Chapter 47
Melody
H ealing was a bitch.
It was one thing being watched by Hound Dog when we were alone and he wanted to watch but it was another to be watched like a baby bird trying to break free of the nest and she gets pulled back into the nest at the first instance of wings flapping.
It also didn’t help that I was horny like a teenager and wanted to jump Hound’s bones but the fucker wouldn’t give in. He even hid all the toys. He told me the doctors said that I couldn’t do “extraneous” activities for a long while. And I swear that was payback for when I was going to withhold when he was told the same thing when he had his potential concussion.
I was wound tighter than a virgin on her wedding night. I was minutes away from either murdering him or taking matters in my own hands.
He’d say, “I promise it will all be worth it in the end.”
I called it a load of crap.
I did my damn physical therapy exercises, and when I kicked Shooter out, during my third week post hospital, Hound and I had an argument which in the end I made him sleep on the couch. And yet that didn’t work because the bastard snuck in and I woke up with arms wrapped around me like a koala. I thought I was the clingy one.
I guess being on the brink of death and almost high-fiving Jesus will do that to a lover, make the roles reverse.
In the end, I was welcomed by a better surprise. Mia from the hospital, came by instead of Shooter. She was better company than a grouchy and dark humored Shooter. Though it didn’t stop him from being outside the door. I thought about warning Mia away from Shooter, but she didn’t really give him the time of day.
That still didn’t stop Shooter from watching over her.
Rather than a nurse, I gained a friend. One I knew that I could count on, more than just making sure I was taking care of myself when Hound Dog was called away for business.
In my “second” healing time, I worked on music, submitted songs to a few studios, and found my groove again.
Sometimes I ended up in the kitchen, only to get yelled at when Hound came home and told me I was doing too much. I threatened to tell his mama that he wasn’t being a good boy. I blamed it on the sexual tension.
But one night in February, Hound covered my eyes, guided me through somewhere. He told me to get dressed up, that he was taking me out somewhere special. I thought for a second he was trying to take me out for an early Valentine’s day dinner or something. My panicked thought was that he was proposing, but that would be weird, especially after the hospital when he didn’t talk about it again.
Well, we didn’t talk about it again. Never pictured myself married let alone potentially a full life with Hound Dog.
“Hound, you know I’m not fond of surprises.” I groaned.
“I promise, you’ll like this one,” he said so sweetly. So contradictory to his outward appearance and demeanor around others, he was such a cinnamon roll.
A few more steps and we stood still.
I felt his heart pounding against my back. “Ready?” he asked.
“Sure, baby.”
He removed his hands and there in total darkness was a dimly lit Blue Sax stage. But not a soul in sight. I hadn’t returned since that night.
I took a few steps, my high-heeled boots clicked against the wood floors, they echoed throughout the place. Each step I still felt a twinge of pain on my right side. But it was faint, so I fought against it.
“Is this some sort of lesson? Confronting my demons? Coming back to where it all started?” I said, suppressing a laugh.
“I know that you wanted to sing that night, that you were ready.”
My shoulders dropped. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I was gonna show up on that stage, and only sing to you.”
I turned around and saw Hound in all his sexiness holding out my guitar. “Then get up there.”
“There’s no one else here?”
He smirked. “And? You said you wanted to sing to me.”
He was cockier when he could read me like a book. “Yes, yes I did.” I reached out to grab the guitar. He didn’t let go, instead he pulled me in for a kiss. Anytime the man kissed me, it was one of those you couldn’t pull away from. It was easy to just melt into him.
I could have gotten lost in that kiss but he pulled away, gently twisting me around, and tapped my ass. “Then get on up there.”
He walked away towards the booth. Illuminating the stage, shouting orders to plug up the guitar. As soon as the feedback from the system spooked me. The stage lights were warm, and bright, but I could still see the outline of Hound and his broad shoulders. I knew that it was just him and I, but I couldn’t wait to just sing
My heart wasn’t racing, I wasn’t sweating, worried about what others were thinking about me.
