Persuading Him (8 page)

I decided to help make her dream come true.  I put up the money and we got started.  K&A K-9 was one of the top dog centers around.  Currently five dogs were in the rehab process, we had a slew of full-time dogs that came to daycare during the week, and so many classes it made my head spin.

If you hadn’t already guessed it, I was more of a silent partner.  No major decision was made without me and every time Aubrey came up with a new idea I knew I’d be writing a check.  Which was fine, because what she was doing was amazing.  She was like a dog genius.  People flocked to her, including the crew of trainers and groomers she’d hired.  I didn’t mind not being involved in the daily work, I preferred it actually.

Today, since I wasn’t with my pilot, I decided to go into town and see how business was going.  I took the Jeep on the off chance that she needed me to run errands or pick up a stray dog or something.  Before leaving I made sure I didn’t look like a slob since it was daylight and the photogs would be outside.

Kara texted that morning to tell me how she was being flooded with people interested in my personal life.  Why she bothered to tell me I didn’t know.  I simply texted her back with a ‘Keep up the good work!’ and attached an emoji of some sort.  Didn’t care, didn’t want to deal, just wanted to be left alone.  Same ole story, different fucking day.

Reaching the end of my driveway, I decided to cup my hand and wave like a queen to the paparazzi that had decided to show.  Smile and wave, smile and wave.  All done while muttering various curse words to them between my clenched teeth.  I hated that they were blocking my exit so they could yell their questions at me and take pictures.

What got me was that I’d be far more open to sitting down and doing a personal interview than being hounded, feeling like a prisoner in my own home.  Shit, I couldn’t even leave to get milk without a big deal being made.  I was just a regular person.  Who gave a shit that I had more money?  I donated a lot of it and did charity work.  I was a good person.

Ten minutes later I parked behind our oasis and found Aubrey playing in the huge fenced yard with a bunch of the big guys.  You know, big dogs, ones that would trample the smaller dogs if they all played together.  We kept their play time separate.

She ran to the gate to let me in, beaming at me.  I loved how she was always smiling.  She was the perfect face for our business.  Dogs flocked to me when I stepped inside, some jumping while others were content to sniff me and leave.

“Kasi,” Aubrey exclaimed, hugging me.  “How have you been?  You should’ve called.  I would have broken away for lunch or something.”

“Oh you know, keeping busy.  I figured I’d come down and say hi.”

Laughing she said, “So I’ve seen in every newspaper out there.”

We chatted for a bit while the dogs ran around having a good time.  My eyes scanned the yard and I saw a beautiful black and tan German Shepherd.  “He’s gorgeous.  Who does he belong to?”

“No one.  He was at the shelter, but they were having difficulty getting near him.  They called and I picked him up.  He does really well out here with the other dogs and even with us, but once you put him in a kennel run he tends to shy away.”

“Okay.”  Something must have happened to him to behave that way.  Poor thing.

I missed having a dog.  Growing up we always had a large breed, but once I moved away I decided against getting one.  I traveled so much that I worried about boarding a dog.

Aubrey elbowed me in arm.  “Go pet him.  He’s really sweet.”

She was always trying to get me to bring one home.  Kept telling me this way I wouldn’t be lonely.  I knew one day she was going to get to me and I would end up bringing a dog home, but didn’t think today would be that day.

There was something about this Shepherd that drew me to him though.  She told me the vet and the shelter both guessed he was around two years old.

“What’s his name?”

“Ace.”

Walking along the perimeter of the fence, I patted every dog that came to me.  We had all kinds of breeds.  Border Collies, Labradors, Goldens, Pit Bulls, Rottweilers, you name it, we had one at some point.

When I got closer to the Shepherd he started walking toward me.  He was really sweet.  Rubbing up against me, pushing his face into my legs, even trying to lick me.  Aubrey came up beside me and said that he hadn’t behaved that way to any of the other workers, including her.  They could pet him, but he wasn’t overly friendly.  He seemed to favor being with the dogs more than people.

