As Callie grew stronger and bigger, her personality quickly became largely, and sometimes loudly, known. I was one-upped in the princess department, she had me beat.
And you better believe she had every single person that met her under her capable little paw, which really wasn't all that little. Thanks to Ethan, she was currently about fifty pounds of solid muscle because she now goes on runs with him daily.
In the beginning, when he was building up her strength, I went along and ran with the two of them. But pretty quickly, they sped up and started going longer, and I said forget it. He'd live if I lost an ab or four and replaced it with ten pounds.
The fifty pounds of muscle knows her manners though, because no dog of Texas-raised Jasper Davies's is going to be disrespectful. When we eat, she disappears like a good little girl. When I'm drawing, she sleeps like a good little girl. When Ethan's making ridiculous baby noises at her and I'm laughing hysterically, she brings him a toy and walks away rolling her eyes like the awesome little girl she is. When we're sleeping, she's on the bed with us; At the foot. Come on, I do have boundaries.
We do have one problem though. Ethan picked the perviest pup in the pound. She sniffs out a boner faster than a doggy biscuit and tries to stomp out our love making like a bad Riverdance. All it took was a cold nose some place it did not belong, and I was nearly ruined for life. We've tried locking her in her crate, which she is normally most content to sleep in, but as soon as we got down to business, she lost her shit and barked like mad. We tried just locking her out of our room. She tried to dig a hole through the door.
She knows the 'stay' command and she knows it well, so for now, she hangs out on the floor while Ethan and I do the daily―bi-daily, tri-daily, quad-daily―bump and grind. It's kind of awkward being watched, but Ethan insists she isn't glaring at me. But she is. I know she is. I'm mating with her human. She plans to eat my balls.
Not that she doesn't love me too. No, she's proving that now, fresh from her run, all slobber and panting doggy-breath kisses after bounding down the hallway and right onto the couch to stand over me.
"Alright, Callie, daddy knows you love him, now give me my turn," Ethan says.
I smirk. Daddy. I'll never get over that shit. Callie obeys, heading back down the hall to slop her water all over the floor while she attempts to drink.
Ethan places his iPod onto the coffee table and wipes a stray drop of sweat from his forehead. He's so sexy when he's all sweaty. He knows it too.
He peels his clinging, sweat-soaked shirt from his torso, tossing it to the floor. Tit for tat, I suppose. I rip my own shirt off, tossing it away. He chuckles, eying me up in a way that makes me feel sexy even though I haven't worked out in forever. I swear I'm not letting myself go, I'm just... resting. It's well earned. Plus, sex is exercise, we do plenty of that.
"Guess I'll start there then," he laughs, gripping my knees and pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. He drops down between my knees, going for my stomach first. "Missed you," he mumbles, kissing up the flat of my has-been abs.
I jokingly look at my nonexistent watch. "Thirty-seven minutes," I say. "The horror. I thought I would die!" I cry melodramatically.
He glares up at me and nips hard at a rib. I hiss and jump and he kisses the hurt away before moving to a nipple, sucking and making me forget what the hell he bit me for. I was probably being an ass. I'm an ass sometimes.
He skips my neck and the rest of my chest as he climbs into my lap, setting his sweaty ass right down on me and rubbing all over me as he kisses me deeply. He knows how daddy likes it.
Right on time, the boner sniffer comes ambling on in, eying our present situation with mild distaste, mouth all wet with water and slobber. And then, oh yes, then she shakes and bits of saliva fly everywhere and I shriek into Ethan's mouth because I just got the dried dog slobber off of that mirror.
She just has to ruin the mood.
"Baby, you have ink on you and I got you all sweaty, we need to shower," Ethan says suggestively, eyes dilated and tongue tracing his lips.
And he resurrects said mood with a grind of his hips.