“You ready, little songbird,” he asked, stepping down from the booth. He circled around until he reached the soundboard.
I took a deep breath, remembering that months ago this was where it all started. But that woman from months ago was no longer the woman on stage. I looked back at my life realizing I had no regrets.
I was happy. And for once, it was a true statement rather than an empty feeling.
Sure, were there moments that I wish I could go back and prevent myself from getting into these sticky situations? Absolutely.
One thing was sure, I stopped hearing those voices that told me I wasn’t enough or I’d never have the talent to go far. It took one man and the second-worst night in my life to put in a line of fate that entwined my soul with my better half.
The man would do anything to keep me happy and keep me feeling loved.
There weren’t enough words to tell him how I felt about him, but I knew one way to show how grateful I was for him.
I began my melody, the one that played in my head for months after I looked into those gorgeous blue eyes. It was second nature, almost like a lullaby, one that kept me going to remember what I was living for.
Mama always opened that storybook,
Stories that were filled with dreams and wishes.
Little girls dream of princes,
Ones that would whisk to the great unknown.
Hound couldn’t stop smiling. I started to sway with my music. My feet felt in tune with the pre chorus. It was just him and me.
But I was in my own world.
So baby don’t be surprised.
If I say yes so fast.
The music grew into a full band in my head.
Because ,
Never did I think that a man and a woman
Could love each other like a wolf to the moon.
And all I need is to know you howl
Because I’ll howl with you
If it meant staying with the moon and the stars.
I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, but it felt like nothing I felt before. The rush, the pride, the accomplishment, the pure happiness of my voice echoing around.
I think the excitement got to me because I was doing it. I didn’t have an audience but I got on that stage. I got on that stage and did what Aria said I would do.
I would shine.
I slowed down the last chorus, letting my voice turn vibrato, almost like I was howling like the song.
Corny? Maybe. But what is art but what you make of it.
Because ,
Never did I think that a man and a woman
Could love each other like a wolf to the moon.
And all I need is to know you howl
Because I’ll howl with you
If it meant staying with the moon and the stars.
I had my eyes closed for a while as I let the notes float out.
When my eyes fluttered open and the last note faded from my guitar string, I heard another sound that I never heard before.
Applause.
More lights revealed a huge crowd that shouted my name, clapping their hands and all. Tears started to well up in my eyes.
I saw the brothers, I saw Mama Mary and Hound’s dad, Sadie wiping tears away. I was confused
How?
When?
Why?
All my questions weren’t going to be answered right away.
Hound came up on stage with arms wide open. “I knew you could fucking do it.”
He gathered my face in his hands and pulled me into a possessive kiss. I could feel his happiness and his pride toward knowing that I did it. His hands gripped me tight. There were more hoots and hollers.
He quickly remembered that we were not alone.
He grabbed the mic, “Excuse me, ladies and gentleman. B.B come entertain these good people and the first round is on us.”
Before I could fight back or ask any more of my questions, he hoisted me over his shoulders and carried me off the stage and quickly to the back of the building. I’m guessing the office, but didn’t ask as a quick sound of a lock and a small growl before I’m kissed again.
“Hound, hold on baby. Before you give me whiplash.”
He brushed a hair behind my ear. That little mischievous smile on his face curled, “Wouldn’t want that.”
“You are too good to me, baby.”
“I beg to differ.”
My hand slid down his chest, I had one goal in mind because I deserved this, a release that has been building since I left the hospital. Hound never made it easy around the house looking like a fever smut dream and I couldn’t scratch that itch. It felt like the longest game of edge in my life. I thought I was ready to combust.
“You know, when someone does something this nice, this amazing, it must mean they deserve a reward. At least, that’s what you taught me,” I teased, as my hand played with his waist band to his jeans. Hound groaned under my touch.“Would my Hound Dog like a treat for being so good to his woman, his lover?”
He didn’t say anything but when he closed his eyes, I knew I had him under my thumb. I popped the button on his jeans, shimming them down his legs. The man was waiting for me, as if those dirty thoughts that swirled around his head traveled to his hardened cock. My fingers traced along his pelvis, the ripple of his muscles cascading down his body made my eyes widened with need.
