A Certain Girl by Tymber Dalton

Author:Tymber Dalton [Dalton, Tymber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781642434170
Published: 2018-09-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Rusty had never been so glad to pull into his own driveway than he was that evening. “Home sweet home.”

Eliza patted his thigh. “I’ll get the alarm shut off and walk the girls while you unload the car.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

She offered him a smile. “Good to have you home, sweetie.”

She headed inside while he unloaded his bags. As soon as he had the front door shut behind him, he locked it and toed off his shoes.

Home.

He shrugged off his blazer, dropped it onto the floor because it needed a trip to the cleaner’s anyway, and reached for his tie to loosen it, pulling it off over his head without untying it. Closing his eyes, he dropped his tie onto his jacket and started working on his shirt buttons.

He heard the back sliding glass door open. “Go get Daddy!”

Immediately accompanied by the sound of two sets of bulldog nails scrabbling on the floor, and shnurfly bulldog grunts and panting.

He opened his eyes in time to see two eager, clumsy fawn and white bulldogs charging through the living room toward him. He dropped to his knees to greet them, immediately getting slobbered. The bullydog greeting committee.

He didn’t even care.

It’s so good to be home.

Boo and Chica eagerly surrounded him, sniffing him, licking his face, their docked tails and rumps wagging, and what little irritation still remained in him from finding out about Kailey and Gerald evaporated.

Nothing bad could survive the onslaught of bullydog, woogah-woogah cheer. One of the things he desperately loved so much about them and the breed as a whole.

Eliza chuckled as she walked up to them. “I warned them I was bringing Daddy home. I don’t think they believed me. Sit!”

Rusty fought the urge to plop back onto his butt as both bulldogs’ rumps hit the floor and they looked over their shoulders at Eliza.

“Good babies.” She handed them cookies and patted their heads.

Rusty pooked out his lower lip.

“What’s the boo-boo lip for?” she asked.

“I want a cookie, Ma’am.”

As if she threw off a disguise, Eliza was gone and Ma’am was suddenly in the house. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. “You need to earn that, barbarian.”

He nearly knocked her over when he lunged for her, making her laugh as he hooked his arms around the backs of her thighs. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair for balance as his mouth latched on to her pussy and a sweet moan rolled out of her.

This.

He turned them so she could lean against the wall. Then he yanked her skirt down and off her before he shouldered her thighs wider apart for better access.

This was something else the trip had denied him for too damn long. If it was up to him, he’d start every morning eating her out and making her come. Her taste all over his face, her sweet, warm flesh in his mouth.

She was his drug, and he’d fight anyone who tried to keep him from her.

He tasted himself on her, inside her.

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