Page 72 of Score on You

An urgency seems to consume us. Callie rises onto the balls of her feet to get closer. The palm I had at the dip in her back lowers. She arches into me when I grip her ass. A feverish rush floods downward through my veins and sends me reeling. The mewls spilling from Callie confirm she’s just as eager.

She bumps her hips into mine and nudges my dick in the process. There’s no mistaking my arousal that’s excited to greet her. Rather than shy away, she rubs herself against me. I’m shot with a feral dose of pleasure. The layers of clothes between us become insignificant.

Static streaks over me as if her skin is touching mine. My cock twitches and I thrust to alleviate the throb. She must sense the shift in my mood, whimpering for more. I swallow her pleasure while feeding her my own. We get swept away in each other for several blissful moments.

Claws clicking on tiled floor interrupt our fiery passion. Callie is the one to pull away and I muffle a protest. Her giggle might as well be foreplay for how hard the sound gets me. But we’re practically on display for Main Street. It’s probably in our best interest to move this make out session to a more discreet location.

Before doing so, I cast my gaze to the dog circling Callie’s legs. “Who’s this?”

“The doodle puppy I told you about.” She scoops him into her arms, immediately nuzzling into his fur. “Meet Walter.”

“He’s… cute.” In a cockblocking sort of way.

“And the fluffiest puffball. You’re irresistible, aren’t you?” Her laughter rises several octaves when the pooch begins licking her face. “He’s very friendly.”

“I can see that.” The mutt pins me with a smug look that I can easily decipher.Lucky little shit.I find a good spot to scratch behind his ear to form a truce.

“We’re practically inseparable during my shifts.” As if she has to tell me. Their bond is evident.

Which prods at my curiosity. “Why haven’t you claimed him as yours yet? Isn’t he up for grabs?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that. Mostly because the owner hadn’t committed to putting him up for adoption.”

I quirk a brow. “Past tense?”

Callie bobs her head. “She just confirmed this morning that Walter can’t move into her new apartment.”

“Does that mean you’re allowed to take him tonight?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t see why not. You’re being extremely encouraging.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? He makes you happy. That’s my main priority. Let’s bring him home. We can stop for supplies along the way.”

Amusement twinkles in her eyes. “To your place or mine?”

“Both. Ours,” I amend.

“Ours?”

I tip her chin up for a kiss. “Haven’t you realized by now that what’s mine is yours?”

“Maybe I need a reminder,” she exhales against my mouth.

And I give her one. Gladly. Callie sags forward to accept my affection. Walter is trapped between us, but he doesn’t seem tomind fitting into the equation. The three of us are already an inseparable unit.

As if listening to my thoughts, Callie notices our position and smiles. “I think he approves.”

“Our meet cute is better than I expected.”

Her brow furrows. “Oh?”

“Couldn’t have been better.” I ruffle the curls on Walter’s head. “This smooth transition avoids the trouble I was facing of getting him out of here without you realizing he’s gone.”

“Why would you do that?”

“How else would I put him in a box on your doorstep to find?”

“You wouldn’t.” But her laughter is knowing.

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