Hound

by KJ Dahlen

  Huffing out air, Hound played with the shot glass.

  “What you do is learn to use that Moore charm. Ease her into it. If there’s things needs to be done, take care of it. Let her know first and that you are just helping.”

  “Well, she says it is pity and charity.”

  “Yeah, she’s a proud one. If you hadn’t fallen drunk and in bed with her, I woulda wanted a daughter n law like her. All the ones I got are great women. This one is no different. It may have happened differently.” He narrowed his eyes at his son. “You got any real feelings for her, boy?”

  Hound let out a sigh. “It was all thrown on me, out of the dammed blue Dad. But yes, I have had flashes of something when I look at her.”

  “And she is sure might easy to look at.” Black Jack nodded. “I heard ya growling when they were all looking at her in that dress. So, there is jealousy and that’s a good sign.”

  “A sign of what Dad?”

  Black Jack patted his hand. “You’ll see. It’s a bit early. But remember, try to be more gentle, persuasive, romance her.”

  “Romance her?” Hound could not believe he was hearing this from Black Jack Moore.

  “Hell yeah, even if you just have a couple of candles and some...” His dad shook his head. “Just try to go easier without seeming to boss her. But then when in bed... You can be a bit bossier.” He sat back. “Well, I suppose you already know that part.” He laughed.

  “God dammit, Dad. Did you have to go there? I mean I’m not fourteen and need to have the talk. Come on.”

  “Yeah, maybe so. But you do need to know where to use that alpha male and when not to use it.”

  Hound had to agree. His dad was a bit eccentric but most of the time he was right. “I’ll try.”

  “I see and everyone could see that you wanna protect her and you openly claimed her. So all that was good moves. But if you aren’t careful, you are going to push her away by being and asshole.”

  “Well damn Dad, don’t hold back on anything.” Hound sighed. Asshole seemed to be what everyone had been calling him since the first time Sara said it at the Motel Six. “I did not do this. At least I don’t think I did. I’m just trying to do what is right. Yeah, I was slow to get at it, but I did own up.”

  Black Jack looked proud as he slapped his son’s back. “You manned up finally. Yes, you did.”

  Hound winced, as his dad’s slaps were powerhouse hits, only he never seemed to realize it.

  “So, go on and see her. I know you want to.” Black Jack gave him a wink.

  Hound shook his head and got up to head upstairs, his dad’s bellowing laughter following him.

  Molly had finally left.

  Sara was lying on the big bed that had one of the prettiest quilts that she had ever seen. She did feel better now after the shower. She wondered though how the woman could think she would be able to sleep after all that had happened today.

  Then again, she was still a mess. Like she’d been drugged, so she was tired.

  She sat upright. “That’s it!” She rubbed at her sore temples. “Drugged.”

  “What?”

  Sara jumped and looked over at the far end of the room. “Where... How did you get in here?”

  Hound shrugged. “We built this house with some extras.” He strolled over.

  Sara watched him and again admired his stride. Then she shook her head to get rid of this admiration. “We must have been drugged.”

  He sat on the bed. “Maybe.” He seemed to ponder on it. “Yeah, I never had a hangover like that before in my life.”

  “So-so you drink?”

  He looked over at her. “Not much. Dad just poured me a shot of his whiskey to have a ‘talk’ with me. But I really didn’t want it.” Shrugging, he went on, “Then one beer at Bennigan’s after my shift. That’s pretty much the extent of my drinking.”

  Oh...” Sara felt relieved because he if he drank a lot, she was outta here. She scoffed at her thought. They weren’t staying together anyway, so why care?

  “So, look. I’m going to do this right.” He scooted closer to her.

  Sara stared at him. “Do what?” she asked suspiciously.

  He laughed and shook his head. “Ok, yeah I deserve that. But I just want to apologize for the way I acted this morning and the way I treated you.”

  Sara tilted her head at him. Where was this coming from? Then it dawned on her. “Your dad and mom are making you apologize, right?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her.

  Ok so there was the Hound she had seen before. She felt vindicated.

  “No, they did not.”

  She stared at his face.

  “I know you have this impression of me that...well, that I am—”

  “Overbearing?” she asked.

  “Yeah and that I act like an—

  “Ass?” she again interrupted.

  Hound stilled and stared at her. Then he busted out laughing.

  His laughter startled her. She hadn’t expect him to be amused.

  Shaking his head he went on, “You sure are mouthy. But the fact is, we are married, we did consummate the marriage. We maybe were hoodwinked into it, but we can make the best of it.”

  Her eyes got rounder and rounder as he spoke. “You can’t be serious.”

  He stopped and looked at her. “I am.”

  “But you don’t even know me!”

  He nodded. “But I would like to.”

  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But this morning, you—“

  He placed his fingers to her lips. “I was apparently drugged and mean. I’m sorry for that.”

  Sara felt like she had just fallen into the twilight zone. “So, let me get this right...You want to stay married?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe? I mean we have to wait and see.”

  “Wait for what?” She tossed her hands up.

  “Let’s just get you through this mess at your house and get all your things to rights. Then there’s the matter of protecting you.”

  She blinked several times. “What?”

