Page 44 of Not Just Gal Pals

After Blake had given my right ear the same electrifying treatment, she moved her hand to my breasts, caressing them. “Do you feel it here?”

“Yesss,” I managed to murmur, giddy with desire.

“I’m afraid my hands alone won’t be sufficient to cure you. Do you consent to me using my mouth?”

I nodded.

Blake deftly undid my bra, tugging it off and lifting my t-shirt up. She bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation. Oh god, that feels so good. I started moaning again.

Blake’s hand slowly made its way down my stomach to my crotch. “Do you feel it here as well?”

“Uh-huh.” She continued to tease my nipples as she slipped her hand under my sweatpants, touching me through my underwear. Fuck. The urges I was feeling were off the charts.

Over my moans, I heard a faint whimper. It didn’t sound like Blake. I opened my eyes and flinched.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Blake pulled back.

I started giggling. “Yes, sorry. That was amazing. It’s just...Walter.” I nodded behind Blake, where Walter had jumped up on the couch. He was panting heavily, his pink tongue hanging out, while he maintained intense, concerned eye contact with me.

Blake turned, breaking into laughter when she saw his expression. “Oh my god. Does he think I’m hurting you or something? The poor little guy.”

“Maybe. It could have been my moans or the fact we’re occupying his favorite spot in the house. Or because he was left alone all day, and now we’re not paying him any attention. Whatever it is, he’s clearly not happy!”

Blake shook her head, chuckling. “Walter, the sex-police dog.”

“Walter, get down. Come on, puppo.” I gestured for him to jump off the couch, but he wouldn’t budge. “Walter, get down!”

“Let’s just ignore him. He’ll probably lose interest soon. Now, where was I…” Blake leaned back down to my breasts, and I tried to focus on enjoying the sensations. But each time I opened my eyes, Walter was still standing behind Blake, staring at me intently. It was unsettling, to say the least. Even with my eyes shut, I could still sense his gaze boring into me.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t do this with him looking at me like that. It’s too creepy. Maybe we should move to my bedroom so we can lock Walter ou—”

A rattle of keys made me stop mid-word and sent my stomach sinking.

“Shit, Mom and Dad must be home early.”

We scrambled to our feet, readjusting our clothes. There wasn’t time to put my bra back on, so I stuffed it under a cushion. When Mom and Dad walked in thirty seconds later, we were both sitting awkwardly on the couch, hoping it wasn’t obvious what we’d just been up to. Good lord, it’s like I’m back in high school, trying to hide the fact I’m hooking up with Johnny Butler from my parents.

My parents, both wearing jeans, puffer jackets and beanies, stopped as soon as they saw us. Despite the unwelcome interruption, I couldn’t help but smile. They were so damn cute. Thirty-five years married, over twenty years working together, and they still absolutely adored each other. While I was enjoying spending time with Blake, that was what I wanted.

“Hello, Blake,” Mom said, a note of surprise in her voice. Mom was aware that I hadn’t been Blake’s biggest fan in the past, and I hadn’t told her about the recent developments in our relationship.

“Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Lynton,” Blake responded, her cheeks a faint shade of pink.

Mom pulled her beanie off her short blond hair, which was slowly fading to gray, and sat down next to Blake while Dad put on a pot of coffee.

While my parents and Blake made small talk, I vowed that, next time, we’d go to Blake’s house. No Walter or parents to interrupt us. And next time better happen soon, before I exploded with sexual frustration.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

BLAKE

George put a slice of lemon-blueberry cake with two forks in the middle of the table.

“Hopefully you’re not sick of this after the wedding.”

“God, no.” I took one of the forks and stabbed a piece of cake, shoving it in my mouth. “It still tastes incredible despite the fact I played no part in its baking.”

“Despite or because?” George asked, grinning.