I walked Hound back to the couch, having him sit as I sank down to my knees. My mouth watered for a taste of what I had been missing for weeks. This time it was going to be me that was hungry, aching for more.
My hand wrapped softly on his cock; he hissed at the simple touch. I could have had him explode in a matter of minutes, but I wanted my little revenge. “This is mine,” I growled with the same amount of possessiveness he showed me.
My tongue traced his tip, giving him the chance to be ready for what I wanted to unleash. I got his tip wet enough for a taste, but I set him off when I stared at him as I sank my mouth slowly down his length. I dared him to break contact, I wanted to watch him squirm, watch him reach for more.
I bobbed up and down as my hand followed up and down, circling around him. When he bucked his hips, I’d pull back and he’d groan, begging me again for my mouth. When he’d get close, when he tried to grab my hair to direct me, I’d pull back. I felt the ache of my own pleasure build, watching him come undone. His body told me everything I needed to know when the wet sounds of my own mouth mixed with my moans. I knew he was loving the sight of me becoming a messy slut for him.
I edged him.
I drove him mad with lust, like he was like a firework ready to take off. I rendered him quiet other than his moans and groans. For a split second, I thought I heard him whimper. For a moment, I wanted him to beg like he made me plenty of times.
The last time I pulled back, I grabbed his attention, gathered a load of spit that was dripping from me, allowing it to drip on his tip. Hound hissed out a “fuck”.
His muscles tensed when swallowed him whole, having him hit the back of my throat, hallowing my cheeks to drive him past the breaking point.
I was so lost in the power of feeling like a goddess that I didn’t notice him yanking me up off the ground.
No longer was the mess of a man but a crazed man that wanted to devour me. He kissed me hard and fast, tasting himself on my tongue.
He lifted me, whipping off the long dress I was wearing, ripping the panties that were soaked.
“My turn,” Hound growled as he impaled me with his wet cock. Between his cock and my soaked pussy, he slipped in quickly. My eyes rolled back, feeling full and needy. “Such a good girl for me, songbird?”
“Yours, always yours.”
“And only for me,” he groaned, “Show me how much you wanted this.” His hand traveled to my throat, giving me a light squeeze.
I wanted it for so long that I didn’t need instructions or commands, I was going to take. My hips took over, moving in a way that was just as much as a shock to me as it was to Hound. The tension kept building, reaching the top. I exploded when Hound’s other hand pressed on my throbbing clit, circling it, working me into a frenzy. I couldn’t stop, I kept moving, thrusting myself on his cock until I was clenching around him.
“Fuck, it feels too good,” I whimpered.
“That’s it,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear inside. “You gonna come for me?”
I nodded, before I knew it a cascade of tingles flowed through me. I screamed his name, taking every ounce of pleasure. Hound never stopped teasing my clit as he chased his own release, lifting me slightly to take control over his thrust. With a roar from him as he couldn’t take it any longer, he came hard. The warmth of his cum felt like my own reward, the sense of pride that I made him do that.
I was in control.
The thought of him succumbing to this feeling sent shivers down my spine to my pussy that was still filled by him. Sweat built between us, he pushed my waves out of my face, and the sweet sentimental look in his eyes ingrained in my brain. The soft smile, one of love, one of desire to keep each other.
“Beautiful,” he murmured before kissing my forehead.
“Fucking finally.” I giggled.
“Was I neglecting my little songbird,” Hound cooed.
I pouted. “Never do that to me again.”
Hound Dog kissed the edges of my mouth, “Then never try to die on me again.”
“And yet you still love me,” I said, wrapping one of my arms around his neck and playfully tugging on his beard.
“Always will. Loving you is one of the easiest things in my life.” Hound Dog said.
I guess there was nothing wrong with a little birdie loving a hound dog. A hound dog that wasn’t afraid to let the birdie fly to her own rhythm and show her the world could be hers.
A love that was stronger than any bullet. A love that was surrounded by music.