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“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” He puts his hand on my waist and squeezes it. “Anything, Katrina.”
The intensity makes my heart skip all over the place. He would run through that obstacle course any day of the week for me, wouldn’t he?
I take a deep breath. “I just need to take it slow. Like so slow that I don’t even know if I want to put an official title on it yet. We can go on dates, but talking about the future is a little too much for me right now.”
“Okay, done,” he says.
“And my job,” I say with a sigh. “You don’t have many sessions left. Maybe I can talk to my boss to see if there’s been an opening? When you made your first appointment, we were all booked up. If not, we’ll have to keep it quiet.”
“I’ll keep it quiet,” he says.
I know he will. But what if my job just punishes me instead? Or they can’t move him?
I tuck myself against JD again. I just hope it works out and we aren’t thrown another curveball again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JD
“Hey,”Kat mumbles, squirming in my arms.
We finally passed out after another two rounds, her back against my front. I haven’t slept this hard in ages. Usually my thoughts and my back pain keep me awake. But physical therapy has lessened the pain, and finally having Katrina in my arms has quieted my thoughts.
She was joking when she was talking about the obstacle course full of monsters, but I’d fucking do it if it were real.
“Hm?” I open one eye and come face to face with Bubba. He’s standing over Katrina, his nose to her temple. “Bubba, quit it.”
He steps back, but stays hovering, tail wagging.
“Oh, you’re in his spot.” I sit up on one elbow. “His pillow.”
“What?” Kat sits up. She picks up the pillow her head is on, which has a lopsided B embroidered on it. “Oh. The B. For Bubba.”
“My mom made it. You mind having him as the littlest spoon?” I ask.
“Of course not.” I hear the smile in her voice.
I put the pillow in front of her and pull the covers back. Bubba lays down, head on the pillow, and I cover him with the blanket.
“He sleeps like a human?” Kat asks with a laugh.
“Yep. He’ll steal the blankets too if you’re not careful.” I give him a pat on the side over Katrina’s hip.
“Mm.” She curls up into her pillow again. “We’ll all have to snuggle close, then.”
I don’t mind doing that at all.
But I do mind Bubba waking up at the same time as he always does, his wet nose in my ear. Usually I don’t care because I’ve slept alone in my bed the entire time I’ve lived here, but now my cock is hard and Katrina’s tits are soft in my hands.
“Bubba.” I try to wave him off, but then he tries squeezing between us. He’s eighty pounds—he’s not squeezing anywhere. “Shit. Sorry. He needs breakfast.”
“It’s okay.” Katrina stretches, the blankets exposing her body. Now I’m even more annoyed at Bubba, but then again, it’s not like he knows. He just knows he got extra cuddles.
“Be back in a second.”
I throw on shorts and go feed Bubba before letting him out into the backyard to do his business. We slept late, so I don’t blame him for waking us up. By the time I’ve cleaned up, Katrina is awake and making coffee, wearing one of my t-shirts that she grabbed from my semi-clean clothes hook in my room.
Bubba gets to her before I do.
