Page 7 of Mine to Possess (Veteran K9 Team #3)

Chapter Seven

Barron

I t’s been a long time since I’ve made love to a woman for hours. Even though I’ve come multiple times and she’s climaxed a cool dozen, I can’t keep my hands off her.

It’s after midnight and we’re raiding the refrigerator looking for food while Sarge watches from her bed, always ready for a snack.

Walking around this big house in a bathrobe, I’m fantasizing about what life will be like when we get back to Spring City. Betty lives in an apartment but hopes to buy a house in the spring. I’m thinking if things go well, she’ll move in with me instead, but I’m not going to tell her that.

Not yet, anyway.

I come on strong in most situations—it’s the retired Sergeant Major in me—but not typically with women. With women, I take the laid back approach, letting them come to me—although not many have over the years. Betty is different though and I know with every fiber of my being she’s the one for me.

Holy shit. Justlike Linc said.

So strong are my convictions that I no longer give a fuck that I’m old enough to be her father.

It makes me wonder though. “Betty?”

“Yeah, babe?” She flashes me a smile from the kitchen island, where she’s attempting to assemble dinner with the handful of snacks they have in the house. I guess they were planning on eating out every night, but that plan was shot to shit when the blizzard rolled in.

“Where’s your dad?”

Her smile falls. “What?”

“You’re having this girls getaway with your mom. The two of you are obviously very close, but you haven’t mentioned a dad yet.”

“That’s because there isn’t one.”

“Tell me about it?” I repeat her words from earlier.

Betty shrugs and returns to the meat and cheese plate she’s building for us. “There’s not a lot to tell. He knocked up my mom in high school and moved her to Arizona—away from their hometown in northern Utah. Within a few weeks of being born, he skipped out on her, me, and everything else.”

“Fucking bastard,” I mutter under my breath.

She giggles, hearing me loud and clear. “Yeah, he is. I looked him up when I was in high school. He moved back to their shit town in northern Utah and ended up impregnating some other girl. This time, he stayed and married her. We joke that her father must’ve owned a lot more guns than my grandfather. ”

“No stepdads?”

“Nope. My mom didn’t date while I was growing up. Honestly, it’s one reason I moved to Spring City. I’m hoping the distance will give her the freedom to find someone who will make her happy.”

“She hasn’t dated at all? In twenty-three years?” I scoff at the idea. No dating—does that also mean no sex? Is she completely tethered to and dependent upon Betty? And if so, how much is she going to hate me?

Betty walks over with the meat, cheese, and cracker plate, setting it on the table and sitting in my lap.

“My father left us with nothing and she had to bust her ass for everything we had. She wasn’t going to risk somebody coming in and taking it from us, so she never seriously dated, but she had a couple friends with benefits over the years. ”

“Do you know that for a fact?” I can’t imagine having those conversations with my mom or dad when I was a teenager. We did not discuss those topics in my home, but as a boy, it wasn’t a big deal for me. I’m sure my sister would’ve liked to have that type of open dialogue, but maybe not.

“My mom and I talk about everything. Because she was a teenage mom, she was very open with me about sexuality. She wanted to make sure I did not become a teenage mom myself. I was on birth control starting at sixteen and educated in condoms and menstrual cycles and all of that stuff long before my peers. My mom didn’t want me to be afraid of sex like she was as a kid, or think it was this forbidden thing I had to sneak around and do—like her. ”

“Your mom sounds pretty amazing. She’s going to hate me, isn’t she?”

“Not when she sees how happy I am with you.” Betty shakes her head, feeding me a cheese and sausage cracker sandwich.

Chewing absentmindedly, I slide my hand in between her thighs as she noshes on her own bite.

Without speaking a word, Betty parts her legs and grants me access. I fucking love how in tune our bodies are to each other and how she wants me as badly as I want her.

I slide the tip of my forefinger over her clit, her body jerking with the simple touch. “Are you sore?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good girl.” Grinning, I kiss her neck and slide my hand up to cup her breast. We’re both wearing bathrobes supplied by the house, so it takes nothing for me to peel open the sides and expose her puckered nipple.

“Mmmm,” I growl low in my throat, lowering my head and sucking it into my mouth.

Betty forgoes the plate of food and slides her hand into my hair, holding me against her breast. “Why does this feel so good every time?”

“Because your body was made to be my playground.” I murmur against her skin, sucking and biting, moving from one breast to the other and back again.

“I guess you’re not hungry.” She hums as I lavish attention on her.

“I’m hungry—for you.” Once again, my hand finds its way between her legs, where her pussy is wet and ready for me. “Which rooms have we had sex in already?”

At some point we decided that this was the game we will play this evening—christen every room in the house, besides her mothers.

She giggles. “Bedroom, bathroom, and living room, if you count what we did on the floor in front of the fireplace.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Then it counts.” I slide two fingers inside, her cunt dripping wet. “My bunny wants to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says in a whisper.

“Stand up and bend over the arm of the couch.” I pull my fingers out of her and help her to her feet, following her with my hands on her hips.

Betty immediately bends over with her feet shoulder width apart, arching her back and looking over her shoulder at me with a coy smile on her lips.

