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him. Exposed to his touch. When his fingers
found my pussy, I arched to meet him. His thumb rubbed my clit in perfect
circles until I made a soft sound. His fingers slipped inside of me, pushing
into my warmth, seeking out every secret place in my cunt that would make me
shiver in his arms like I was still cold. His lips would taste like coffee and
cinnamon. They would cover my lips and his tongue would push hard into my
mouth. His kiss would be almost angry. Possessive. Alarming. I heard a small
sound when my throat squeaked. He leaned in and I jumped like he’d burned me.
    “Earth to Ember, I said, okay?”
    “Yeah. Okay. Your dog is big. Got it.”
I sucked in a shaky breath and pushed the rest of the stuff in my head away. It
came back instantly. Showed me in detail, Lucas Crow rubbing the head of his
cock to my wet slit. I gasped and then covered poorly with a cough. I managed
to clear my mind when he pulled up in front of a small cottage. He helped me
down from his giant truck. I stumbled when my knees gave from a mix of
exhaustion and relief. Lucas steadied me, mumbled easy and helped me up
the dark walk to his house.
    The barking started half way to the
door. Big Daisy. Big dog that would love me if I gave her a treat. No big deal,
I reminded myself.
    Lucas opened the door and a blur of
black and white the size of a small person came bounding toward us. Daisy made
a sound that put my hair on end. I backpedaled, bouncing off of Lucas. I
grabbed at him with clumsy fingers, trying to find something to clutch. “Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus.” I was chanting it as if I could summon up a savior. “That’s not
a dog. That’s a horse.”
    “Oh, she’s a baby,” Lucas said but
stepped in front of me. “Daisy, heel!”
    Daisy did so but didn’t look happy
about it. I peeked out. “I don’t think she likes me.”
    “Don’t be silly. Let’s get you a treat
to give her.” He rummaged in his pocket but I couldn’t help but notice that he
stayed in front of me the whole damn time.
    * * * *
    Daisy greeted me in a super aggressive
way. It was clear the behemoth was not happy. I could tell by the way she
showed her teeth. As if to say, he’s mine, bimbo, back off. A huge
Dalmatian colored beast, Daisy had big paws, floppy ears, one blue eye and one
green. “She’s pretty, if not frightening. What is she?”
    “Part Great Dane, part Burmese
Mountain Dog and part other stuff.”
    “Part bear?”  I followed him up the
steps when he tugged my hand. Daisy followed close on my heels, hot breath
rushing over the backs of my legs. The dog was tall. Her snout probably waist
high to me. I couldn’t help but imagine what might happen to my poor spine
should Daisy decide to sink her teeth into me right above my tailbone.
    “She just wants more treats, don’t act
afraid. Trust me. You do not want to act afraid.”
    “Shh, then! Saying that makes me more
afraid.” I took the steps faster, staying right on Lucas’s heels. My own unstable
breathing didn’t distract me from noticing how nice his ass looked in faded
denim. Or how his jacket hugged his broad shoulders. What would he look like
with the jacket off? Or all his clothes.
    “…in here. I have a few that might
work. If not, I can try and pick the locks. Might be able to do it, too. I bet
I can.”
    “What?” Damn. I had to stop going off
into pornographic fugues. I was not here to get laid, I was here to…what? Hide?
    “I said, the key should be in here.”
He pulled me into what could only be his bedroom. Daisy sat at the threshold,
settling down in the doorway like the Sphinx. She seemed to be blocking all
possible escape routes. I cleared my throat, nerves making my belly tingle. The
hair on the back of my neck tingled too. My pussy was so wet and hot that I was
hyper aware of it. The whole thing made my cheeks blaze.
    I dropped onto his tall, old fashioned
bed. It sported an ornate wood headboard that dominated most of one wall.
Antique. Nice. I touched it,