Chapter 37
Hound Dog
S he amazed me everyday. Months ago she would have had a second thought or I’d be afraid she would run away. But she looked like a goddess, and legs spread waiting to be worshipped by me. I had all the intentions of being nice and slow for her, making love to her like the true goddess she was.
But that mouth, waving a challenge in my eyes. If only she had this sort of confidence on stage.
She was getting there. I knew that one day she would, and I would be there to see it and celebrate.
I moved a table to sit closer to her because I wanted to watch every little reaction and movement from her. My hand grasped her throat, her pulse right there at my fingertips and her little vibrator in my other hand.
I ran the toy through her pussy lips, letting the toy get nice and wet. Her mere excitement for this was a damn turn on.
“Such a pretty little birdie, getting her toy wet for me. I bet you could make it to ten.” My thumb rubbed the sensitive spot on her neck as she moaned from the touches. My cock was pressed hard against my jeans, but I wanted this from her. To remind her that I had everything she would need, that she could rely on me there for everything, but also didn’t hurt that she was a tempting siren.
How she blossomed into this goddess, I’d never know, but I was thankful.
I teased her inner thighs as soon as I turned on the vibration, caressing her, watching her lean forward for more.
When the toy hit her clit, I squeezed her throat, counting to one. It was quick but she would learn that sometimes I wouldn’t play fair. I let the toy come off her clit and eased up on my hand. “Good girl.”
I nodded as she stared back into my eyes, waiting for a signal that the next count would be coming. “Do you need me to give you a signal?”
I wasn’t that much of an asshole. She nodded. “Okay, here comes two.”
She whimpered but held on as the squeeze of my hand and the vibrator returned. Her body clenched from the sensation, after a little slower count of two. Her muscles tightened until I released.
I peeked at the toy as it glistened from the light around us. Between my hand taking her breath away and the toy, I imagined she would be a puddle. She knew how to communicate, but I also knew she would have enough.
“How you doing?” I checked in.
“Please, keep going,” she begged.
I listened, and I continued. Her third one was wonderful to watch as she didn’t think she just did. But even after three she was close, but holding back. I knew she wanted to hold, prove that she could make it.
“Four,” I started as my hand squeezed once more. She held her breath and rode the sensations of the vibrator. I changed from placing it on her clit to rubbing the toy in small circles over her aching clit. She bucked at the first circle. “Four….Three…” I paused waiting for her body to tighten up. “Two. And one.”
I released and she took a little gasp of air. “How you doing?”
Her chest heaved. “I didn’t say stop.”
Well fuck me, little vixen. “Make it to ten and I’ll fuck you anyway you want.”
Five and six were so fucking perfect to watch her on the brink of coming, Her legs started to shake from the time she was on her knees to the power of the toy and the impending orgasm.
“Doing so well, honey. But you’re holding back. Give me everything,” I commanded her. Maybe I needed to tempt her; while she was a little stubborn sometimes she did need an incentive. I placed the toy to the side and unzipped my jeans. Melody’s eyes widened, her mouth left gaped. I could see the straight hunger in her eyes.
“I want that,” she cooed.
“My pants? Not sure you could fit into them.”
“I want that monster that you’re hiding from me.”
“Then give me what I want,” I returned. “Seven.”
I slowly counted down and by the time I got to two, her body fully trembled as the orgasm erupted through her like a shock wave. Her head was thrown back, sinking into the back of the couch. I caught her before she could injure herself or pull something. Her mewling sounds echoed through my mind. An intoxicating sight.
She muttered something as I dropped everything to hold her. A sense of guilt rushed over me, I should have seen her like this, should have known she might push herself. I shushed her. She was trying for me. She was doing so well.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to keep going,” I told her. But she shook her head. “Melody, I’m not going to push you. You’ve already pushed further.”
She tried to protest, I wasn’t having it. I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms. She nestled further into me. “I could have kept going,” she muttered, her voice so soft and light.
“I know honey, but you would have gone to a place mentally that I don’t think you’re ready to go into.” I kissed the top of her head as I kicked our bedroom door.
I laid her down amongst the blankets and the pillows. I shucked off the rest of my clothing because one thing I had learned from my girl, she preferred skin to skin aftercare than clothed and cuddling. She needed the warmth, to feel like she was belonging to someone.
As much as the painful ache in my cock begged to just slip in her, this was about her, being the man that she needed.
I wrapped us into a large blanket, pulling her on top. She wrapped herself like a koala. She was still awake but floating between the worlds of sleep. She nuzzled my chest. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You smell good.”
Okay, maybe that was the delirium speaking. “What do I smell like?”
