Enjoy Your Stay (15 page)

I nod as I cry into his big, barrelled chest, but I still feel like crap. Even if what he’s saying is true, Bob and Sammy are family, just the same as Ana, Elijah, and Jack. Nothing’s more important than that. And knowing that I hurt everyone in this weird, crazy fucked-up family of ours yesterday drives home those doubts about my insufficiencies as a mother. I just pray my kid turns out to be as forgiving as the rest of the people I love.

I
BANG
the last nail into the kennel, and double-check my handy work. I’ve had Holly’s birthday present here for the last day and a half, but after that shit she pulled with everyone, I’m not so sure she deserves a fucking puppy.
Christ. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to get her a dog?
I just felt so shit about the fact that I’d called her a whore, and almost died on her birthday, that I had to do something to make amends.

The thing that’s really making me crazy is the thought that I love her, really fucking love her, like hearts and flowers, sing it from the mountaintop, run to the store to buy her fucking tampons kind of love. But beyond loving my cock as I pound it into her, she doesn’t feel the same way. And she’s having another man’s kid. I left Chelcie because that was a responsibility I wasn’t ready for, and I don’t know if that much has changed.

Holly asked me if I remembered what I’d said in the car. Of course I fucking remembered. But I couldn’t admit that I loved her because then we’d still be in the same leaky boat, up shit creek, without a fucking paddle. I pushed her away because even though all I wanna do is touch her, and take her in my arms, and forget all the other bullshit, I can’t stand the thought of having my heart ripped out when she decides she’s done.

The brown kelpie bounds over to me, and does what puppies do best: chews at my ankles, and then sits back and barks like a cocky little fuck. I scoop him up, take his water and food bowls, and carry him into the house. It’s quiet for a change, on account of Bob and Ana meeting with the insurance people. Elijah’s taken Sammy to the park, and Chelcie’s getting another shopping fix sorted. I tiptoe into Holly’s room, knowing she’s more than likely still sound asleep, and I set the pup down on the floor. He bounds over to her, and licks her hand that’s hanging off the end of the bed.

It’s only then that I get a good look at her. Holly’s lying face up, completely naked, with one hand curled beneath her head, and the other resting just above her perfect cunt that’s on full display.
Jesus H Christ
. I take a deep, calming breath, and consider high-tailing it from the room. Now, I’m not a guy who’s ever run from pussy before. Towards it? Hell yes. But never away. Unfortunately, there are some times when it’s completely not okay to bust into a woman’s room unannounced¸ and this just happens to be one of them. I scoop up the dog from the floor, but he bounds out of my arms and down onto the bed.

“No, no, no you don’t, little buddy,” I whisper and make a grab for him, but he leaps across Hols onto the far side of the bed. The side closest to the wall. The side that makes it damn near impossible to reach without leaning right over that mouth-wateringly sweet cunt of hers.

“Come here, you little shit,” I say, and tap the bed with my hand. The little fucker pounces toward me, and then drops his cold wet nose to Holly’s skin and begins licking over her belly.

I never thought I’d be jealous of a mutt, but there you have it. My eyes go completely wide. Holy fuck. Did she just giggle in her sleep? I make another grab for the dog, and wind up almost face planting into her pussy. We’ve done some pretty weird shit in our time, but none of them have involved bestiality. “Come on, you little fuck-rag, get the hell over here before I string you up by your neutered puppy balls.”

I see, rather than feel, my breath skate over her flesh, because her whole body breaks out in goosebumps, and she moans. And then she’s sitting up, screaming as she whacks me repeatedly, and the dog is going off his nut, tearing into the pillow that Hols is beating me with.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” She abandons the pillow, and uses her fists instead.

“Ow, ow, ow.” I put up my hand up to ward off her tiny fists of fury. Holly leans forward to hit me, but her aim is a little off. I catch the top of her arms as she falls into me, her belly rubbing against the bulge in my pants, her naked tits pushed against my chest.

I stare down at her, she stares up at me, wets her lips, and then she scoots back on the bed and pulls the sheet tight against her body.
Like that helps
. I can still see the rosy pink of her nipples through the thin cotton. “I came to give you your birthday present.”

“What, being licked by a total fucking creeper?” She accuses me, and then stares at the little bastard as he tears into the pillow, and feathers go flying everywhere. “Jack, why the hell is there a dog on my bed?”

“He’s your present,” I say and shield myself from the blow I’m sure is coming. And Christ, I wish I were talking about the dirty kind of blow.

“You brought me a fucking dog? I’m about the have a goddamned baby, Jack. Why the fuck would I need a dog?”

“I don’t know. I just thought he might make you smile.”

“Does this look like the sort of face that’s happy to clean up puppy-shit day in, and day out? All night long? Take him back. I don’t need another responsibility like that.”

“I can’t take him back. He’s yours.”

“Well, I don’t want him.” The dog in question uses that time to sit back on his haunches and whine while looking back and forth between the two of us.

“Hols? Look at this face. How can you not love that face?” I pick up the puppy, and shove his cute little face in hers.

“Get it away, Jack.”

“Seriously? How can you not wanna kiss it? Look at him,” I say, in this stupid little voice that completely undermines all hope of me ever being seen as a virile male ever again. “How can you resist this face?”

I move the dog closer and closer until his nose is flush with hers. For a second, its beast against beast, and then the puppy’s pink tongue lolls out and licks her nose. Hols lets out a cute little laugh, and then she looks at me, and smiles for the first time in what feels like weeks. “He is pretty adorable.”

