Chapter 18
Melody
T he white lines of the road blurred between the tears I was still shedding and the speed of my van.
I couldn’t fathom what happened between finding out the truth about Hound Dog. I mean Nash. I didn’t know who I was kissing. At the time I knew it was Hound Dog, but then came the revelation that this wasn’t the first time he had saved me from harm.
Then the man opened up scars of hurt done in the past. Every word that has torn me down, every twisted thought that told me I wasn’t enough.
Then that kiss.
The kiss that told me he wasn’t running and maybe I shouldn’t either.
That kiss that I could still feel it ghosting across my lips.
He had awakened every desire, every thought of wanting to be loved and worshiped. He wanted me and wanted for nothing but to see me thrive.
Stronger.
I wanted him.
I wanted his damn fiery touch.
He even broke down my barriers and I didn’t know how to thank him for making me do that. I was hesitant because I didn’t know what to expect much less know how to feel. Emotions were built up between anger and frustration to devastation that I allowed words to tear me down and burn inside my mind.
Aria was always the strong one, my protector. But when she was gone, I started taking all the hits mentally.
I knew it wasn’t an easy fix, those thoughts would come back even stronger and louder. If Hound wasn’t going to leave, then maybe it wouldn’t be too much of a fight.
But my van quickly got me home. Because tonight, I was going to explore this newly found version of me, one without all the chains of hurt and terror. The one that was somewhat more confident. Tonight I was going to be home with a man that was trying to free me.
Home. It was a strange feeling like I belonged somewhere where I was welcomed. Sadie was home too, but not enough to risk her losing it. My van was home, but Hound didn’t think so.
I pushed every past memory of the cat and mouse game we had been playing and took another look at what I wanted.
Hound Dog would gladly satisfy every desire I had and make them come alive. My heart beat faster as the anticipation of seeing him grew. A thrill gave my feet life once I stepped out of my van. The more nerves played with me, the more I was starting to ache for Hound to step through the door and show me this was real.
Because for the first time, I wasn’t going to let this feeling go. I was celebrating what was in front of me.
I was noticed. I was wanted.
And yet the awkward feeling subdued everything else. I could feel my mind starting to go in a downward spiral of never ending thoughts of what I was supposed to do or even look. Something in me wanted to please him, for him to see that this wasn’t for nothing. I was sure that there were plenty of women that he could have been with, but for once someone was choosing me. I was going to show him that he didn’t make the wrong choice, because I knew at that moment, I didn’t either.
Sure, I had vanilla and that’s all I thought I was going to get. Hound was anything but like vanilla, he was a whole ice cream shop. No one wanted to experience the dark truth of wanting to be chased, consumed, used for pleasure, and even praised.
Hound Dog wasn’t that person. And I couldn’t wait to see what person he actually was, the one that he hid from a lot of people.
Also, it had been so damn long. Then my mind spun to my body. I couldn’t remember if I had shaved or not. I rubbed my temples as my mind spun with so many thoughts. Maybe if I had some time, I could have just stepped into the shower, a quick shave. Sure, that would solve all the constant thoughts.
No sooner than my mini panic attack came on, the front door slammed open and there stood the tall, muscular god of a man.
One look at him and my mouth went drier than the Sahara desert. Panic set in, was I supposed to be ready? Wait for him on the bed like a prize that he won? Or make it look like a boudoir session, looking like a pinup doll with the “come here” look?
Everything about him was a dream. From the short trimmed beard to his dark eyes set on me like a target to his cut hanging on him like it was made for him to even his jeans that gave you an idea of how powerful those legs could be.
He didn’t let me continue with my wait, he marched through the hallway, pinning me against the wall, trapping my lips in a burning, searing kiss. The type that ran the burning feeling all over your body against the fighting cold. His hands gripped my hair, bundling it up in his fists. He gripped so hard that the slight pain only sent shocks to my pussy.
I tried to pull back, but he attacked my neck in punishing nips and teases. I wound my hands through his short hair, not wanting him to let go.
I fought to breathe, wrapped up in a passionate haze. “I feel like the ten minute head start didn’t do me any good.”
I could feel the slight smile on his face, the small chuckle he let out only made downstairs wetter.
“Time wouldn’t have stopped me,” he growled out.
