Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(74)
I guide her hand to my crotch. ‘Is that ready enough for you?’
She gasps and says sternly, ‘It’s not that kind of present.’
‘Well, then it can’t be better than last night’s.’
‘Shane?’ she whispers.
‘Yes’
‘Don’t spoil it.’
I put my hands up in surrender.
She opens the door and we enter … and a male German shepherd puppy is sitting inside a large metal cage.’
‘Merry Christmas,’ she shouts.
I turn my head to look at her. ‘This is my present?’
‘Yes, isn’t he wonderful?’ she enthuses ignoring my unenthusiastic tone.
‘So my present is a dog from your favorite breed?’ I ask.
‘Yes,’ she says blithely, and goes to open the cage door. The dog immediately jumps all over her excitedly. And I can see that she is dying to pick him up, but she doesn’t.
‘Have you any suggestions for a name for him?’ she asks instead.
I shrug.
‘You could call him Ghengis … if you want to,’ she suggests.
I turn away from her and say, ‘Ghengis.’
The dog immediately looks at me with its bright, intelligent eyes.
I turn to her. ‘How strange. He seems to answer to that name.’
She bites her lip. ‘I might have called him by that name once or twice,’ she admits.
‘So, how long have you had him?’
‘I’ve been keeping him here secretly for the last two weeks. I wanted to house train him before I gave him to you. I know the apartment is too small for him, but we’ll be moving to our new house in two months, right? And Chitra will be coming to stay with us so she can help take care of him too.’
‘Right.’
‘See how perfect it is?’
I smile. ‘How old is he?’
‘They’re not sure because he was abandoned, but he’s about four months. Look what he can do, though,’ she says scooping the bundle of excited fur up in her arms. She takes a treat out of her pants pocket and holds it in front of his nose.
‘Off,’ she says and the puppy stills.
‘Look in my eyes,’ she says firmly, and the puppy immediately ignores the treat and looks into her eyes.
‘Take,’ she orders, and the puppy immediately gobbles down the treat.
‘Good boy,’ she approves. She brushes her chin against his head and looks at me. ‘You can teach him so many other things.’
I grin. God I love this woman so much I could eat her. She just solved my biggest problem. Here is the bodyguard that I was looking for. I will train him myself. This dog will go everywhere she goes and be her protector when I am not around.
SHANE
Christmas Night
I get back from the toilet and there is a dark shadow on my side of the bed. I go closer and it raises its head and gives a low growl.
‘What the f*ck?’ I swear.
I hear a giggle from Snow’s side of the bed.
I switch on the light and Snow has her head buried under the cover, trying to stop herself from laughing, but her shoulders are shaking silently. On my side of the bed, Genghis has his teeth bared and his eyes are downright frosty. It looks quite comical. Then Snow pops her head out of the blanket and she is laughing behind her hands.
Suddenly I freeze with the realization of how precious this moment is. I wish that I could hold it for a hundred years. My four-month-old, usurper puppy trying to claim my woman for himself, and my woman giggling like the most beautiful, carefree child.
But I know the puppy will become a loyal dog, the giggling beauty will become a woman who will have my children, the dog will die, and the woman will become old, wrinkled and frail.
And then we’ll all become a fistful of dust.
But today … my cock is throbbing with hot blood and I am king of my empire of dirt.
I chase the dog away, rip open my dressing gown, and claim the woman. A big cock wrapped up in a ribbon and a bow is extremely difficult to resist.
The dog is too young to know: the second mouse always gets the cheese.
The End.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for purchasing/borrowing this book. It is an honor that I very much appreciate. The Edens, BJ Pilkingon, and Zane wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
If you are interested in reading Zane’s story, it will be coming after Gold Digger.
Merry Christmas Everybody. :-)
xxGeorgia
CRYSTAL JAKE: BOOK 1
Ha, ha, ha, bless your soul.
You really think you’re in control.
Well…
—Crazy, Gnarls Barkey
PROLOGUE
Crazy
‘NOOOOOOO,’ I HOWL, but there is gravel or grave soil in my throat, and nothing other than an ugly, dried-up rasp travels out of my mouth. My head shakes back and forth like a mindless wind-up toy. Even my body is denying the horror before my eyes. Without warning my knees buckle under me, and I find myself in a heap at the doorway of his flat. Frantically, I begin to crawl toward him, screaming, babbling.
I can’t lose him! Not him! Oh God, not him. Please. Not him.
Two feet away from his body and it occurs to me: this is just a nightmare. Of course it is. It has to be. Any moment now I’ll wake up. And the first thing I’ll do? Call him and tell him how much I have missed him, how much I love him.