Looking down at the bed, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought back to the night I was in here with Ryn. Adjusting my growing dick, I dropped my head back and moaned. I just wanted her here with me.
“It’s about time we picked up where we left off.”
Spinning around, I took a step back. “Holy fucking shit! Angela, what in the hell are you doing?”
Angela stood before me completely naked. She must have followed me into the bedroom and just stripped out of her clothes. They were piled at her feet as she moved her hands up and down her body. “I’ve been trying to be patient, Tristan. But I want that dick buried deep in my pussy.”
Turning, I said, “Get dressed, Angela, it’s not going to happen. I need you to get dressed and to leave. Now.”
“Ahh, come on now, cowboy. Tell me you weren’t adjusting that big thick dick because you were thinking of me?”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I quickly made my way over to Angela. She smiled and bit down on her lip. Walking up to her, she whispered, “Yes, I knew you wanted me, Tristan.”
Reaching down, I scoped up her clothes and pushed them into her. Taking her by the arm, I led her out of the room and through the shop.
“Tristan! What are you doing? I thought you brought me here to fuck me.”
Walking toward the door I let out a gruff laugh. “I don’t know what in the hell gave you that impression, Angela. I’ve never once led you on. Besides, I have a girlfriend whom I love very much and will be here any day. She is who I want to bury my dick in. No one else.”
Stopping by the front door, I turned away from her. “Please get dressed and leave.”
Hearing her huff and puff while she got dressed, I waited before I turned around. The door to the shop opened and quickly slammed shut. Slowly turning around, I let out the breath I had been holding. My hands pushed through my hair and I closed my eyes.
“Ryn, baby, I need you here.”
Pulling up to the house, Chris and I got out of the Jeep. “Can you come in for a few minutes? I want to talk to you about the party I want to throw for Ryn.”
Giving me a smile, Chris slapped my back. “Sure. You know I’m down for any kind of party.”
As we headed into the house, I pulled out my phone. I hadn’t heard from Ryn in over five hours. She had told me she would be in a meeting today and wasn’t sure how long it would last. It was nearing five and I figured I’d be hearing from her soon.
Stepping into the house I inhaled a deep breath. “Son-of-a-bitch, that smells good,” I said making my way to the kitchen. Mom and Dad were both in the kitchen cooking. I couldn’t help but smile looking at my dad in an apron that said, “I’m the cook’s sidekick.” As much as my father loved to work, having the heart attack changed him in so many ways. He gave up control of the ranch easier than we would have ever dreamed. The first few weeks it was a hard adjustment for him, but now he was happier than I had seen him in years. He and Mom were planning on taking a cruise in March, and my mother was beyond thrilled.
Looking at Chris, he was smiling with a wide grin. “What’s cooking, Mr. and Mrs. Williams?”
Mom turned and gave Chris a big smile. “Christopher! It’s so wonderful to see you and don’t you dare call me, Mrs. Williams. Tristan said you would be here today. Come, come. I remember how much you loved tasting my homemade sauce.”
I hadn’t seen Chris move that fast in a long time. Before I knew it, he was making homemade pasta and I was cutting everything up for a salad. I couldn’t remember the last time I stood in my mother’s kitchen and had so much fun. The only thing missing was Ryn, Lark, and Azurdee.
After helping my mother, Chris and I walked out onto the back porch and sat. It was a beautiful evening for it being February. The temperatures were in the mid-sixties and the sky was clear and filled with stars.
“So, you have everything planned and taken care of?”
Nodding my head I said, “Yep. The only thing I really need to do is get a band lined up. Ryn loves to dance and I think having someone there instead of a DJ would be better.”
“I agree. Let me ask around. One of my patient’s dad’s is in a band.”
My beer stopped at my lips and I turned to look at Chris. Tilting my head I asked, “Did you just say one of your patient’s dad’s? Wouldn’t that be the owner of the animal? You call them mom and dad?”
Chris looked at me like I had grown two heads. “Of course I do. Some of these people only have their pets. They are their kids. I’m even thinking of starting a boarding business. Doggy daycare along with boarding of both dogs and cats.”