“God help those that get in your way,” I said as my body bucked against him. His knee slid between my legs, as it slid closer to my throbbing pussy. The pressure of his thigh was tempting, as my body begged for him to move it. But I was going to take just as much as he was giving. I rocked my hips to start riding him. I wasn’t going to wait for him.
I was going to chase my own high, my own pleasure. Because that’s what this man did, he drove me crazy between his “lesson” to him entering my life like a whirlwind to even then when I found out our paths had crossed in more ways than one. I wanted that crazy feeling.
He only pulled away to hover over me, giving me a good glance up and down like he was mapping out what he wanted to do. He rubbed his beard. “Someone’s a little impatient.”
He pulled his leg out from between me and I whimpered like a puppy dog. “No, please.”
He put a finger to my lips, “We have all the time in the world, little birdie.” He marched back down the hallway as he shut the door and locked it nice and tight, showing the true intention of not letting anyone else in, being just the two of us.
I started to walk backward down the hall, as he stepped closer to me like he was stalking a prey.
Come get me, big boy.
And yet instead of feeling scared, I was turned on. He had that obsessive, primal look in his eyes. It was a hungry look that would do it for anyone. But that look was only for me.
Every step he took made everything heightened. The anticipation of being spent and having my mind quiet for once. It was like I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, I could feel every tingling sensation spread across my body. I bumped into his bedroom door frame. He trapped me, throwing his arms at both sides of my head.
He took a deep inhale, like he was smelling me. It should have been odd, but it was intoxicating. “Looks like I caught a little birdie.”
“Yes, you did.” That was all the brilliance I had in me.
His knee stepped in between my thighs, spreading me for him. “See, now this is the part where a man would say that he’s going to ruin you for other men that no one would compare. But the sheer thought that someone else would have you, now that won’t happen.”
My back arched at the mere words he spoke, but internally something woke up and wanted to play. It was like a possession. “And what makes you so confident that it won’t happen?”
The fire in his eyes grew, he gripped my chin forcing my face to be inches in front of him. “Because I won’t let you go. You’ll sing for me, you’ll let me show you the world is yours.”
And with that, Hound kissed me like he was truly never going to let go. His mixture of kissing me and nipping and tangling our tongues was enough to get on my knees for him. His hands explored every curve and inch of me. I threw my arms around him, anchoring myself to him. He got to the hem of my jacket and shirt, breaking apart the kiss.
I whimpered at the loss of his warm lips. I wanted more. I went to kiss him again, and he dodged me. He shook his head. “Oh no, honey. I have dreamed about this for the last few weeks. And these,” he tugged on my clothes, “were not a part of that.”
He pulled off my arms but guided me into his room. His bed was huge, and looked like a dream to get lost in during a great afternoon nap. The thought that he spent his nights alone here made my heart drop.
He sat at the edge of his bed, allowing me to stand. He sat there with eyes for only me, and part of me wanted to hide. He leaned back on his hands, enjoying his view.
“You want to make that dream come true?” He posed the question that reduced me to a heated mess.
I nodded my head. “Words, Melody.” he growled out.
“Yes,” I said with a breathy voice.
“Show me,” he commanded. He waited for me to show him how much I wanted this, how I wanted him, even wanted to please him.
My fingers fumbled with the edge of my jacket, trying to shrug it off.
My jacket collapsed on the floor. My eyes dropped to the floor, my heart racing in my chest. A fire burned in my eyes as I glanced back up to see him entranced.
I wanted this. I wanted him to lose all control.
“Stop,” he commanded before I could reach the hem of my shirt.
He licked his lips. “Honey, you are the most stunning woman. Anything you do makes me feral. You need to get out of your head. Let me help you, let me do this with you.” His hands squeezed mine. “Let me,” he said as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and quickly whipped it off of me.
Standing there, a cold chill gave me goosebumps that covered my body. “Mm, there she is. Feel my hands on you, Melody.” And I did, the way they caressed every line and curve, giving them the attention they needed. His touch made me want to touch him the way he was, like he was mapping all over my body.
He leaned in and peppered kisses on my stomach, jolting me back, but only to be pulled back to him by the thrust of his arms around me. He trailed kisses along the outline of my bra. My nipples hardened the closer he got to them.
“I want to touch you, too,” I whimpered as my head lolled from side to side.
“You will, but right now I want to worship you,” he teased.
Before I could retort, he gripped my ass and hauled me on the bed, landing me on my back. He hovered over me. I reached out to fiddle with his beard, playfully pulling it, to bring his lips close to me.
