“Bugger…Fuck a duck, Bruce!” she cries as he pounces on top of her until she’s forced back on her arms. He laps happily at her face, shoving his nose into her neck. “You vile monster. I’m getting you in classes. I mean it. You’ve pushed me for the last time!”
I chuckle quietly, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorway to watch her. She’s dressed in a tiny pair of black spandex shorts and a loose white tank. My dick stirs when she stands up and turns and I get a full frontal glimpse of her. A crystal clear outline of a pair of pert pink nipples shows through the wet front of her tank. She starts giggling as Bruce begins licking water off her leg. “Stop buttering me up, beast. It won’t work.”
My eyes twinkle at her with an affection I feel everywhere in my body. “You know you’re not fooling anyone,” I say from the doorway and she jumps, her blue eyes flying up to me in surprise.
“What do you mean?” She awkwardly tugs her wet top away from her breasts. Her blonde locks are hastily scraped up into a high ponytail in that “I just rolled out of bed” way.
“You can call him all the ghastly names in the book, but it doesn’t take a mind reader to know how much that beast means to you.”
“Well, don’t tell him.” She leans over and covers his ears and whispers, “If he thinks I like him, he’ll be even more of an arse.”
I chuckle and stride out onto the patio, flopping down on one of the white lounger chairs, absently realising this is the most comfortable I’ve ever felt around a woman the morning after sleeping together. Or not sleeping together I guess you’d say.
“Where did you get Bruce?” I ask, propping my hands behind my head and squinting up at her. “I’d envision you as more of a Cavalier King Charles spaniel type of bird…or maybe a pug.”
Vi’s eyes trail from my face, to my bare chest, to my unbuttoned trousers where my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs are revealed. Finally, she looks up at me, shaking her head and answers, “Sort of a favour to an old neighbour. She passed away last year and the family couldn’t take care of him, so I offered. She was a huge Batman fanatic, so technically his full name is Bruce Wayne.”
I half smile. “What a great name for a dog. Does he have super powers? Aside from the ferocious tackling and licking?”
“If by super powers you’re referring to giant-sized craps, then yes, he is powerful,” she huffs a laugh and drops down on the seat next to me, mindlessly pulling her shirt away from her to dry.
I scrunch my nose up. “Oh Bunny, you always manage to surprise me.”
“What on earth is with the bunny nickname?” She pauses her action to place her hands on her hips. “Is it a term of endearment? Or shall I start calling you the schoolyard bully?”
“It’s a compliment,” I chuckle. “You like to stamp your foot when you’re frustrated…like a bunny…and I find it sexy as fuck.”
She raises her eyebrows with excitement. “I can’t decide if I find that creepy or charming.”
I chuckle good-naturedly. “I do my best to walk the line in all things creepy and charming. Like right now, I’m not even staring at your sexy nipples that are showing off clear as day through your tank top. Never mind, I lied. Now I am.”
Her eyes turn to saucers and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Shit, I had forgotten.”
“No need to be shy now. I became well acquainted with your nipples last night if you recall.” I waggle my eyebrows at her suggestively.
Her eyes narrow. “Are you this cheeky to all your girls?”
I cock my head at her in surprise. “Are you my girl?” I’m not asking because I’m shocked. I’m asking out of genuine curiosity. I want her to be my girl with every fibre in my body. But there’s a layer of me that wants to repel away from her and everything she represents to me.
She swallows hard. “I didn’t mean…‘Course I wasn’t inferring…We’ve just started—”
“Look, Vi. I’ll stop you right there,” I start, twisting so my feet are back on the ground and we’re facing knee to knee. “I need to talk to you before we go any further with whatever this is. I’d rather just be open and honest about my past, which, surprisingly, comes rather natural for me when I’m talking to you.”
“Surprisingly?” she asks just as Bruce trots over to her for a fondle. She mindlessly pets him while looking intently at me.
“I don’t know if it’s therapy that’s changed me or you specifically, but I never liked sharing things about myself. I never did it, as a matter of fact…ever. I just kept things bottled up. Even with Reyna, whom I considered my best friend back then. She knew relatively nothing about me.”