Groomed For Love

I want my arms to be as broad as his own so I can grab him and hold him as tight as I need to, but at the same time, being so small under him after thinking I’m so big all my life is a thrill in itself.

Everyone’s always said I should lose weight.

Be this or be that.

With Parker, it’s like a perfect lock and key arrangement, and there’s nothing we don’t want to try once it’s clear to each of us that we’re a perfect fit.

His big to my small.

My big to the rest of the world is his perfect fit because he’s bigger than anything.

I hear myself call out. It’s too soon, but the effect he has on me, I can’t help it.

Once I get my ankles behind his ears and he fills me like never before, his manhood hitting my sweet spot.

Something I’ve only heard about, a lot like love at first sight, it was a ‘yeah right’ moment.

But no. It’s real, and we both feel it instantly.

I start to shiver and his whole body stiffens, gripping my ass with two herculean hands as he thrusts one more time deep inside me.

And it happens.

Our first time, we share it together.

The first orgasm he gave me with his mouth is still beautiful, just like a snapshot of the earth from the moon as I feel him quake inside me once I have the same experience times a thousand.

Chapter Sixteen

Parker

I know she’s mine before I walk into the bathroom. Before I even see or touch her smooth, soft skin.

Everything about having her here, in this house. Me and her with Moose.

Us.

It’s just too perfect but I know it’s real now.

This is happening.

Claiming her is an honor.

In honor of her. I worship her and she worships me in turn until we both know it’s the same thing. There’s no denying that we’re the same inside, despite all our so-called differences.

Age is just a number and everything is relative.

She’s mine and I’m hers.

There’s no distinction between us anymore once we share that climax.

Once I feel her body melt into mine and the whole world disappears.

Everything’s gone and it’s just a feeling that neither of us could ever put a word to, but at the slightest touch, we’ll remember it forever.

I don’t count how many times I tell her I love her but she replies the same with each of mine.

Collapsing onto her, she holds my weight with a purr while I’m still inside her, telling me she wants this forever.

And I already know I’ll take her up on that.

Not sure how long we lay tangled half in and half out of the sheets, but at a certain point I become aware of a familiar, very hot breath on the back of my neck.

Startled, I look up, into Naomi’s eyes and know it’s not her.

Her own look is a faraway one with a smile still glued to her lips as I kiss them one more time.

“Moose? How’d you get back in here?” I ask him, not even needing to turn over to see him standing by the side of the bed, his tongue wagging in time with his huge tail.

He’s hidden his bone and had his feast. And true to form he’s broken back inside to come challenge me to find where he’s hidden the majority of everything I’ve given him to eat, knowing full well he’ll be saving it for later.

Later. In dog, time could be weeks, and I groan a little before laughing as I remind myself again why I don’t give him treats like this but I really did just need an hour or two alone for once.

He doesn’t mind, and he seems to pick up Naomi’s pleasant mood too, letting me know he’s happy we could work out our differences.

However, it is that we humans managed to do it.

Moose has never had a girlfriend either, and I wonder if it’ll cause a problem between us on the job if Naomi is with us both full time.

It’s a fleeting thought, a professional cop thought.

The kind I can’t help but have, as much as when I record in my mind how tall someone is or where they live. What they were wearing last time I saw them.

Stuff like that.

Just mental chatter I can’t help. Like the radio that garbles for twelve hours a day every shift.

A piece of my mind I can’t help anymore.

Once a cop, always a cop.

I figure Moose is the same. Sussing things out in his own way, and like me, he’s just enjoying the downtime we both have.

He with his bone and meat. Me with the girl of my dreams.

“Hi Moose,” Naomi eventually murmurs, covering herself and responding to him, obviously waiting for her to notice him there as well.

We both chuckle and he gives us our space, seating himself down by the bed for a change, showing some real manners.