“Hound,” I breathed out before I took his lips with mine, sealing it in a heated kiss. His moans filled me with eagerness. His hand traveled to my jeans, he fumbled with the button. I tried to squirm away. He pinned my hips down.
He popped the button, then straightened up as he scooted back to the edge of the bed, ripping my jeans off my body. The force of it left me exposed, laid out like a feast.
“Oh, what a beautiful sight,” he cooed before the feathery touch of his fingers traced over my thighs. He traced along the stretch marks that covered my inner thighs. But that’s not where I wanted his hands. I’d show him impatience and I reached between us to grasp the pressing cock beneath his own layers.
He groaned. My own soft touches teased him. The man must have been thinking a lot if he was this worked up. My only hope was that he was so consumed with lust that he would skip steps three and four and go straight to step five.
I gave him one final hard grip, making him groan with pleasure. I couldn’t help my little smirk. I reached for the hem of his shirt and whipped off his shirt like he did me. His abs would make a superhero blush. I couldn’t help myself with my fingers tracing each pec.
“You like what you see?” he teased as his hot breath graced my ear. I nodded.
“Jesus, please just fuck me,” I whimpered as my fingers kept roaming over his muscles. He shook his head. His body rumbled with the growl he released. I couldn’t wait any longer or else my body would explode.
“I said that I dreamed about this woman. Can you just let me worship you? Cause all I wanna do is make every inch of this body tremble knowing that you belong to me,” he retorted, sitting up, his knees spreading my legs apart.
I would have done it myself. But he leaned back on his heels taking in the sight. I teased him some more as my hands roamed over my breasts, rubbing them while picturing Hound Dog’s hands doing it. I finally reached back, unhooking my bra. My breasts splayed out and my nipples hardened at the mere thought of him. My hands covered them, reaching toward my nipples giving them a gentle tug and twist.
All I heard was, “Fuck” as Hound slapped my hands away, pinning my hands in one gathering, above my head. He hunched over to latch onto my sensitive nipple. I was already ready to combust, the flood of pleasure waiting for a release.
“Don’t stop.” I whimpered at the sensation. “Please, that feels so fucking good,” I praised him. Oh, that sort of unlocked a new level. Praising him made him play with the other nipple, switching between the one he was playing with his tongue and the other with his hand.
Just when I was ready to combust, my breath was fighting to even out. My own back arched up at the height of it all. The way he knew when I was close and pulled back, the way he listened for my breathing as he tried a rhythm or a sensation.
He looked up, grabbing my attention, the curl of his smile, the pop of my nipple, he smirked, “Let me take care of you, honey. I want more than a taste.”
Well, so did I. I started to protest but the sound of a rip shook my attention. The man ripped my damn panties off of me and before I could mouth off to him, he gave me a long lick that made me throw myself back on to the bed.
“Just what I thought, you drive a woman to silence when you give her what she wants.” He chuckled before licking and tasting me. The man made it feel like he was starving and all he wanted was me. I wasn’t going to stop a hungry man.
I lifted my hips to meet his strokes, trying to drive my own hunger. “That’s it. I’m only getting started and I’m not stopping until this pussy is dripping on my face.”
“Yes, please,” I whimpered.
And he didn’t stop. The man latched on to my clit, sucking it, licking it until my hips decided to ride him. There was no other sound than our own breathing, and moaning, and a wet sound that should’ve embarrassed me. He held down my thighs as they threatened to close at the brink of my orgasm. It was only then that I lost control when he curled his fingers inside me, driving me to lose control.
I could feel it, I could feel the wall wanting to break.
“Oh, look at you. What a stunning sight. To think that my cock is going to stretch this tight pussy, especially when this pretty pussy is gripping my fingers.” He kissed the side of my thighs as his fingers kept dancing and pulling me closer to the edge.
I damn near lost my mind right when his fingers curled a cool blow to my pussy and jerked my hips up.
“So sensitive. You’re almost there. Give it to me. Give everything you have,” he commanded and with one final stroke inside, my orgasm skyrocketed. When romance novels say that women see stars, well I saw the stars, the moon, and even the lost planet Pluto.
Most would call it a night after that, but Hound had other plans. When I lay there recovering from my orgasm, the sound of a zipper told me that I needed to be ready because one was not going to be enough.