Junkyard Dog(66)

“I always thought people were full of shit when they said they needed a vacation from their vacation,” I say, closing and locking the bedroom door. “I get that saying now.”

“If you’re asking for a few days off when we return, the answer is no.”

Crawling on the bed, I smile. “You’re a tough boss.”

Hayes shares my smile and reaches out to caress my sunburned skin. “You look sexy with that burnt nose.”

I rest on my knees and drink in all of Hayes. With him wearing only boxers, I decide it’s time to get reacquainted with what’s hiding underneath.

“Hello,” I say, stroking his cock through the fabric. “Remember me?”

Hayes reaches out for me, but I shake my head. “Keep your hands to yourself. I need to concentrate. Oh, and no holding my head or shoving your humdinger down my throat or maneuvering me.”

“You’re finally giving me a blowjob, huh? Should I be worried?”

“For my safety?” I ask, grinning. “Sure. For your dick’s safety? Sure. This could go terribly wrong.”

I tug off his black boxers and stroke the colossal dick. Hayes says nothing and watches me like I might be a threat. I don’t blame him for worrying. I’ve given two blowjobs in my life, and I bit down both times. In each case, the dick was half his size and my mouth hasn’t gotten any wider.

“Be nice to me,” I tell the dick while my hand slides along its length. “I’m the sweet lady attached to the vagina you enjoy pounding.”

Hayes fights a grin, but he looks nervous.

“Shh, don’t cry,” I say and lick the drop of pre-cum.

Exhaling hard, Hayes is a minute from simply f*cking me. The tension of having an inexperienced chick like me in control of his dick is palpable. I ignore him and focus on the hard flesh in my hands.

My tongue bathes the length of it and the damn thing twitches with appreciation. I smile and take another long lick before teasing the slit. I think Hayes says my name, but I’m too focused on staying focused.

The thick head of his cock slides easily into my mouth, coating my tongue with discharge. I suck once, twice, and finally a third time before sliding my tongue down the tender underbelly to his heavy balls. Hayes makes a pained noise when I suck gently at the flesh. My hand continues to pump the length of him while I make him squirm by teasing his balls with my tongue.

By the time my lips return to the head of his cock, the slit leaks thick cum. I lick it off and glance up at Hayes. He feels vulnerable, exposed, but unafraid. My man trusts me. The rest of the world might come crashing down on him, but I never will. I’ll always be at his side.

I feel Hayes’s balls ready to explode. Stroking his cock with both hands, I suck steadily at the head, enticing it to let go. My earlier fears are gone, and I only want to hear Hayes’s groans as he finds release.

The first spray of cum against my throat startles me for only a moment before I swallow the hot liquid. Sucking more from him, I close my eyes and enjoy the wild moans of a man completely under my control. He’s lost in pleasure as I drink down what feels like gallons of pent-up need.

Hayes’s body is spent long before his cock softens under my touch. My tongue circles the head, licking it clean. I stare up at a blissful Hayes watching me. He doesn’t look even a little bit arrogant. No, I’d say his expression is more grateful than anything else.

I finally relent and gently rest his relaxed cock against his thigh. Crawling up to Hayes, I lick my lips.

“Want to taste what I accomplished?”

Hayes grips the back of my head, and his sudden touch startles me. His kiss is hot and desperate. He’s a man afraid he’ll lose something important if he lets go. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle him. He needs to know I’m not going anywhere.

“I love you,” I whisper when his lips leave mine.

“You survived,” he said, attempting to joke, but his expression remains too panicked to sell the humor.

“I think your dick and I have come to a mutual understanding. That means you won’t go through the rest of your life without blowjobs.”

Hayes understands how I mean to keep him. Even after the proposal, he worried I’ll change my mind. Trusting people never came easily to either of us. I doubt it ever will, but we’re not people. We’re Angus and Candy, and I’ve trusted him from the beginning. I couldn’t always deal with his bullshit, but I always knew where the bullshit was coming from.

Hayes isn’t a mystery to me. I hope I’m not one to him. If I am, he’ll have a lifetime to figure me out.





FORTY ONE - HAYES


White Horse doesn’t change while I’m on vacation. As Moot puts it when I return, “the world didn’t end without Asshole Hayes telling it what to do.” I’m relieved to know I can relax without the place going to shit. With a woman and kids in my life, I suspect I’ll relax a lot more often.

On the flight from Orlando to Nashville, Chipper sits next to me again. He explains how Candy said we’ll live half of the time at my house and the other half at the rental place. At first, I’m unimpressed with this plan. I believe in tearing off the Band-Aid fast rather than prolonging the pain.

Candy calmly reminds me how Nightmare won’t be thrilled with sharing the house with two loud kids and a skittish cat. Splitting our time will allow the dog to adjust. I realize what she's saying, and she has a good point. If the dog has trouble with change, so will the kids, and they’re slightly more important than my beloved pooch.