix’s name pop up gave me a full body shiver. Then seeing he’d attached a photo made me shiver again.

Please let it be a Mad-dicks pic!

Sadly, it wasn’t, but the photo of the little barbarian tearing into the cushion he’d been telling me about only hours ago made me chuckle.

Typing out a reply and almost dying when my phone changed couch to cock, I breathed a sigh of relief when he replied and made a joke about it.

Looking at my own dogs, I got an idea. Baileys had decided that the spot between my boobs was his bed and was out cold now, and Bing had his head on my stomach as usual. Figuring it would make a cute photo, I snapped it and hit send as quickly as I could so that I didn’t have time to overthink it. It was only when I heard the swishing noise from my phone confirming that it had sent, and then saw the word read followed by the current time, that I looked back at the photo to see what Madix would currently be looking at and winced. I had thrown on my usual sleeping attire – a cropped t-shirt I’d had since I was in high school and some baggy shorts, and none of it left much to the imagination.

Oh, shit on me. What had I done?

My heart dropped into my foot when he didn’t reply and I didn’t see the dancing bubbles that told me he was typing. Not even an emoji came through from the big, fat silverback. He wasn’t really fat or a silverback, but it was the only insult I could come up with through my embarrassment, and that was only because I’d used it so often on him too. It required no thought process to call him that, which was just as well because I wasn’t sure that my brain was capable of it at that moment, anyway.

And this is why I couldn’t have nice things. Inevitably, I screwed it up somehow. How I’d screwed it up so monumentally tonight, I didn’t know, but the chatty Cathy from moments before was now gone.

Turning my phone onto silent, I put it in my drawer and made myself a promise that I wouldn’t check it for an answer.

That lasted all of one-hundred-and-nine Mississippi’s, and then I gave in and had a quick look.

Nothing.

Laying back, I began to plan how my life would go as I stroked both dogs. All women do it. We meet a guy, lose the guy and then plan an awesome life without him. Mine now included chickens after the little clucker today had changed my mind about the feathered things. The animal I’d always been most scared of now featured heavily in my life plans. I would get a coop, I would get chickens, the chickens would follow me around like puppies, and I’d be the best cock mama in the history of mother cluckers. Maybe I should reword the title I was giving myself? ‘Cock mama’ sounded like I was planning a life in porn, dominating penises.