Junkyard Dog(42)

“That reminds me. I sent a get well gift to Velma Chase from the call center. She called to thank you for your generosity.”

“I wasn’t too generous, was I?” he asks, frowning.

“You were just generous enough to make her feel special, but not so much that she thought you wanted to bang her.”

“Good.”

Running my fingers through his thick hair, I say, “I’m sorry about your dad situation.”

“Why? Balthazar f*cking raised me. He fed me, clothed me, and gave me whatever kids need growing up. He taught me how to play sports, and he came to my boring school events. He was my father even if I was taller than him by fifth grade.”

“Still awkward.”

“You shut the door in your father’s face.”

“I know.”

“So why feel sorry for me?”

“I’m sweet on you, dumbass. It makes me soft and sentimental.”

“Oh,” he says and grins. “Did you ever feel like you were missing out when you were a kid by not having a father around?”

“No, but I think Honey did. I even think that might be one reason she stays with Douche. She thinks her kids are better off with a bad father rather than no father. Of course, even if they divorce Andrew isn’t going anywhere. He loves his kids. He’s just a shitty father because of his stupid parenting philosophy.”

“What’s that?”

“He believes, and this is something his family raised him to believe, that children are born with an understanding of the world. They only need to grow up to fully express who they are. So Andrew doesn’t discipline the kids because he figures they act the way they’re supposed to act.”

“He sounds like a hippie.”

“It’s some New Age follow your aura bullshit. That’s not how my mom raised us. She had rules. We followed them, or she grounded us. She’d feed us bread and water if regular grounding didn’t work. She’d make sure we were miserable, so we’d never want to be grounded again. It was impressive especially considering I liked to break rules.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Rules are for suckers,” I say, reaching for his cock and finding it already hard.

“That they f*cking are.”

“Do you want to f*ck again or are you okay with us spending the morning talking about our feelings?”

Hayes is on his feet in a shot. He pats the end of the bed.

“I’d like to get a good look of your *. Turn over and present it.”

“I’ve never met such a bossy man before.”

“Did you expect me to be tender in bed when I’m never tender any other time?”

Smiling at him, I ask, “Couldn’t you, at least, fake it a little?”

“Does that mean you’re not getting on all fours?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” I say, turning over and scooting down.

“I’d like to put something else in your mouth.”

“I changed my mind about ever giving you a blowjob. Your dick is too big.”

“I like when you talk about my big dick.”

“It’s so huge I feel it knocking against my ribcage.”

“Not a great visual.”

“It slams against my tonsils,” I say, laughing with my butt facing him. “I think it poked my brain once. Now I can’t spell colossal anymore.”

“Stop talking.”

Wiggling my butt, I glance back at him. “You’re very sexy, Angus Hayes. So manly in so many manly ways.”

“I really should have shoved this in your mouth,” he says, stroking his cock.

“Nope, I’m not kidding about it being too damn big.”

Hayes grins at my babble. “I like this *.”

My eyes close as he slides the head of his cock against my slit. He takes his time entering me this time. Slowly, almost patiently, he presses one inch after another into me until I’m unsure how I can stand so much of him.

Hayes’s rough fingers find my clit and work the delicate flesh until I’m pounding back against him wildly. My breasts swing rhythmically with his thrusts. Once I come loudly, Hayes leans forward and pinches my nipples to the same rhythm as he caressed my clit. I squeal in pleasure, and he makes a noise I’ve never heard before.

“You’re going to make me come,” he groans.

I smile at how much he enjoys my body. To see him so f*cking desperate is sexy as hell. Having him own my body is even more irresistible. He pounds into me with abandon, pinching my nipples until I come uncontrollably. I’ve never had a man take from me what he wants and leave me so perfectly satisfied.





TWENTY SEVEN - CANDY


The twins are suspended from school for three days after getting into a fight with a few kids at recess. The principal has a no-tolerance policy for violence and sends the offenders home for the rest of the week. Yes, because nothing punishes children more than taking away their beloved school.

I punish the twins, but they don’t care. Losing Xbox means nothing to them if the alternative is taking shit from kids at school.

“So what were you suspended for?” Hayes asks when I bring the kids into the office on their first day off.