Page 33 of Chelsea’s Knight

By this time, Corrie has joined Nick and I see the tears streaking down her face as she rushes toward me and envelops me in a backbreaking hug. “Thank you doesn’t begin to cover it. Nick’s right, we do have grants and shit to cover a lot of things, plus monies tucked back, but what y’all are doing will allow us to get more dogs trained for more folks who need them, regardless ofwhythey need them. Also, I love the TNR project idea, we have a lot of feral and semi-feral cats who are dumped off on our front stoop who would make great barn cats. We’ve been slowly working on that project as well.”

“Trust me, if we hear of anyone needing a dog, we’ll be pointing them to you guys,” I reply. “So, Patrick, will you be making a trip to Georgia to see how Smokey settles in?” I ask.

“No, several of us will make the trip,” Nick supplies. “We’ll give you a few months to get acclimated at home, then plan a visit to make sure you aren’t having any issues. We also wanna see how Koba and Ridley are doing.”

“Don’t forget Cooper,” I tease.

At that, everyone bursts into laughter, while the little dog in question looks around with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Canyon

“God, sweetness, you’re killing me,” I murmur, as she slowly moves astride me.

Her hair is still quite short, but I remember how long it was previously and the vision of her doing what she’s doing now combined with her hair trailing over the tops of my thighs as her head is bent back has me gripping her hips as I power up into her.

“Canyon, you said I could ride.”

“You are,” I reply, gritting my teeth against the tingling in my spine. “You need to get there, Chels,” I warn.

“Not sure I can go again,” she admits, her face pinkening.

Wanting to push her, I ask, “Why?”

“Because I already came on your face and fingers,” she quickly rushes out, swiveling her hips on her down slide.

I can feel her pussy fluttering, so I lightly stroke my thumb across her engorged clit, grateful my hands are large enough to span around her hips and still reach.

“You can do it, babe,” I encourage, increasing the pressure.

“Canyon,” she screams, her back arching up as she freezes in place, her pussy clamping down on my dick hard enough to force my release to erupt from my balls.

Pulling her down on top of me, I swipe her hair back from her sweaty brow then kiss her temple. “Fucking so deeply in love with you,” I whisper. “I want it all, babe.”

“What do you mean?” she quietly replies, her hand stroking my pec. It’s something she does when she’s processing whatever we’re talking about.

“You’re already my old lady, but I want you tied to me legally as well.”

“Even though physically, me having kids isn’t a good idea or recommended?” she probes.

We’ve talked this topic half to death, but I understand her fear; she doesn’t want me to chance missing out on being a father, something that makes me love her even more. Her compassion and thoughtfulness for others, for me, is astounding.

“Despite that fact and as we’ve talked endlessly about it before, should we want to have kids, we can adopt them, or hell, we can always find someone to be a surrogate for us. They could use our stuff and just carry the baby.”

Yeah, obviously, I’ve been doing some research because while I’m somewhat ambivalent about it, I know my old lady would love to be a mom, no matter how that might happen or come about.

The shocked look on her face tells me she never thought about that being an option.

“They can do that?” she breathily asks.

“If that’s what we want, sweetness.”

“Huh, well, I mean, I kind of want it to be us for a little bit, but it’s cool that we’ve got options, isn’t it?” she queries.

“Yeah, it is, Chels. Now, we’re heading back home tomorrow, are you ready to see what the club has accomplished with regard to the daycare center?”

“I can’t wait, handsome.” Her voice is sleepy sounding now that we’re both sated.

“Rest, babe. We’ve got a long trip home with two dogs thanks to Cooper adopting me,” I chuckle.

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