Junkyard Dog (13 page)

C
andy stretches out on the bed with her lanky limbs
wrapped around me as my cock teases her swollen clit. I’ve never before seen the
look on her flushed face. If I didn’t know her, I’d think she was stoned.
Apparently, one orgasm is all she needs to go brain dead with pleasure.

The thick head of my cock disappears inside her.
Her breathing speeds up as I fill her one inch after another. The heat of her
gripping pussy nearly sends me over the edge. I only remain in control because
I refuse for my body to give in yet. Too many weeks of imagining this very damn
moment left me desperate for more than a quick fuck.

“Candy, look at me,” I demand as the head of my
cock finds resistance deep inside her.

Her dark eyes open and she smiles. Shit, I nearly
jizz myself again. She’s fucking stunning on an average day. Right now, with me
thrusting steadily into her sucking pussy, she is the most beautiful creature
in the world.

Her feverish expression fades long enough for her
to caress my jaw. When my thrusts become harder and faster, I watch her face
for a sign I’m hurting her. She groans deep in her chest, and then her hips
lift to take more of me.

Candy can’t keep up with my rhythm. I nearly laugh
when she frowns after giving it her all, but our hips refuse to move together.
She finally stops trying to keep up, instead caressing my face while my cock
drives deep into her.

“Angus,” she says, looking stoned again.

I know she’s ready to come again. If she does, I
won’t be able to hold on. My hips slow down, and her partially closed eyes pop
open.

“Jerk,” she growls, but her smile makes my cock
twitch.

“We’re not done after this,” I growl back at her.

Candy’s grin widens, and I know she’s feeling smug
about how badly I want her. Fuck her arrogance. She’s beautiful and fucking her
feels fantastic. There’s no shame in begging for something this incredible.

Her fingers caress my nipples, and I grunt. Unable to
stop my hips, I move faster, thrusting rough enough for her to groan in both
pain and pleasure. One of her hands slides between her legs until I feel it
against the root of my cock as she strokes herself. Her other hand teases my
nipple.

“Angus Hayes,” she moans.

I don’t know why hearing my name said in her
lust-filled voice sends me over the edge. Like a song, she says it again and
again while I unload what feels like a gallon of jizz into her.

Candy makes a weird noise, and her pussy convulses
around my still hard cock. Coming harder than the first time, her hot center
sucks me dry. I watch her sweaty, flushed face go through several expressions
before she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.

“I want to be on top now,” she says immediately.

Smirking, I keep thrusting shallowly inside her.
“My cock is happy where it’s at.”

“I’ll suck you first,” she offers.

I study her pretty lips and imagine them spread
wide around my cock. In my mind, I see the head of my cock teasing the back of
her throat. I think of filling her mouth with my jizz until it drips down her
chin.

“Fuck,” I moan, thrusting harder again.

My hips pull back until only the head of my cock
remains inside her, and then I plunge deep into Candy. She groans and grunts
from the pressure of my cock banging against her cervix. Her hips shift under
me, and she lifts them until I swear she opens up and takes another two inches
of cock inside her.

Candy cries out, and I think she’s in pain, but I
can’t stop fucking her. Her hands grip her tits, and I watch her pinch her
nipples.

“Oh, fuck, shit!” she cries and then her words make
no sense.

In a saner mood, I might laugh at how I’ve fucked
her into speaking in tongues. There’s nothing funny at this moment, though.
I’ve hit a point of sexual arousal beyond anything I’ve ever known. Her pussy
takes everything I give it and slurps hungrily for more.

I don’t know if I come again first, or she does.
Candy might have come a dozen times. I can’t think straight. My cock is
painfully thick, and her dripping pussy is scorching hot. Our hips bang wildly
together by the time my balls release another gallon of cum into her ravenous
cunt.

Out of breath, I still thrust. I don’t want to stop
even for a fucking second. This pleasure is like crack. It’s more than sex. My
entire body feels the orgasm. My balls tighten even after I come, wanting to
release themselves again. My cock never fully softens.

“Candy,” I say, feeling like I haven’t spoken in
years.