“I knew you’d love him.”

“Do I get to name him?”

I shrug. “He’s your dog”

“Snickers.”

“Oh no. You cannot call a Kelpie Snickers. Come on, he’s a cattle dog. He should have a manly name, like Bruce, or Red.”

She shakes her head, and says, “Snickers.

“You gotta be shitting me?”

“Nope.”

She takes the bundle of cuteness out of my hands and cuddles it into her chest. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll let the two of you get to know one another.”

“Jack?” she says, as I’m walking from the room.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about the other day.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to the Holly Harris bitch fit.”

“Bitch fit this,” she says, flipping me the bird. She laughs when the dog begins nibbling her finger. “Hey, little cutie.”

The puppy’s nose is pressed to hers, and she looks more beautiful than I think I’ve ever seen her, bedhead and all. “I’m sorry about what I said,” I mutter as I walk out and leave her with her new friend, wishing I could find a way to stop hurting mine.

“Come on, Snickers,” she calls as she exits her room an hour or so later, with the dog trailing closely behind.

“You’re not really calling him that, are you?”

“What’s wrong with Snickers?”

“It’s confectionary.”

“It’s sweet.”

“Exactly.”

Holly heads into the kitchen, and I can’t help but follow. Guess I’m as bad as a lovesick puppy after all. She sifts through the contents of the fridge, bending over at the waist and sticking her perfect, fuckable arse up in the air. Goddamn it, my cock twitches inside my jeans. Fucking sexy-arsed women are my weakness. Some men do tits, some do legs, but I’m an arse man, and fuck me, does Holly have the kind of arse you can worship all night and long into the day.

She spins around from the fridge, carrying a carton of eggs, and sets them on the bench. I clear my throat. “Eggs again?”

“I like eggs,” she says and cracks one on the side of a bowl. She must be holding it too hard, because the shell shatters, and slides into the bowl. My feet move on their own. I can’t help it; I just fucking gravitate toward her.

“Oh, great,” she says, and cups the shell in her hands while looking around for something to put it on.

“Here, let me help you,” I whisper, grabbing a spoon from the drawer beside her. I lean in, and my arms wrap around hers as I carefully scoop out the little bits of shell. My breath skates across her neck. She stiffens.

“Sorry,” I whisper, and shift my weight further back, but Holly is frozen to the spot. Her eyes are closed, and her skin is covered in goosebumps.

I press my lips to the nape of her neck. She lets out a heavy breath, and then my arms come around her. One hand goes straight to her tits, the other down past her bump, and to her pussy, which I can feel is already soaking through her underwear. She drops the eggshell to the floor, and her wet fingers come up behind my neck. I kiss a trail from her throat across her delicate jaw, and then I spin her in my arms, and take her mouth deep and hard, just the way I’m going to fuck her. I use my tongue as a lash, wishing I could whip her arse for making me feel shit I have no right to feel. And then I sweep the eggs and the bowl off the bench with my arm.

Everything falls to the floor. The eggs crack and splatter our legs, but I don’t give a shit. The dog lets out a bark before scurrying away. I take her by the hips and lift her onto the bench, and then I unbutton my jeans and let them fall down around my ankles. I push her skirt up around her waist, and slide her underwear to the side, shoving my fingers in deep and hard. She moans when I curl my fingers against her front wall and stroke her G-spot. When I can’t stand the wait any longer, I pull my fingers out, lick them clean, and then grab my cock and push inside.

Even though I want to show her there can be more to us than just hot, hard fucking, I won’t make the same mistake I did last time. I start pounding into her with a relentless, driving rhythm. She cries out, and then her hands are digging into my back, and making claw marks in my flesh. I pump into her and she takes it all, all my anger, all my aggression, and my hurt of the last few weeks. When I feel her cunt tighten around me, I take her hand and slip it down between us, and we take her over the edge together. She cries out, one hand clawing at my back, her legs wrapped around my hips, her heels digging into my arse. I continue to drive into her, and then I feel her freeze, and she kisses my face, and whispers, “Slower, like in the tent.”

I pull back, and stare at her. That was such a huge fucking problem for us. She reamed me out for going slow, for wanting to feel something more than just fucking. “You sure? I thought you didn’t—”

Holly’s hands are shaking as she cups my jaw. Her eyes are wide, searching my face as she whispers, “I’m sure.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” I say, and I change pace. I still drive in as deep as before, but it’s no longer just fucking. It’s no longer primal, and it’s no longer just animal-heat. It’s slow, and tender, and so fucking good that my cock gives a tight little squeeze. Fuck, I hope she’s good with one orgasm, because unless she comes now I’m not going to last long enough to fit another in.

“Oh God, that’s amazing,” she says, and throws her head back. I kiss along her jaw, and down the front of her neck. I dip my head and take her nipple in my mouth, and then she’s coming around my cock, her release pushing me over the edge until I spill into her.

I wish it were
my
seed in her,
my
baby, part of
me
she was carrying in there.

Fuck
. When did I become
that
guy? I come down from the euphoria, and my thoughts hit me like a fucking sledgehammer to the brain. When did this go from being just about fucking to being … more? I mean, she drives me fucking mental, we fight and we fuck, and then we fight some more. Shit, that explosive is not healthy. I guess none of that matters, though, because baby or no baby, I’m buried balls deep inside her and I’m head-over-fucking-heels in twisted, stupid love.