Looked like I had a dog now.  Took all of sixty seconds for him to get to me.  He wouldn’t be kept in a cage at my house.  I had twenty acres fully fenced yard for him to run around.  The fence cost as much as the house.  Kidding.  Kind of.  It was a price I was happy to pay for privacy.

I did make a deal with Aubrey if I took him she had to board him and watch him for me when I traveled.  Not in a run all of the time, but out playing with other dogs.  She agreed and now Ace and I were in my Jeep on our way to the pet store to pick up the doggie essentials.  We also stopped at the shelter so I could fill out all of the necessary paperwork to officially adopt him.

When we pulled up to the gate at my house Ace went to work barking at the paparazzi.  I had the back window down a little for the drive and it allowed him to get his mouth out and bare his teeth at them.  Some of them jumped back not expecting me to have a dog in the car.  I liked him more and more with every passing second.

Ace jumped out as soon as the Jeep door was open.  I didn’t know how well trained he was, but Aubrey mentioned they taught him basic commands and he was very food driven.  He went to work inspecting the land while I dragged the gigantic bag of over-priced dog food into the house.  I got him a very nice bed and set it up in the corner of my living room.

“Ace!”  I wanted him to come inside.  Hopefully he wouldn’t piss on my floor.  She said he was good about that, but living in a shelter you never knew.  He came bounding in, leaping at me, wanting to play.  Thankfully, he had been neutered and given all of his shots at the shelter.  Less I had to worry about.

On the way home I realized the irony in his name being Ace and me dating a pilot.  Gotta love how the universe works.

I spoke to Radek that night.  He would be back in a couple of days, but then had to go right back out for another customer.  All in all I wouldn’t see him for seven days.  My body would be humming with need by the time he returned.

Over the course of the next week I made sure to stay busy.  Ace became my buddy, following me everywhere.  He refused to sleep in the living room, but instead wanted to be on my bed.  Nope, not happening.  I did compromise by bringing his bed upstairs and placing it at the foot of my bed.  He seemed to like that.  Not one accident yet, knock on wood.

Kara called me the day after I brought him home to tell me they were reporting that Kasi Markson bought a viscous guard dog to scare away the media.  Idiots.  I got a dog because one of my friends made me feel guilty and I felt a connection with him.  I couldn’t resist those big brown dog eyes!

Ace had been good for me in more ways than one.  He got me out of the house.  We went on daily hikes through my woods, stopped by to see Aubrey a couple of times so he could play with the other dogs, and I took him into town to walk around.  I liked that he kept the media away from the fence, but at the same time I didn’t want people to think I was training my dog to attack.  By walking him around town I showed just how sweet he was.  He let everyone pet him.  At one point he even laid down on the sidewalk so that a little boy could scratch his head.  That picture made it into the paper as well.  That was what they got for saying my dog was mean.  There was a difference between mean and protective.

I knew not all paparazzi were bad and they were just trying to do their job.  I only wished they did it with more respect of my life and space.  We could all coexist well if they only were more polite and respected my boundaries.

One more day and my pilot would be back.  He said he was going to go home quick to shower and change.  I made sure to tell him to pack a bag for the week.  He said he was free and didn’t have any more work until the end of the month.

I couldn’t wait to see him again.  While he was gone I realized I missed more than his cock, talented hands, and tongue.  I missed him.  My mind began to whirl with all that I needed to do before he got there.  I was going to be a busy girl.

The only hesitation I had left was if Ace would like him.  I had to make sure I introduced them right so my new protector didn’t get aggressive toward my man.  Hopefully they would both get along well.

~ 11 ~

Radek was on his way to my house.  I was so damn excited!  If someone would have told me a week ago I would have missed him as much as I did I would have said they had lost their fucking mind.  My nerves had kicked in and I was starting to sweat.  If that wasn’t sexy I didn’t know what was.  At least I chose to wear a light, loose tank and shorts.  Less likely to see me sweat.

He pressed the intercom button on the gate and his voice made me tremble with need.  The second I heard his truck stop and the engine shut off I ran out of the door, making sure to close it behind me.  He hopped down from his truck just in time to catch me when I leapt into his arms.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.  Relief flooded through me.  I was worried it was one-sided.

