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Vincent put some dog food down for the animal that stared at him; he shrugged as the dog rushed past him to devour the kibble. He looked around his place and yawned, it was a nice enough place, a lakefront house with plenty of windows and space, the floors were bare and a dark cherry wood, the walls were painted an industrial gray, a strange contrast to the floors but he liked the modern feeling the place had. He was disappointed that Lena Caine didn’t succumb to his boyish charm and he kicked the wall, the dog stopped eating and cowered.

            “I’m not mad at you boy keep eating.” He rolled his eyes in disgust and couldn’t believe he had to pick up a dog along the way just to keep his cover. The dog wasn’t that bad as far as animals went but he was awfully sensitive. Vincent strolled over to the couch and leaned against it, he was bored and extremely frustrated. He examined his nails and noticed the black chipping off; he rubbed the stubble on his chin and then headed towards the bedroom.

            “Dog I’m going out you’re on your own don’t eat the furniture!” he dug through his suitcase and found a pair of skin tight leather pants that laced up the side and a tight black mesh shirt. He poured himself into the pants and examined his reflection in the mirror and smirked. He grabbed some black eyeliner and lined his eyes with it and smudged the liner a bit then put on his biker boots. He threw some gel in his hair and threw on a few necklaces, feeling pretty damn good about himself he walked out to where the dog sat by the door staring at him expectantly, Vincent pat the dog on the head and walked back to the bedroom, he had an idea and he wasn’t going to let Miss Caine get away that easily. He threw some choice items around the bedroom locked up what he wanted hidden and then sprayed himself with his favorite cologne, he grabbed an old army jacket and threw a hat over his hair. He looked at the dog that was wagging its tail; he smiled and pet the dog again.

            “You my dear furry friend are going to be my meal ticket, let’s go meet a very nice girl who will be no more.” He hooked the dog up and went out the door; this would be a brilliant plan.

            Tripp poked at his steak and then pushed it away; he had no appetite after seeing that display of Lena’s hormones at the front door. He felt sour and grouchy; he stared at the kitchen with its light wood cabinets and dark marble like counter tops and stainless steel appliances.

            “This place is very boring; I think we should paint it and add our own touches to it, besides I may keep this place for myself for those times I do actually get a vacation.” He got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open. Lee was staring at him and he grinned at her, he watched her cheeks color and that made him feel a little bit better. “Right now though I suggest we drink, party and be merry and watch movies until we fall asleep.” He raised his beer to his lips and deliberately gave Lee one of his penetrating stares, she was getting flustered and then the doorbell rings and she runs up to get it. “Damn it so close, well at least she didn’t shoot me down.” He smirked to himself and went to see who was at the door. He froze when he saw the same guy again, he eyed the man and the man stared back at him then nodded and smiled.

            “Well I hope I’m not disturbing anything but I have to go out of town for the night I was wondering if you could baby sit Gerard for me.” Tripp stared at the guy and narrowed his eyes but the man didn’t even acknowledge him. Lena’s tongue was rolled out of her mouth like a cartoon wolf and Tripp rolled his eyes. He put his arm around Lee and snapped her out of her thoughts. She smiled and took the leash from the man and started talking to the dog in baby talk.

            “Hello there I don’t believe we have met, I’m Michael Ashford and you are?” he extended his hand and shook the other man’s much harder than he needed to but he was trying to see what this guy’s deal was. What better way of doing that than trying to engage him in a battle of male testosterone wills.

            “I’m Brandon Thomason pleased to meet you Mikey, I met your darling sister and she told me to bring my dog by any time, well I don’t mean to impose but I don’t have anyone to watch my dog.” Vincent gripped Tripp’s hand and smiled at him, Vincent felt a personal satisfaction as Tripp’s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened.

            “Not at all we love dogs, and she isn’t my,”

            “Oh that’s great then, you’re a stand up kind of guy Mikey I must be going.” He let go of Tripp’s hand and looked at Lee who was rolling on the floor with the dog. “Bye Isabel thanks for baby sitting I owe you dear.” Lee mumbled something from under the fur of the dog and waved her hand. Tripp couldn’t help but smile and then turned his attention back to Brandon and narrowed his eyes. The man was smiling and there was a smoldering lust in the guy’s eyes, Tripp gritted his teeth and then closed the door in Brandon’s face.

            “Well what do you say about my proposition of making it a movie night and unadulterated drinking?” Tripp sat down on the floor and the dog came barreling over towards him the skidded to a halt in front of him. He laughed he couldn’t help but laugh, “Gerard huh? Well does Gerard want a belly rub? Does he?” the dog’s head tilted then he rolled over on his back.

            “Sure but I think we should walk him first and then sure we’ll play drinking games and watch movies.” She attached the leash on the dog and took him out one of the sliding glass doors that led down to the beach. He grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it on gingerly over his head, well he could use some exercise. He watched Lee playing with the dog by the water he watched the sun setting and calm came over him. The buzz from the beer must be doing its work; he inhaled the air and made his way down to the girl and dog.

            “ Heads up!” a stick came flying past him and he reached out instinctively to ward it off and ended up being knocked over into the water by the oncoming dog. He winced and felt wetness soak through to his bones and his teeth started chattering so much for a beer buzz.

            “Oh come on Tripp I told you heads up! Didn’t you ever have a dog? I once had a 90 pound Labrador that literally took the feet out from under me.” Lee was standing over him with the panting dog by her side. He looked up at her and just sat there in the water glaring at her and the dog. Then he reached up and dragged her down into the lake and the dog started barking at this new game. She squealed and started fighting him being careful not to hit his wounds.

            “I’m getting water in my ear and now I’m all wet thanks to you!” he laughed and pulled her out of the water and stared at her.

            “Oh you’re all wet? I’m not quite sure how I should take that.” He wiped the wet hair from her face and then pulled her closer to him. He could feel her heart pounding through the wet clothing and he kissed her. His tongue probing and tasting every inch of her mouth his lips devouring her trying to quench a fire that was building, Tripp pushed his hands under her shirt and ran his hands over the wet flesh kissing her more intensely feeling his own body react to hers. Something cold and wet stuck its wet furry head between the two bodies and then let out a loud woof. Tripp glared at the dog and the dog licked his face and pushed his hairy body between them even further whimpering.

            Tripp pushed away and stood up trying to hide his obvious arousal, “I’m going to head back to the house and change and I’m going to head out for a bit.” He started walking back to the house leaving Lee on the beach with the dog.

            “But I thought we were having movie night?” he looked back and saw her standing there dripping water with the dog pushing against her leg, he shrugged and then walked his arousal off.

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[Marie]

I so want a dog. I would love to have one. Great work.