“Cinnamon. Bourbon.” Her dazed gaze stared at me, my hand tracing the curves and the back dimples. “And home.”
“Melody,” I groaned. She couldn’t say those sweet things, because it made it harder to even think that she would be taken from me one day.
She turned her head, looking toward the ambience light on the nightstand. “You make it hard not to fall for you.”
My heart skipped a beat and grew a couple sizes. She was falling for me, admittedly. If only she knew sooner that I had fallen for her when she stepped onto that stage. A classic beauty with a dream and a heart.
“Falling for you, Melody, was the easiest thing for me. It was proving to myself that a love for you was what I needed, that was the hardest.”
Her beautiful eyes softened. “You love me?”
“Is that hard to believe?” I smiled.
She shook her head. I rolled us over to where she was beneath me. Reassurance was what she needed, and a hidden beast wanted her to hear me for the next part. “Never underestimate what I feel for you. You’re mine. Mine to love, to encourage, to fuck, to fill the cunt with my cum until your belly is round from carrying our children, mine to grow old with, mine to sing with.”
I pressed a hard kiss before she could respond. I nipped her bottom lip, she sprung fully awake. Her legs fell open and bucked her hips. I knew how she felt but it was up to her to figure out when she was ready.
Her finger delicately traced my chest. “I’m going to make you proud.”
“Honey, you’ve already done that.”
“All the work that you’ve tried to help me with, I’ll get up on that stage and show you that it wasn’t a waste.”
I nuzzled toward her, “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” she hummed. I leaned toward her ear, “None of it would be a waste.”
Just when she gasped from my cock thrusting into her, my phone rang. I tried to ignore it but after two more attempts, I groaned.
I grabbed the phone to see Greene’s name. Rage filled my core. Melody sat, pulling the covers over her, watching me stare at the phone, regretting the next part.
“Greene, you must have a death wish to be calling me right now,” I snarled.
He didn’t take long. “It’s happening, Hound.”
I knew it meant the only thing that mattered. “Where?”
Greene relayed the details, giving me everything we needed to make sure it happened. I had hoped this was the end we needed to move on and get this threat out of the city, out of our lives. It was wishful thinking.
I silently moved to grab my clothes, as I called up the club for an open invite to see the downfall of the Hogs. I sat at the edge of the bed getting my boots on when I felt the brush of a hand on my shoulder. I guess in my blinded movements I forgot where I was.
“Baby, you going somewhere?” her small voice said. She rested her chin on my shoulder.
“Something’s going down across state lines that requires our attention.”
She vanished, shuffled off the bed, scrambling around to find a scrap of clothing. I didn’t know what thought popped in her head, but I wasn’t going to entertain the idea of having her come for that.
“Have you seen my black bra?” she asked as she rummaged through the drawers.
“You’re not going anywhere, you’re staying here and a prospect will be outside,” I told her.
“I swear I had it the other day.”
“Now is not the time to be a brat.”
“I’m gonna check the hanging rack, I swear I had it the other day or put it away.”
Melody ignored me completely as she left the bedroom. My head started to pound from gritting my teeth. “Melody, you’re not going.”
“Sure I am, I just need to get dressed. You did put my cut in the closet, right? Also how cold is it right now because if we’re riding for a long while, I don’t need my nips to get cold. I mean I could put the hand warmers in my bra, if I could just find my dang bra.” She wouldn’t let up.
I grabbed my holster and the pocketknife for the front pocket. “This time, no.” Before I could walk out the door, she leaned up on the door, pressing a finger to my chest. I couldn’t stop staring. She was glorious in all her naked goodness. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. She gazed up at me, daring me to keep telling her “no” like if I could tell her she’d cut my dick off and possibly feed it to me.
She batted her eyes, “Now baby, what kind of ol lady would I be if I didn’t support my man and the club? If you think I don’t know what’s happening then think again. B.B and Otis have a big mouth.”
“I’m starting to believe that you weren’t this shy, introverted beautiful woman, that there was this tiger waiting in the shadows.” I groaned.
Her smile curled. “I was waiting for you, baby. Now, either help me find my bra or take me as I am and risk hypothermia.” She pressed a quick kiss and vanished again behind me.
I rolled my neck. “Try my top left dresser drawer.”
I was that fucker though.
“Why would it be… Nash Lane, why are all my bras in your dresser drawer?” she yelled sternly.
“You really want that answer right now?”
“Later after you have properly fucked me because we weren’t finished.”
Now I believed that my life could be fulfilled with a good hearted woman and a club behind me. Also, a woman that kept me on my toes and one that Mama really liked, which meant that Pops would like her. The stars were aligned.