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“How’s the dog?” she asked.
Mrs. Dimsky had called about her thirteen year old Basset Hound not eating. She was in her seventies and lived alone not far from the clinic. Since the weather had been bad all morning, switching from rain to sleet and back, I offered to do a house call so she didn’t drive.
“He’s fine. We put him on diet food and he doesn’t like it,” I explained.
Her chin was tipped up as she looked at me. In this moment, all I saw was happiness. She’d quit the Feed and Seed and was only going to work at Wild Wild Wilderness until the last of the horseback riding tours, which was next weekend. Then she was with me full time.
She didn’t have to pay her father’s mortgage or heat or cable bill or anything else. While I paid my employees well, Taylor didn’t need the money for anything other than security.
I would take care of her now, just like I told her from the beginning and every day since. She needed something, I’d provide it. My house was her house now. Shep fixed her car, but I was consideringsomething new for her. Something with modern safety features and did better in wintry conditions. I’d get there on that, but now I was working on her applying to nursing programs for January and knowing the tuition would be paid.
Her dreams wereourdreams.
The other thing I gave her? Lots and lots of cum. Why? Because I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but also because she wanted a baby and it was my job to fill her up.
She’d been right, her period came as she’d expected. But she hadn’t gone to Molly or her personal doctor for a birth control prescription. She wanted to see what happened.
“Any more appointments this morning?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Jasper’s meeting up with his girlfriend at the Sip N’ Serv and the first afternoon appointment isn’t until one.”
I glanced at my watch. We had a little over an hour. Jasper was my vet tech and he was hot and heavy with Kayleen, so he wasn’t gonna come back until he had to. That meant–
“Good. You’re mine, red.”
Her eyes widened and her smile broadened.
“Oh yeah?” she asked.
I crooked my finger and she stood, came around the counter.
I took her in my arms and kissed her. This. This was why I wanted her working here. I could kiss her anytime I wanted. I could fuck her over lunch.
“My cum still making your panties all wet?”
She flushed, because we’d had a quickie on the kitchen counter before we left the house this morning. On the ride into town, she’d told me how wet her panties were.
She nodded, looked up at me through her auburn lashes, easily getting into this little game we played called–I’m-gonna-fuck-my-baby-into-you. “I might need more, though.”
“That’s what I thought,” I replied. I took her hand tugged her down the hall to my office, reminiscent of the first time I met her at The Roadside and I’d led her out the back door of the place. “Know how animals fuck, red?”
I shut my office door, flipped the lock. She looked up at me with such eagerness. She bit her lip, shook her head.
“Bend over my desk and I’ll show you.”
She spun around, went to my desk and did as I said.
Then I went to her, not taking another secondaway from my hands on her, and tugged down her pants. “Hurry,” she murmured, dropping so her upper body was pressed to the hard surface.
I had my dick out in record time, then stepped close and thrust deep. Not only because we didn’t have tons of time, but because I couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed.
“Cam,” she moaned.
Here, inside her. Perfect. Home. Wherever she was, I was home. Whenever I was balls deep, it was home.
She was my person. My place. And soon, since we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, we’d be a family.