I flip the end of the robe up over her waist to expose her perfectly round ass, pussy lips glistening in the dim overhead lights. I can’t stop myself and drop to a squat, plunging my tongue deep into her weeping hole.

“Ahhh,” she cries out.

“Dessert,” I growl, but I doubt she can understand me with my mouth full.

Just when I think she’s close, I stand up, grab hold of my dick, line up, and thrust my hips forward—sinking balls deep into her glorious body. She’s hot and wet and fits me like a tailor-made suit.

Perfect.

I take her hard and fast this time, pumping my hips and chasing my release, which doesn’t take much. As soon as her body shakes, her cunt clamping down on me and milking me for every drop I have, I explode and fill her with my seed.

“Goddamn.” I roar, my fingers digging into her hips as I come hard again. I can’t believe I even have anything left inside of me and yet, if she turns around and says she wants more, I’m damn well going to give it to her.

Betty slumps forward on the couch, panting. “No more. I can’t take it anymore.”

I chuckle, slowly pulling back so that my cum drips out and trickles down her thigh. “Shower and bed?”

“Quick shower and no funny business.” She opens her eyes slowly and looks at me, a half-smile on her face.

I raise my hands. “The last time we were in the shower, you’re the one who attacked me.”

She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t attack you. I dropped the soap and when I bent down to pick it up, your cock was in my face. What else was I supposed to do but swallow him whole?”

“Well, then I suggest you don’t drop the soap this time.”

“I make no promises. It’s very slippery.” Betty grabs the meat and cheese plate, popping two stacks in my mouth and then turning, popping a couple in her mouth before setting the plate near the sink. “Will you turn off the fire while I run upstairs?”

“No problem.” I grab us a couple of waters and turn off the fireplace before looking out the giant bay window overlooking the ski resort.

“The snow has finally stopped falling,” I say to no one.

Knowing Colorado, it’s going to be a beautiful clear sunny blue sky day tomorrow.

The fresh powder will have people clamoring to get up top and ski their happy butts down the plush trails.

Hell, we might be some of the first people on the slopes tomorrow.

That is, we would be, but given the choice between skiing fresh powder and snuggling in bed with Betty, I’m picking Betty.

We heard from Linc and Brandi a couple hours after they got settled in the Ranger station, but that was a good eight hours ago and I haven’t heard from him since. I know if he was in trouble, he would radio. Frankly, we’ve been too busy to give them much thought.

I wonder if he’s treating my future mother-in-law well, or is he being a dirty dog like I know he can be?

Fuck. Part of me wants to call him and tell him to keep his shit in his pants, but at this point, it’s probably too late.

If anything could happen between them, it’s already happened.

Double fuck.

I climbed the stairs to find Betty brushing her teeth, her eyes wary.

“You really are tired, aren’t you?”

She nods, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing her mouth. “I have hit a wall and I’m exhausted.”

I offer her my hand. “Come on. Time for bed.”

I tuck her in, kissing her lips gently. “I’m going to clean up and then I’ll slip into bed beside you. Can you sleep while I hold you?”

She snuggles with a pillow and scoots her butt towards the middle of the mattress. “I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

“Good girl.”

Returning downstairs, I find Sarge waiting for me at the base of the stairs. She’s been super patient with us today, letting me pleasure Betty whenever and however I want without cock-blocking me. A total one-eighty from how she acted as a puppy.

Sarge, as an eighteen-month-old puppy, was the number one cock-blocker in my unit. She was possessive of all of us, but especially me, and if a woman came around, she’d find a way to be the center of attention.

I grab her bed and raise my eyebrow. “Can you carry your old body up the stairs one more time, or do you need me to carry you?”

She’s already climbed them twice today, which is two more times than I think she would’ve preferred. She sighs—or whatever a dog does that seems like a sigh—and sits down on her haunches as her answer.

“Crap. I guess I’m carrying you.”

I get her settled in the bedroom in front of the fire, which we have set to low.

I love my girl. She’s been the only constant in my life for the last twelve years, but I know her days are numbered.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get another year or two with her, but sometimes I worry it’s only going to be months.

The stress of wondering what I’m going to do once she’s gone has weighed on me for a while.

In actuality, today is the first day the idea has not consumed me, my future looking bright now that I’ve met Betty.

Love is a crazy thing.

I know I’m in love by the gut-churning turmoil settling in my stomach.

Too far gone to protect my heart, I now have to play this out and see where we end up.

It’s going to hurt one way or another, so all I can do is give her my love and affection—not through words, but through actions.

If it’s what she’s looking for, it’ll all work out.

I have to believe that.

Sarge lies down in her bed and I sit beside her for a second, stroking her fur. I can hear Betty’s breathing, slow and even, which leaves me to believe that she’s fast asleep.

Quietly, I whisper to my dog—my confidante, my best friend. “What do you think, Sarge? Can she come home with us? Can she live with us? Do you think she’s the one?”

Sarge nuzzles my hand and then licks my fingers as if to say yes.

“I think so too.”

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I crawl into bed next to Betty, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. Everything about her at this moment feels right. My spirit is so settled, I fall instantly to sleep.