He kissed me deep and tender.  We were pawing at each other.  There was no time to go inside.  I wouldn’t make it that long.  Fortunately, his truck had a back seat.  He must have read my mind, because he opened the back door, pulled my shorts and panties off, and lifted me inside.

“On your back and spread those gorgeous legs for me.”

While I was getting myself into position he took off his clothes.  He pulled himself up and I had a perfect view of his chest, abs, and arms.  His arms flexed, muscles moving, as he climbed inside and on top of me.  Hello, Mr. Cole.  I forgot how delectable you were.

With one finger he tested my wetness only to find me more than ready.  “No foreplay,” I said.  “I can’t wait.”

His response was to slide into me, but not hard, more like he was holding back.  “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“As long as you get me off I don’t care how long you take.  Just move.”

Keeping his arms straight, he hovered above me, pushing in deep and pulling out slow.  He repeated this a few times, but it wasn’t enough for me.  I pushed myself up and told him to sit in the seat.  Straddling his lap, I took control.  Using the muscles in my legs, I bounced up and down on him.  With every drop I took all of him.  I couldn’t seem to move fast enough though.

Radek’s mouth was on my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple.  “Bite me,” I told him.

The second his teeth bit into my delicate skin I came undone.  “Holy shit,” I screamed.  I was vaguely aware through my shuddering body that he had regained control.  His hands were on my ass lifting me, moving me at the pace he wanted.  One last slam down on top of him and he bit into my neck when he came.  I didn’t care that he would leave a mark on me.  I’m sure he did it intentionally and I couldn’t give a damn.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone,” he asked.

“No.”  I easily said that with all honesty.  My body craved it horribly, but I resisted.

“Good.  I didn’t either.”  His statement made me very happy.

I moved and the result of our encounter slid down my leg.  He used his discarded shirt to clean me off.  The feeling of the bunched up fabric against my clit made me moan.  I was ready to go again.  My pilot removed the shirt and bent to replace it with his mouth.  My eyes closed and I sagged against the seat.  I loved that he didn’t care and was also tasting himself mixed in with me.  It was very erotic.

His strong hands parted my legs as far as they would go, giving him access to every part of me.  One finger dipped inside, but didn’t stay there.  He moved it to my ass, gently working it inside.  The feeling was almost more than I could take.  A second finger nudged into my small hole.  He pumped them in and out at a leisurely pace.

My mind was a jumbled mess.  Too many different sensations were running through me at once.  His tongue dipped inside of my pussy, inducing a guttural moan from my lips.  My fingers reached for his head, pulling him against me.  Dragging his tongue up, he went back to work on my clit.

His fingers continued to move in my ass with a little more force.  I could feel him stretching me, it was pleasure mixed with pain.  The hand he had resting on my thigh slid down to my core.  Two fingers were inserted.  My hips bucked from the feeling.  It was almost more than I could tolerate.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly keep going, my orgasm tore through me.  I screamed his name loudly, not caring if the sound traveled.  No one had ever made me feel the kind of bliss Radek had.  I didn’t care who knew it.  He should get a medal for his sexual skills.

I was left a weak mess.  Tears formed in my eyes and I was helpless to stop them.  My pilot noticed and lifted me up, placing me on his lap.  He rocked me gently in his arms.

“What’s wrong, baby?  What happened?”

I couldn’t form words.  Even if I could, what would I say?  I was dangerously close to falling head over heels for him and didn’t have a clue if he even felt remotely the same.  I couldn’t tell him.  If he rejected me I would be crushed.  The feeling needed to stay buried deep for a while.

I needed to say something though.  If not, he would keep asking.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t know what came over me.”  I picked up my head to look him in the eyes.  The look of concern made me almost cry all over again, but I fought it back.  I plastered on a fake smile and said, “I’m good now.”

“Are you sure?  You know you can talk to me right?”

“I know.  Really, it was nothing.  Just a little sensory overload.  You do have a very talented tongue.”

His mouth quirked up on one side.  “I do, huh?”  I nodded and leaned in to kiss him.  Queen of distraction right there everybody.