Junkyard Dog (14 page)

I
can’t stop thinking of Hayes. Why did we have to
fuck on a Friday, so I’m forced to go an entire weekend without seeing him? The
tenderness between my legs is a welcome reminder during those two days. I also
notice big purple hickeys on my breasts. Hayes left his mark on me, but my
desire to see him is about more than fucking.

I miss him and wonder what he’s doing. I saw him at
his most vulnerable, and now I don’t want to look away.

I take the kids to the movies on Saturday. The
entire time out, I keep hoping to run into Hayes. Or even just see him on the
road. A single glimpse will sate my desperate need for him.

By Monday morning, I’m chewing on my nails in
anticipation. Cricket notices me tapping my foot while we wait for our turn to
drop off at school. She shakes her head.

“We’re not that bad.”

“It’s not you. I have to pee.”

Chipper frowns at me. “Girls are weird.”

“They really are,” Cricket replies.

They laugh at their comments until it’s time to
climb out of the car. I watch them walk inside and then haul ass to the office.
When I see Hayes’s truck in the parking lot, I cry for joy.

I hurry across the parking lot. After slipping on
the gravel and nearly falling on my ass, I get to the front door and find the
front office empty. Hayes is in the back, reading something on his laptop.

“Good morning,” I say with too much enthusiasm.

Hayes narrows his eyes. “Hello.”

I wait for him to show some sign that he missed me
over the weekend. Hayes frowns and then returns to reading. I don’t storm out
of his office. My retreat is more like moping.

We’re pathetic. Both him and me. Him for being an
insensitive dickhead even if I already knew he was an insensitive dickhead and
shouldn’t be shocked when he behaves like an insensitive dickhead. Me for,
well, expecting him to be anything more than an insensitive dickhead. Ugh, what
in the hell is my problem that I raced into the office as if he’d be waiting
with open arms?

Sulking at my desk with a fresh cup of coffee, I
give myself a pep talk. I have two great kids. I live in a nice house in a nice
town and have a nice job with an insensitive dickhead for a boss who also
happens to be super hot and lenient about my need to surf the internet for
hours a day. Yes, I’m living the fucking dream, and there’s no reason to be
upset about anything ever.
Cheer up, Candy!

By the time Hayes appears from his office, I’m
wearing a fake, happy smile and thinking fake, happy thoughts.

“Hello, boss.”

“Hello, employee,” Hayes says, leaning against the
wall near my desk. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. How are you?”

“My dick was tender over the weekend. I think you
might have bounced too hard on it.”

“I regret nothing.”

Hayes smiles in an amazing way that ruins any
progress I made with my internal pep talk.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Not really. I had something to eat with the kids.”

“Wrong answer. Let’s go.”

I stand up too quickly and nearly knock into him.
Realizing he planned to plant a kiss on me before our near collision, I grab
his shirt and tug him back toward me.

“I felt you inside me all weekend,” I admit,
completely pissing away the pep talk.

Hayes hesitates, but I don’t care.

“You’re so sexy when you play hard to get,” I say,
lifting my lips.

Unable to deny me, Hayes kisses me just like I’ve
craved. His lips are angry as if two days without mine have enraged them. I
wrap him in my arms, and his kiss softens. Deepens too, and I love how he
nearly devours me.

“We need to get to the hotel and fuck,” he says,
pulling away his lips.

“I thought you were hungry.”

Hayes hands my jacket to me and frowns. “I’ll eat
you. Let’s go.”

Excited, and a little terrified, to find out how
Hayes’s version of going down on me will play out, I hurry to the truck. He
drives like a man on a mission while I try to relax in preparation for the
intense fucking I know awaits me.

We arrive at the hotel where Hayes already has a
room waiting. I don’t know if he always has a room or if he plans ahead, but
I’m not asking. The wrong answer might put me in a bad mood, and I’m looking
forward to a few hours alone with Hayes after a long weekend without him.

