You Are Going To Them

Sanah's fingers tightened around the collar, her knee nudging higher against my thigh as she pretended to consider it. "Hmm," she mused, her lips brushing my ear loud enough for the microphone to catch. "He did say no..." The girls groaned in unison, but Sanah's next words sent my pulse skittering—"So obviously we're bringing him to you." The resulting shrieks nearly shattered my eardrums as Nyla lunged for the phone, her curls bouncing wildly. "YES! Dress him up! Leash him at the door!"

I choked on a protest, but Sanah's palm clamped over my mouth before I could ruin her dramatic reveal. "Mmm, see?" she cooed, twisting the collar just enough to make the bell chime. "He's blushing—he loves the idea." Her thumb traced my jawline, possessive and smug, as Aisha whooped in the background. "Pack your bag, puppy," she whispered against my temple, her breath hot. "We're sleepover-ing at Aisha's—and everyone's getting a turn with the leash."

The call dissolved into chaos—Nyla screeching about outfit coordination, Aisha demanding we arrive before midnight—but all I could focus on was Sanah's fingers toying with the collar's bell, her hips shifting to trap my wrist beneath her again. "Don't look so terrified," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my burning cheek. "Unless..." Her teeth scraped my earlobe, sending a traitorous shudder down my spine. "...you want me to tell them your cute little trick."