Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Her tail flicks back and forth, but not in that pissed-cat way. In a happy-cat way.
“I think she likes us,” I tell him.
“Smart cat.” Our hands brush against each other in the cat’s fur. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re already in love,” I answer honestly.
“I think I am too.”
My stomach flip-flops.
The cat. He’s talking about the cat. Chill out.
“Looks like we found our baby,” I tell him, and Eric gives me the biggest grin.
“We want her,” he tells the guy watching us together.
“Okay, let’s get this process going.”
There’s more paperwork to fill out, and a while later, we’re driving home with a cat carrier on Eric’s lap with our cat.
Eric’s and my cat.
That we’re going to share while he maybe lives with me for the rest of our lives.
I think it’s time to seriously figure out what the hell I’m feeling and then find out if he feels the same.
*
We spend the rest of the day loving on our cat. We still haven’t decided on a name but have tossed a few possibilities back and forth.
She’s settled in quickly, enjoying the freedom of the house after being locked away in a cage. She’s been exploring, and using the scratching post we got her—for which I said a silent thank-you because I really didn’t want my furniture to get messed up.
Eric makes dinner, and we sit on the couch with the cat between us and eat. Afterward we watch TV while I knit and our baby attacks my yarn. When I put it away, Eric cuddles against me, lost in the show, but I can’t stop my gaze from flicking to him.
I’ve never allowed myself to consider the possibility of having romantic feelings for Eric. I kept him in one box and my sexuality in another because that always felt safer. What would have happened if I hadn’t? Would I have spent my life obsessing over my best friend? Am I doing that now? The sex is already complicating things, but it’s not just that. It’s the handholding and him calling me husband; getting a cat and Eric saying we’re her daddies. Are those things fucking with my head, or are they giving me permission to see something that might have always been there?
And if it is there, is it only on my side, or does Eric feel it too?
Because he just seems like himself—fun-loving, easygoing, not taking life too seriously.
“What?” he asks, noticing I’m staring at him.
“Nothing.” I shake my head. My chest feels…weird. Fluttery and tight.
Eric is leaning against me, my arm around him. He tilts his head up and takes my mouth, his tongue swooping inside. I allow it, crave it, open up for him and let him taste me while I taste him and the room around us spins.
My dick starts to go hard as Eric maneuvers us so we’re lying with him on top. His mouth doesn’t leave mine, the kiss deepening as he ruts against me, long and hard beneath his shorts.
“I’m happy,” he says when his lips leave mine, still against my skin and traveling down my throat.
He’s happy? What does that mean? Other than the obvious, of course. “I…”
“I love our cat.”
Oh. So no deep meaning there. This is why I’m so confused. “Me too,” I answer because underneath all my what the fuck is happening, I’m also happy.
Eric nibbles at my collarbone. “I want you. I want to fuck my husband after a perfect day.”
My body arches toward him, longing for the same thing. I love being fucked, and I haven’t been with anyone since things went to shit with Malcolm. “Yes. God yes. I want that too.”
“Let’s go.” He scrambles off me, not quite as smoothly as he would have without the boot.
“Um…give me a few minutes first? I need to make sure I’m ready.”
“Yeah. Of course. I’ll get our baby settled and then meet you in bed.”
I chuckle. “Are you going to keep calling her our baby?”
“Why would I call her anything else? That’s what she is.”
I chuckle. “You’re so silly.”
“That’s why you love me,” he says, and my legs almost give out beneath me.
Chill out. He doesn’t mean like that.
“Who said I do?” I tease, tossing him a look over my shoulder.
“I know you do!” Eric calls after me.
I don’t reply, hurrying to the en suite and locking the door behind me.
I make quick work of freshening up and getting clean. I know my body fairly well—when I should be more careful and when I should be good.
Before I know it, I’m walking out of the bathroom to a naked Eric in our bed…my bed? Our bed. He smiles at me, his cock having gone soft now. He’s…so damn fine. Fuck, he’s beautiful, lean and muscular, his grin bright enough to light up the night, blue eyes so honest and kind.