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He grasped my cock.
My eyes shot open to meet his gaze.
He cocked an eyebrow.
Mutely, I nodded.
Five tugs later and I shot my load into the hot spray. I sagged against him, even as I pondered over how pruny we’d be when we got out of the shower.
He nipped at my ear. “That was the hottest thing ever. Well, except fucking you in my bed last night. That was pretty spectacular as well.”
I grinned. Then I nipped his stubbled jaw. “For me too.”
“Do you want me to shave, or are we good to go as is?”
I stroked his chin. “Whatever you want.”
“But…?”
“Well—”You need to be honest with him.“I kind of like you shaved. All that smooth skin.”
He grinned against my cheek. “You sort clothes and I’ll shave. If you stay naked in here with me, then it’ll be more like brunch by the time we show up.”
Chapter Fourteen
Cody
“Ithink you need a puppy name.”
We were walking along the main drag in Mission City toward Fifties. The sun shone brilliantly as we made our way down the hill—hand-in-hand. The little flecks of gray in Lorcan’s hair stood out vividly in the light. I thought he’d never looked more handsome. Or more adorable.
The climb back up the hill would be a bitch, but we’d manage. Everything I’d seen of Lorcan so far assured me that he could handle just about anything physical life might throw at him.
“Unless you already have a puppy name picked out.”
“Uh. No. I’ve never…” He continued to gaze toward the river which separated our town from Abbotsford with a long bridge across the mighty waters. He drew in a deep breath. “I think I’d like that.”
“Great. Now, do you want to choose a name? Do you have something in mind?”
“Nope. Not a clue. This is all new to me. I mean, I’ve wanted—” He swallowed and continued not to meet my gaze.
My instinct was to stop us and turn him so he faced me. He knew he had that option and he wasn’t taking it—I had to respect that.
I squeezed his hand. “Cheddar and Buttercup were there the other night. And I have a friend named Sparky. Which is hilarious because he’s the most genteel man you’ll ever meet. Put a tail, ears, and paws on him and he’s a puppy through and through.
“How old is he?”
“About forty-six. Or so.”
Lorcan stopped abruptly.
This time, I turned him to face me. “Pups don’t have an expiration date. As long as you’re a puppy in your heart—” I pressed my hand to his chest. “—then you’ll be a puppy to me. Age doesn’t matter to me. I’d thought I’d made that pretty clear by now.”
“Well…” He scrunched his nose. “You make it sound so easy.”
“In some ways, it is. I want to be a handler, and you want to be a puppy. The rest is just logistics. I also want you in my bed and, more importantly, my life. That’s more complicated.”
“That’s true.” He tipped his chin up so he could meet my gaze. “I want those things too.” He grasped my hand where it still lay above his heart. “You give me hope, Cody. It’s a long time since I’ve felt that.”
