That evening we were in the backyard grilling chicken on the barbecue. Our dogs were playing in the back yard. I looked over at my man. He was flipping the chicken, then brushing it with sauce. He licked his fingers and shut the grill lid.
I walked up behind him and put my arms around him, laying my cheek against his back and inhaling his masculine scent.
"Butch... Can it be like this forever?"
"Forever, PJ. I told you. You're mine. You ain't ever getting away from me."
"Promise?"
Butch turned around and took me in his arms. "I promise," he reassured me.
I knew that I was sounding pathetic, needing to be constantly reassured, but I couldn't help myself.
He leaned down and kissed me slowly and deeply. His tongue pushed into my mouth and teased and tickled mine. When he pulled back, I