“Angus,” she whimpers.

I lower myself on top of her and cover her lips
with mine. Her pussy spasms and my cock instantly thickens in response. My mind
is numb, but my body is more alive than ever.

Lifting myself over her again, I study her face. I
want to ask if she’s okay, but I don’t want to know the answer. If she says I
hurt her, we’ll have to stop, and I can’t stop. My cock is already growing rock
hard while my hips work up a rhythm.

“I need to get up,” she gasps.

I’m torn between my needs and hers. Normally, the
answer would be clear, but I relent and roll off her. My wet cock sticks
straight up as I sit at the end of the bed and struggle to regain my senses.
Candy climbs off the bed and immediately pushes me backward.

Straddling me, she grips my cock and tries to guide
it back inside her. When her shaking hands don't cooperate, I take the head of
my cock and dip it into her waiting cunt.

Candy lets out a long sigh as she lowers herself on
my cock. She keeps pressing her hips down until my balls tickle her ass.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she says, and her hips begin
to move. “You’re so fucking big. I’ve never seen such a huge cock and here I am
riding it.” Candy throws her arms up into the air and laughs. “I’m the queen of
the world!”

The sight of her bouncing on my cock is too
gorgeous to look away. The fucking hotel could burn down around us, and I don’t
think I’d be able to pry my gaze from Candy and her jiggling tits.

T
he hotel reeks of sex by the time I take a shower.
The hot water feels great on my sore body. Despite aching between my legs, I’m
more relaxed than I’ve been in my life. The sex was shockingly incredible, and
I finally understand why people get so worked up over the act. With Hayes,
fucking is addictive.

I walk out of the bathroom and find Hayes sitting
in the corner chair. He’s focused on his phone but slowly looks up and meets my
gaze.

“Do you want to shower and wash off the sex smell?”
I ask, feeling shy for no apparent reason.

“No,” he says, standing up and shoving his phone in
his back pocket. “I like having your pussy’s scent on me.”

“If it’s so great, I should bottle it. Candy Stank
for Women.”

Hayes smiles, but he seems different now. We walk
to the elevator and out to the truck before I realize what’s changed. For the
first time since I met him, Hayes is relaxed.
Mellow even.
The man always
carries coiled hostility in his shoulders even when he’s otherwise relaxed. Now
he’s like a stoned hippie, and I’m afraid the world is ending.

We don’t return to the office but stop at a
restaurant instead. I frown at him when we arrive.

“We ate a few hours ago.”

“After a fucking like that one, I want a steak and
a shot of bourbon.”

Smiling slightly, I climb gingerly out of the truck
and let my crotch adjust to the change of position. Hayes walks around the side
and looks me over.

“Problem?”

“You have a big dick,” is all I say before walking
past him.

I hear him chuckle behind me, but he catches up by
the time I arrive at the front door. The waitress sits us in Hayes’s usual
spot, and I grimace a few times before getting comfortable.

“That bad, huh?” he asks, actually looking worried.

“You nearly split me in half.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you really?”

Hayes shrugs as if he doesn’t give a shit. I know
he’s lying, so I slide closer and lean my head against his shoulder.

“A little pain is worth feeling that good.”

His gaze holds mine, and I sigh at the warmth of
his expression. The moment is too cozy for him, and he quickly looks away.

“Tonight, I’ll sit on an ice pack,” I whisper,
wrapping my arm around his. “When do you think we can sneak off again?”

“I don’t know. We missed a lot of work.”

Frowning, I turn his jaw so he’ll look at me.

“Look, boss, I get how you have commitment issues,
and I’m a clingy woman stepping on your giant ego. That’s fine, but don’t act
cold, or I’ll act cold too. We both know you can’t handle when I’m cold to you.
Last time, you nearly cried.”

Hayes smirks. “Arrogant little bitch.”

“You can insult me, but it only makes you look
weak.”

“Why weak?” he asks, losing his smile.

“By devaluing me so you’ll look better in
comparison, you actually make yourself look like a punk.”

“Thanks, Doctor Phil.”