Once the door shuts, Hayes kisses me hungrily. He
tugs at my clothes and his own. When they don’t relent fast enough, he pulls
his lips away.

“Strip.”

“You’re so bossy,” I tease, pulling off my shirt
and sliding down my jeans.

I barely remove my bra before he’s buck naked in
front of me and sporting the kind of boner that would make a lesser woman
shriek in terror.

“You’re too slow,” he grunts, wrapping an arm
around my waist and carrying me to the bed where he yanks off my panties and
tosses them to parts unknown.

I try to prepare for his frenzied lips between my
legs and fail. His beard tickles my inner thighs while his mouth latches onto
my damp flesh. I cry out in both surprise and pain when he sucks at the still
tender area. What his lips lack in tenderness, his long tongue makes up for
with penetration. I’ve never been fucked by a man’s mouth before, but I must
say I approve. I come too quickly and lose out on a longer tongue fucking.

Hayes’s dick is leaking something fierce, and I
doubt he’ll last more than ten thrusts. I’m wrong again.

He attempts to press gently through my swollen lips,
but his erection has a mind of its own and enters me in one fast thrust. His
hips take over and bang against mine wildly. He’s ready to come. I know he is,
but he doesn’t for nearly ten minutes. I stare up at him, admiring the unhinged
expression of a man lost in lust. He’s fucking me so hard and deep that I have
to hold onto him to keep from smashing my head on the headboard.

Once I get the hang of his rough rhythm, I play
with the thick hair on his muscled chest. My fingers feel the groan rumbling in
his chest as his orgasm grows. He literally growls as the first wave of cum
fills me. Gritting his teeth to keep from howling, Hayes is gorgeous as he
pumps everything he has into my waiting body. I never think of coming myself. I
only want to witness him give into all of his pent-up desire. An unleashed
Hayes is a truly remarkable sight.

Giving our bodies a short break, Hayes relaxes next
to me. He slides his index finger between my lips, and I suck at it
instinctually. Popping it from my mouth, he uses it to follow the curves of my
breasts.

“Can I ask you something really personal?” I ask,
taking advantage of his good mood.

“No.”

“Is Balthazar your real father?”

Hayes gives me a dark frown. “What does it matter?”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

After a minute of silence, Hayes loses his frown.
“I only know rumors.”

“I like rumors.”

Still playing with my nipple, he tugs at the hard
flesh until it hardens even more.

“Balthazar was a long haul truck driver before I
was born. He’d leave Mom for days, even weeks at a time. Apparently, she had an
affair. She might have had many of them. Balthazar likely had his own. I don’t
want to know about their sex lives, but the rumor is my bio father is an
electrician in Common Bend.”

“Have you ever wanted to meet him?”

“I checked up on him, yeah. He had a family and was
retired like Balthazar. I considered contacting him, but I didn’t have anything
to say. I’d only wanted to find him because Mom hinted I shouldn’t. Once I did,
I lost interest in the rest of it.”

“Why would she only hint not to find him?”

“Because she knew straight out telling me not to
would only ensure I’d find him.”

“Oh, so you were always a pain in the ass.”

“Since I was sucking my thumb in the womb,” he
says, leaning down to suck at my nipple.

I enjoy his attention and fall silent while he goes
from sucking to nibbling and then back. When he switches out his lips for
fingers, I concentrate long enough to ask another question.

“Does this guy have kids besides you?”

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you a little interested in having
siblings?”

“I considered that too, but they’re not the kind of
family I’m interested in having around. They’d want me to loan them money or
come to their kids’ birthday parties. I’d be the rich relative they invited to
all kinds of stupid shit because they figured I’d just send a gift instead. I
don’t need that crap from strangers. I have plenty of employees and
acquaintances in White Horse that invite me to crap I won’t go to.”

“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 fucking 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 fucking are.”

“Do you want to fuck 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 pussy. 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 pussy.”

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.