Page 71 of Puppy Love

“Don’t gawk,” she chided, but with enough stiffness in her voice that he knew she was feeling shy. “You’re not the only one who feels awkward sometimes.”

“That’s not what you’ll be feeling in a minute,” he said, and swiftly unplugged his port before swabbing it down and putting it away. He paused long enough to grab a condom from his insulin kit—those zippered pouches proved handy from time to time—before stripping his own clothes.

“There is no way you’re going to fit inside,” Sophie said as he approached. As she was only halfway sitting up at the time, she was exactly on eye level with his erection—a thing his body interpreted with literal enjoyment.

“That’s what they all say, but you’d be surprised how much nature allows for—”

She squeaked. “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it! Although, um, congratulations? And it’s not nearly as purple as I’d thought.”

She followed this bit of insight with a giggle. Harrison wasn’t a vain man, but hearing a woman giggle while he was naked and about to fuck her wasn’t his customary response.

It wasSophie’s response though, and he shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Scoot over, you provoking brat. I’m coming in there to make you regret your insolence.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that. Make me regret it. Make me regret it so hard.”

She’d been correct in assuming that the two of them in a single sleeping bag would be a tight mishmash of body parts, requiring plenty of shifting and tugging and laughter. What she hadn’t realized, however, was that once he was in and the length of her naked body was pressed against his in a perfect fit, nothing else mattered. She was impossibly soft, her limbs sliding up and down his in a way that made him ache to be inside her. And he would too, but not before he took her face in his hands and kissed her—long and slow, savoring the way she squirmed and moaned with each slide of his tongue along hers.

She was a body in constant motion, a woman full of vitality and joy. And he wasn’t going to lie—the wet, searing heat of her as she wrapped first one and then the other leg around him was more temptation than any flesh-and-blood man could bear.

Before he penetrated her, however, he halted his wandering inspection of all her soft and slippery parts to cup her face. The two of them were perfectly immobile inside the sleeping bag, the only movement the rapid beat of her heart against his chest and her quick, panting breaths.

“I like you, Sophie,” he said. It was both everything and nothing and somehow the only thing he could think of to say.

A smile curved her lips, almost as though she could read his thoughts and see what he really meant. She proved it by her next words. “I know you do. It was inevitable. I warned you, remember? I’m like a goiter. A heaving, podgy pustule that grows out of your—”

Which was why he was laughing when he finally entered her. There wasn’t much in the way of room to navigate the mechanics of bam-bam, crank-crank, but some things didn’t require a ton of finesse.

Sex with Sophie was one of them. She was so inviting, so warm, that he felt at home the moment he slid into the wet heat of her. She angled her body to receive him, murmuring only once about how proud she was of nature for making it possible for even so big and wicked a man as him to fit.

“Now you’re just being mean,” he said, but he was still laughing.

“I won’t ever be mean to you,” she promised and, with an angelic look he knew was calculated to drive him crazy, added, “At least, not unless you deserve it.”

There was nothing for it after that but to give her exactly whatshedeserved, which was as good an excuse as any to flip the sleeping bag so she was lying pinned underneath him. The friction and undulations of her hips against his did most of the work, and with his body on top of hers, gravity took care of the rest.

As was the case with most things where Sophie was concerned, she made all the noise she damn well pleased as her body rocked, an orgasm shaking her. Since Bubbles might take it into her head that those sounds required investigation—and because the majority of his friends were seated only a few hundred feet away—he silenced her with a deep, penetrating kiss that echoed the slide of his cock inside her. He didn’t fully capture her scream that way, but it still felt amazing, that combination of sound and sensation entering his body at the same moment he released into hers.

He would have liked to stay that way forever, snuggled inside a sleeping bag—snuggled inside her—but the snuffling sounds from the corner picked up with an urgent whimper Harrison recognized. He might not be great at knowing when Bubbles was trying to alert him to a health hazard yet, but he’d spent enough time cleaning up puppy messes to realize that now was a good time to take a quick walk.

“Your timing is worse than a postcoital confessional,” he grumbled to the animal as he reluctantly unzipped the sleeping bag enough to slip out. At Sophie’s laugh, he turned to her with an accusing finger. “You should put that on the brochure, by the way.”

“What? That puppies have to be potty trained even when you’d rather be fucking the trainer?”

There was that word again—fucking—so incongruously hot on those sweet lips of hers. Even though his body was still reeling from his orgasm, he could feel the stirring of interest taking over again.

Especially when she laughed and added, “Sure thing, Harrison. I’ll ask Lila to put that in the next one.”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be sound asleep by the time I come back,” he said, making quick work of discarding the condom and putting enough clothes on so he wouldn’t lose any limbs to the cold. “I can’t be held accountable for my actions if you aren’t.”

She sighed with mock heaviness and pulled the sleeping bag up to her chin like a child hiding from a monster under her bed. “With threats like that, I’m not sure I’ll ever sleep again. I guess I’ll just have to pay for my sins, won’t I?”

Harrison’s response was a long, hard look that had no power to move her. As he was rapidly coming to learn, he had no power over her at all.

And to be perfectly honest, he didn’t care one bit. Pain was inevitable, loss a way of life. For now, he just wanted to enjoy Sophie for as long as he could manage to hold on.

Chapter 16