Page 58 of The Wiener Across the Way

“You want to see bossy, baby?” I picked her up and quite literally tossed her onto the bed. I should have grabbed the blanket and covered her up, but I couldn’t resist covering her with my body instead. She squealed and giggled and wiggled, and though I liked to see a little fight coming back into her, the more she squirmed, the more I wanted to keep her right where she was. “Because I can be bossy.”

A soft blush rose up her cheeks and damn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. “Don’t you get up from this bed, my little songbird, until I tell you that you can. Understand?”

“And what happens if I do?” She was being bratty and prickly, and testing me to see if I was going to keep my promises. I always did.

I pulled one of her hands out from between us and pressed it over her head and into the soft pillow, then the other, to see how she reacted to giving up some of her control. The way her eyes dilated and her breathing went all ragged, she liked this. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it. “I promise you’re going to be a lot happier if you do as you’re told.”

“I can’t do nothing. I told you that. I don’t think I even know how to relax. I don’t want to just lay around in bed all day.” With that last sentence her eyes flashed, going wide for a second as she realized what lying in bed all day implied.

“I promise you won’t be bored.” And to prove it, I lowered my mouth to hers and I kissed her. I kissed her like it was the only thing I’d ever wanted in my entire life. I kissed her to show her that there was nothing fake about the way I felt about her.

This kiss was nothing like the one in her hotel a few days ago. That had been a little promise of what could be. This was fire. She moaned into my mouth and opened for me almost instantly. There was no teasing, no testing, only taking and giving all the pent up tension that had been building between us from the very beginning.

I swept my tongue over hers, tasting her, wanting and needing so much more. I might have her pinned down to the bed, but she was no passive woman I could control. Kelsey sucked my bottom lip in between her teeth and then soothed the sting with a soft pass of her tongue. She dueled with my tongue to see who got to taste more and pushed against my grip on her arms until I finally relented and let her free.

She immediately pushed her hands into my hair and gripped the strands, holding me right where she wanted me. Fuck, I was going to lose myself in her, and I wanted that, wanted it so much it hurt.

But I didn’t bring her up here to fuck her.

Did I?

No.

Fuck.

I tore my mouth from hers but couldn’t quite talk myself into breaking the contact entirely yet. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and kissed and nibbled my way up her throat, to her ear. Then I whispered to her, “I told you we wouldn’t be bored, sweetheart.”

Before things could get completely out of hand, I rolled off the bed and stood at the foot, staring down at the way her hair was splayed across the pillows, how her mouth was swollen from my kisses, and the gorgeous flush across her cheeks and neck. There would be no resisting her like this, and she and I both knew it.

“I’m..., yeah, that wasn’t boring.” She touched her lips and looked up at me with bedroom eyes that were going to kill me. My dick was screaming at me to crawl back into that bed with her and make her forget the rest of the world existed outside of the two of us.

But my heart wanted more than that. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted her love even more. And that’s why I turned around and went back to putting away the groceries. She needed to know I was serious about taking care of her, not just trying to get laid.

I’d take care of her every want and need. Not just my own.

Pooh raced in through the door yapping and wagging her tail. She ran in and out of my legs and then jumped up on the bed, wiggling and waggling all over Kelsey. She laughed and let herdog run roughshod all over her. “You’re not bored either, are you poo-poo? I think you like the fresh air and room to roam, don’t you?”

“Since I’m not going to get you to take a nap, let’s take her on a little walk. get some of that fresh air into you.”

Kelsey raised an eyebrow, and I saw that look that said if I got back into bed with her, she’d stay there. “I thought you wanted me to rest.”

Oh god, was that an invitation or what? Nope. Not taking the bait. Instead I was going to romance her. I grabbed the picnic basket that I’d requested Hayes grab from one of those posh places in Aspen, and a blanket.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this.” I handed her Pooh’s leash and tipped my head toward the door. “Come on, girls. Nature awaits you.”

The walk to the lake was a leisurely stroll. This little cabin of my mom’s was originally built as a fishing cabin specifically. And we were the only people with access to this piece of land, so it remained as untouched as the day she bought it.

Kelsey’s cheeks were pink again, but this time because of the sunshine, crisp autumn air, and the exercise. She already seemed to breathe easier, her steps lighter amidst the rustling leaves and birdsong.

I knew just the spot to take her to. The lake was surrounded by blue spruce and ponderosas, and we had a really nice grove of quaking aspens. But there was one old Douglas fir that was as big as the Christmas tree in Rockefeller center, and we’d had plenty of picnics under its shade for the first ten years of my life. There were a lot of fun memories up here and I wanted to share at least a few of them with Kelsey.

Because I wanted her to feel like family.

I wanted her to be family.

Mine.

I wanted Kelsey to be my family.

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