Narrowing my eyes, I scoot over in the booth and
pull out my phone. I ignore him for five minutes before he breaks down and
dramatically sighs.

“Fine. You’re great. I’m stupid. Whatever you need
to hear, I’m saying. Now put the phone away and act normal.”

Slowly, I rest my phone on the table. Hayes pats
the spot next to him, and I scoot over.

“You’re weird,” I whisper.

Hayes gives me a side glance and nods. “You’re not
exactly normal either.”

My hand caresses his resting on the table. “You
said you feel vulnerable during sex. If that’s why you’re acting weird now,
just keep something in mind. I’m your friend. I don’t want anything from you.
I’m happy with the way things are now. I’m not working a con. You’re safe with
me.”

Hayes frowns at my tone. I know he hates being
babied. I also know he worries I can hurt him. Keeping everyone at a distance
kept him safe as he took over White Horse. He relies on no one person. This
gives him safety in some ways but makes him vulnerable in others.

“I don’t trust people either,” I say once our food
arrives. “I don’t want to be sucked into people’s drama or feel like I owe
anyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

Without thinking, I shake my head. Hayes grunts in
response.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

Hayes’s frowning face softens. “No.”

“So then we’re on the same page.”

Finally, the big grump smiles. “I guess we are.”

“Trust is overrated anyway. When you trust someone,
you give them the power to fuck you over.”

Hayes cuts his steak into big pieces and then
smiles again. “You’re a great broad, Candy. If this fucking thing doesn’t work
out, don’t throw a fit and quit. I like having you around.”

For him, this is one hell of a compliment. He might
as well say I’m the most special person ever! Hayes knows he’s gushing. His
face struggles to shift into a frown, but he can’t manage it. Between the
morning of sex and a good piece of meat, the guy is in heaven.

I feel pretty great too. Lust without fear is a
novel idea for me. Great sex without consequences isn’t something my family
ever manages. We always fell in love, usually to our disadvantage. I wonder if
that’s what happened with Honey. Was Andrew great in bed and the powerful
orgasms blinded her to his many, many flaws?

I glance at Hayes and feel safe. Not because he’s a
nice guy. He’s most definitely a jackass, but he’s my jackass. I’ve known his
flaws from day one. He’s known my boundaries all along. We work because we both
suck at normal relationships. This fucking employee/employer/friends thing
could totally work especially if we don’t think about it too much.

R
estless during the weekend, I drive around White
Horse and check on my investments. People bow to me and say happy things, but I
only become more agitated. I can’t even lie to myself about why I feel this
way.

I want to see Candy.

Two days without her feels like a fucking eternity.
I consider dropping casually by her house. We’re friends. Her kids know me. I
can hang out and do whatever normal people do during the weekends.

I imagine taking them out to dinner. We can play
family, and I am the average dad who happens to cuss a little too much. The
twins think my foul mouth is funny. Candy does too. They understand me. I bet
they won't mind at all if I drop by.

Instead, I visit my father. Seeing him won’t open a
can of damn worms like going to Candy’s house would. She’ll think I’m her
boyfriend when I’m not sure what the hell we are anymore.

Balthazar is in his comfy chair. Gladys the Cat
sits on his lap. The TV is on as usual, and he’s watching something on the
Discovery Channel. I check the kitchen to make sure it’s well stocked. His aide
Lizzy Anne doesn’t work on the weekends unless it’s an emergency. She left a
note on the fridge, so Balthazar knows what food she made for him to eat at
each meal.

On the counter, his medicine is in three
containers. Each is labeled with large letters. I doubt Balthazar needs shit
dumbed down to this level, but Lizzy Anne doesn’t want him dying on her off
days. Or she doesn’t want him calling her when she’s at home and ruining her
weekends.

I sit in the spare chair and ask how he’s doing.
Balthazar only shrugs and pets his cat. He’s like a bitchy teenager these days.
He grumbles, shrugs, rolls his eyes, and gives me shit constantly. I wonder if
this is typical behavior for old people or if Balthazar is just using his last
years on the planet to give people a hard time.

“Has Candy been coming by?” I ask when he ignores
me to watch his show.