  Hound shook his head and took her hands into his. He stared into her eyes. “Someone wants to hurt you badly, Sara. Don’t you know that?”

  She stared right into that sea of blue and lost all thought for a few seconds. She shook her head, yeah a bad idea. “But the cops—“

  “Are gonna be where if someone breaks into that little house while you are there?”

  Sara never thought of it all this way. “So, are you saying I can’t live there?”

  “No, I’m not saying that but you can’t anyway for at least a week.”

  “Ok, then what?”

  “We wait and see.”

  “So I’m going to stay here?”

  He nodded. “For now, as it is safer. We built this house with extra features as I said.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He leaned closer while still holding her hands. “We are MC, Sara. We live lives that may bring danger. Oh, we all have legitimate businesses but MCs tend to draw a bad sort somehow.”

  “What are you trying to tell me?” She was utterly lost.

  “Just that here you will be protected.”

  “Then at work?”

  “I will be there all day.”

  “What?” she scooted back.

  “Yep.” Hound nodded. “Until we find out who is after you, I will be taking you to work. Then taking you home.”

  Sara sat up straighter. “Now wait just a damn minute, you can’t just take over my life!”

  Without warning, he grabbed her up.

  Sara gasped as her soft chest met his hard one.

  “We are together. Someone wants to hurt you. You are carrying the Moore name.” He then crushed her mouth with his.

  Sara fought him for a few seconds then heat coursed through her. Her body trembled as the kiss deepened and she kissed him back. Wow, the man could kiss!

  He finally moved his mouth from hers and he looked just as star
tled as she felt. “Damn...” He then smiled “I sure wish I could remember having you. I bet it was the sweetest thing ever.”

  Sara blinked. “You did not just say that.”

  He paused. “Yeah... I thought it, so I did say it.”

  Shaking her head, she asked, “So you often just blurt things out like that?”

  He cocked his head. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He patted her hand. “So you best get used to it.”

  Again, she stared. “Are you for real?”

  Hound chuckled and pinched his cheek pulling the skin out a little. “Do I look real?”

  All Sara could do was to stare.

  Shaking his head, he got up and pulled his shirt off.

  Sara stared some more. Yeah, he had all those tats and all those hard muscles she remembered from this morning, so she was speechless. He was just so built, a girl couldn’t help it if she got a little bothered, could she?

  He then sat and began tugging his boot off.

  Finally, the words came out of her mouth, “What are you doing?” she asked with a gasp.

  He tugged the last boot off. “Getting ready for some sleep.”

  “H-here?” she asked.

  “Yes, here.”

  “Um, no not here.”

  He turned his head to look at her. “Listen, I will be with you 24/7.”

  Her eyes widened. “No way!”

  “Yes, way. Until we know who is after you. I will be your constant companion.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, how many ways do you need to hear this?”

  “Ok so now the asshole is back,” she stated in frustration.

  He stared at her but instead of anger he raised his hand and smoothed his strong fingers down her cheek. “Husband, remember?” He then stood up and shucked his jeans off. He was now only wearing his boxer briefs.

  Sara looked the other way.

  He started to laugh. Then it got louder.

  Sara felt her cheeks heat up.

  “Come on, you saw all of me already!” He chuckled then sat on the bed. Next, he grabbed her up and scooted her up toward the headboard. Then he laid down pulled the quilt up over them both and spooned his hard warm body up against her.

  Sara lay there wide eyed and confused. He is crazy! But wow, is he warm. She did feel herself getting moist between her thighs. And why is it so dammed hot in here? Her eyes drooped. Still, she had always had a thing for this guy, even with circumstances like they were, she still could not believe she was here in bed with Hound. Her life had turned 180 degrees and her body was heating up by many degrees. How was she going to sleep with this man every night and not want to...?

  She let out a sigh, feeling too exhausted to ponder it. Yet, when she closed her eyes, all she saw was those blue eyes of his and she remembered how it felt to be kissed by him.

  Chapter Seven

  Hound felt it. It was soft and wet on his neck. He was so damn sleepy. He wondered why he would dream ... someone was kissing him. His eyes remained closed. If this was a dream, he wanted it to last, the sweetest mouth ever, the sweetest flavor too. Her lips were so plump, her velvety tongue matching his thrust for thrust as he kissed her. His hands roamed down and he felt those fantastic tits.

  Sara, yes, had to be. Maybe this was a memory of when he had her. He wanted her there was no doubt, but it all seemed so real. He went with it and reached down into her panties to stroke her clit with his fingers.

  She was kissing him wildly now, so he knew it was a dream. Sara wouldn’t do that, not the one he fell asleep with, she seemed to hate his guts at the moment. But dream Sara was bold as she reached into his briefs and grasped him.

  Yeah, he was hard, so hard. Just the scent of her arousal made him crazy.

  They both rolled around in the bed and before he realized it, he was between her thighs with his mouth wrapped around the most luscious nipple he ever sucked on. This woman was the woman of his dreams. He just wished Sara would do this with him for real.

  “Oh... Duggan...” she moaned aloud.

  His eyes snapped open and he was gazing down at Sara. He blinked several times. “Sara?”