“Every day. She and Lizzy Anne don’t like each
other.”

“How do you figure?”

“Lizzy Anne said she doesn’t like Candy, and Candy
flipped off Lizzy Anne when she thought no one was looking. I was looking,
though. I’m always looking.”

“I’m not paying her to like Lizzy Anne. I’m paying
her to check on you.”

“She does.”

Balthazar doesn’t say anything else, and I watch
the show with him for a few minutes.

“What do you think of Candy?”

“She’s a looker.”

“Anything else?”

“She’s taller than Lizzy Anne.”

Rolling my eyes, I sigh loudly so he’ll pay fucking
attention.

“I’m dating Candy.” I say and then pause to wonder
if hotel fucks count as dating. “We’re seeing each other, so I wanted to know
what you thought of her.”

“I suspected you’d sleep with her.”

“Why’s that?”

“I told you. She’s a looker.”

I nod and consider leaving. Rather than give up on
this father and son bullshitting session, I try again.

“She has two kids.”

“Oh, you don’t want any of that. I’ve seen on TV
what happens when mothers and kids get new men around,” Dad says with a knowing
nod. “Never goes well.”

“It’s a package deal. If I want Candy, I have to
deal with her kids.”

“Good luck then. Won’t end well. I’ve seen it on
TV.”

“Not everything on TV is real.”

“Enough of it is.”

I think about Candy and immediately crave her
touch. I want to hear her voice, see her smile, and taste her body. She’s got
me feeling like a fucking fool inside.

“Even if she and I don’t stay together, I think
she’d be a good candidate for giving me an heir.”

Balthazar gives me a side glance. “What do you want
one for?”

“Don’t you want a grandchild?”

“No. Your mother wanted one. I don’t like children.
They steal and never flush.”

Frowning at him, I ignore his dig at me for waiting
too long to have kids.

“I never stole from you, and I always flushed.”

“Yes, but you were a weird kid. Most kids steal and
never flush.”

“Candy’s kids are well behaved.”

“That’s what they want you to think,” he says
conspiratorially.

Frustrated, I stand up. “I don’t know why I came
here for advice.”

“You don’t want advice. I gave you some, and you
got your panties in a bunch. You want an ass pat. I’m too old to pat your ass,
Gussie.”

“Well, all right then. This was a good talk.”

“Don’t pout just because I don’t see why you’d want
an heir. You don’t like kids, and yours won’t live up to your expectations.”

“I worked hard to make my money,” I say, wanting
someone to agree with me since I’m always right. “I want to leave my businesses
to someone.”

“Like I said, your kid won’t live up to your
expectations. You’ll want it to be like you, but no one is like you. “

I think back to my childhood and suspect
Balthazar’s correct about me being outside the norm. At ten, I started a
lemonade stand with a neighbor girl. We made okay money, but I decided our
profits were taking a hit from the competition down the street. My solution was
to threaten the other kids into shutting down their stand. Once they folded, my
business doubled its profits.

I’d never considered that kind of thing was weird.
My business partner did eventually quit, saying I wasn’t any fun.

Even if I was strange and my kid turned out normal,
I didn’t see an alternative to having an heir.

“I’d rather burn my businesses to the ground than
have the government take my shit when I die.”

“Then burn them. Of course, you probably won’t know
when you’re going to die. Few people do.”

Irritated by his rational yet annoying responses, I
walk to the door. “Have a good night. I’ll come by in a few days.”

“Good to see you.”

Balthazar is already focused on the TV before I
open the door. He has no time for me anymore. He was a decent father when I was
growing up. Even when I got taller than him and looked like another man,
Balthazar Hayes did right by me. More likely he was doing right by the woman he
loved. Once Mom died, he stopped pretending as much. He once told me “an old
man doesn’t have time for lies.”

Balthazar isn’t wrong about why I came. I did want
him to pat my ass and say life was about easy choices. I could have Candy and
deal with her kids and still be me. I might even have a kid of my own and leave
my empire to someone I trusted. I could have everything I wanted without any
downsides.

Yeah, talk about an unearned ass pat.