  She opened her eyes. “Give me more, please?”

  He paused but she grabbed his head and kissed him again. He wondered if she was still asleep and dreaming. He kissed her back and once she grabbed his cock again, he knew there would be no stopping himself.

  She arched her hips. “Please?”

  He didn’t know if this was right but damn, he wanted it to be. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I just want it to be real. Not something we forgot.”

  He lowered his mouth to her nipple again and slipped his fingers inside her. Damn, she was so wet and so tight. His cock throbbed.

  He wondered no more as she kept begging.

  He parted her thighs and aimed his cock then pushed all the way in. She was so tight. It felt like heaven then he felt something odd, like he’d just broke through her—

  Sara screamed.

  His eyes widened. He raised his head up and looked down at her.

  “It hurt?” she stated in a mere whisper.

  He stared at her tears. “Oh, Sara I did not mean to hurt you. Fuck!” He went to pull back.

  “No, no please don’t... stay there, go all the way now.” She tugged him closer.

  Hound knew this had been all wrong, but it was too late. He found that despite the shock, he was still hard. Of course he was, with a tight pussy like hers gripping him, he would be.

  So he plunged in again and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  It felt so good to be inside her, like nothing he’d ever felt. Though he had to admit he had never...deflowered a virgin before. His mind spun with this realization even as he couldn’t seem to stop his body from delving into her again and again.

  Sara was panting, “Oh, ohhh.” Her body tightened as he reached down and stroked her clit.

  She climaxed hard as her body arched and she seemed to lose her breath.

  The gripping now became extreme and he came with her.

  They were both breathless as she hung onto him.

  His body nearly collapsed he had come so hard. He rested his cheek against hers. “So fucking sweet.”

  Sara was crying now.

  Hound rose up. “I’m—I...” He sighed and wiped her tears away. What could he say?

  “I-I thought...” She hiccupped. ‘That...”

  “I know. Me too. I never would have...I mean I thought I already did.”

  She put her arms around his neck. “I’m the one to blame not you. I was dreaming about you, I could see your eyes and that kiss and suddenly, I was kissing you.”

  He pulled out, her pussy was still so tight. Then he looked down and in the low light, and saw the blood.

  “I-I was still a virgin,” she stated the obvious.

  Hound rose up and grabbed the tissue box then went to clean between her legs. “Well, we’ve done it now.”

  She sighed.

  “Hey,” he said. “We already thought so.”

  “But, now it is consummated....” She cried.

  Shaking his head, he continued to clean her thighs now. “It will be okay.”

  “How? I mean Hound... truly, you can’t say you were looking to get married.”

  “No, but...maybe I should have been.”

  Sara fell silent for a long moment then asked, “Why? Why should you?”

  “My brothers say I do the same thing over and over and I never thought about it before. But I was just existing, not living.”

  “And you think being married to me will do what?”

  He laughed and scooted up to her. Grabbing her, he pulled her tight to him. “Well, you’re a challenge. Sassy as hell and a pain in my ass.”

  Sara paused. “Gee, what compliments.” Then she sighed.” That was what my grandparents called me.”

  “A pain in the ass?”

  She scoffed. “No! Sassy!”

  “Yeah...
” He chuckled. “I can see that as a good name for you all right.”

  “So... we are really married now. If...” Her voice fell away.

  “Shhh,” he shushed her. “Look. You were mine already. I claimed you. No going back.”

  Sara let out a long sigh. “You know it felt wonderful after though Wow. I never knew.”

  “It did and when we get the chance I will show you it can be even better.”

  “Better? I flew apart and then was put back together again. I never orgasmed like that before.”

  He paused. “You... You have orgasmed?”

  “Yes. Of course. I mean...” Her voice fell away.

  “What? Tell me.”

  “I have a vibrator and I would have a picture of the man in my head.”

  Hound felt his body go stiff with jealousy. “What man?” he growled.

  Sara remained silent.

  “Hey. If there was a man, you had picked out. I mean—“

  “YOU!” she cut him off. “It was you Hound. I would stare at you every day at the shop and so...”

  Hound smiled. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” she admitted. “I love your ass in those jeans and the way you walk? Man...”

  He was now grinning. “How come I never knew?”

  “Oh, you were too busy acting cool and staring at my muffins to notice me.”

  “That’s not true!” He laughed. “Well ok. I did stare at those muffins. I mean I am only human ya know? But dammit, I looked at you too.”

  “No. You did not!”

  “I did. Yep. I wondered so many times what those tits would feel like being in my hands and what they would taste like in my mouth.”

  “Oh...” She sounded breathless.

  Hound reached under her t-shirt. And grasped one breast. “Yes, sweet, so curvy all of you. Dammed right I noticed.”

  “Then why didn’t you?”

  “You would never look at me. That’s why. I would try to engage you and nothing. You would never look me in the eyes. So, a guy gets the hint eventually.”

  “No. I was avoiding it on purpose.”

  When she did not explain, he asked, “Why?”

  “I’m not going to tell you.”

  He smiled. “You will though.”

  “Nope.” she popped the p in nope.

  He chuckled. “You just wait. I will get it out of you.”