Junkyard Dog

by Hunter, Bijou

  THIRTY - HAYES

  Candy and I can’t get comfortable in her bed. Once in the room, I strip down to my boxers and consider going commando. She looks at me and shakes her head. I watch her remove her robe. She’s wearing a simple, pink sleeveless nightgown, and I instantly wonder if we can fuck quiet enough to keep the kids from interrupting.

  “No,” Candy says, crossing her arms. “Never going to happen.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, climbing onto her California king-sized bed.

  “Look, it’s your fault really,” she says, joining me on the bed. “If you were a lousy lay, I could keep quiet while you fucked me.”

  “I could probably do a shitty job if I tried. Get naked and we’ll give it a shot.”

  Candy shakes her head and slides under the covers. “Tomorrow, the kids will go to school, and we’ll have the house to ourselves. We could stick my cell in their room and record to see if it picks up our grunts and groans.”

  Resting on my side, I lean my head on my hand while my other one caresses her face. “Your problem-solving skills is one reason you’re a great assistant.”

  Candy studies me. “I thought we might be over.”

  “I never considered that.”

  “Because you always get what you want?”

  Smiling, I lean over and give her a quick kiss. “Do you always sleep this early?”

  “Sure.”

  “No wonder you’re so damn perky in the morning.”

  “Will Nightmare be okay alone at your house?”

  “Yeah, he has a doggy door, plenty of food and water, and even knows how to hit the remote if he wants to watch TV.”

  “Smart dog.”

  “He’s getting old. I don’t know what I’ll do when he kicks the bucket. I’ve had him for so long that any new dog will feel like a fucking loser in comparison.”

  Candy scoots a little closer. “He’s not that old yet, is he?”

  “No, I guess not. He probably has a handful of years left.”

  “Then why worry?”

  “Because that’s what I do. I take care of what’s mine.”

  “Yes, you do,” she softly says, kissing my hand. “I know this wasn’t your idea of a makeup sleepover, but life never promised you a rose garden. Now go to sleep so I can sleep. Tomorrow we'll do the makeup thing right.”

  “I’m so bossy I forget how bossy you can get.”

  Candy grins and turns over to switch off the light. The room isn’t completely dark. Between the moonlight and a hallway nightlight, I see her clearly. Having slept like shit the last few nights, I figure I’ll crash quickly and sleep like the dead.

  With fucking, we have great chemistry. However in the simple task of sleeping, we can’t find a rhythm. She rolls into me at one point. Later, my arm stretches out and lands on her head. We kick each other, shove one another nearly off the bed, and steal the covers back and forth.

  “I’ve never shared a bed with a man before,” Candy complains at two in the morning.

  “Not even with Eddison?”

  “He’s a man, so no,” she mumbles.

  “You might be a morning person, but you’re a bitch this early in the morning.”

  “You nearly broke my face an hour ago.”

  “Well, I’m accustomed to having a bed to myself.”

  “Bed hog.”

  “Bed slut.”

  Candy laughs and climbs out of the bed. I wonder if this is when she orders me to sleep on her tiny couch downstairs. I’d rather sleep on the damn floor. Candy leaves the room, returning a few minutes later. She throws a second blanket at me and dumps a long pillow on the bed.

  “I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch,” I say instantly.

  “No shit, boss. You’d kill my poor couch.”

  Candy crawls into bed and yanks the first blanket to her side.

  “That’s your blanket, and this is mine. Stop hogging.”

  “Is this my pillow too?” I ask, patting the long pillow.

  “No,” she says, pressing it between us. “The body pillow will act as a buffer. I used it with the kids when they were little and would dig their little feet into my legs.”

  “This is sexy,” I tease, getting comfortable.

  Candy smiles at me in the darkness. “I’m glad you’re the first man I’ve had sleep over.”

  Her words make me feel protective of her in a new way. This is all new. I’m her first. In my gut, I know I’ll be her last too.

  “I’m a fast learner,” I whisper. “I’ll figure out how to sleep in here without beating the shit out of you.”

  “I know,” she says, patting my cheek. “I’d kiss you, but you’re looking a little too irresistible, and I’m too tired to get sweaty.”

  “Fucking tease.”

  Candy laughs and rolls over, so her back faces me. My fingers play with her hair, but she ignores me and soon she’s sleeping comfortably.

  I imagine her in bed with her kids climbing on her, playing with her hair, and moving around constantly. She has the mom routine down, but she’s rusty with the girlfriend role.

  I crash after an hour of watching Candy sleep. Her soft breathing soothes my awkwardness at being in a strange place.

  Candy’s alarm is an obnoxious song called Good Morning. I’m ready to punch the singer in the face when Candy rolls over and turns it off. Then she rolls over and rests her hand on my chest. My anger disappears, and I smile. Seeing her when I wake up makes up for the stupid alarm.

  “Good morning. I’ll turn on the coffee and get the kids up,” she says, looking at me with sleepy eyes. “You can shower if you want, but it might be tight in there.”

  “I’ll manage. The world has always been too small for me.”

  Candy grins, and I realize she really is a morning person. Her sleepy gaze is already brightening. I watch her grab her robe and head downstairs. A few minutes later, I smell coffee brewing and hear kids whining.

  Forcing myself out of bed, I shut the door and then check out the small adjoining bathroom. Candy wasn’t kidding about the tight shower. I end up washing my face and pits rather than trying to fit into the stall.

  Downstairs, I find Candy still in her pjs and the kids dressed for school.

  “Coffee,” she says, placing a cup at the kitchen table for me. “Would you mind hanging out while I take a shower?”

  I agree with a head gesture since I’ll need a few cups of coffee before I feel like talking to anyone. Candy hurries upstairs to clean up while the kids eat their cereal and watch the living room TV. A few minutes pass before I realize they’re staring at me.

  “We got a cat,” Chipper says, digging into his bowl of Apple Jacks.

  “Where was the cat last night?”

  “She doesn’t like when people knock on the door.”

  “She’s a scaredy-cat,” Cricket announces.

  The twins snicker, and I smile at how easily amused they are. Kids on TV are always so obnoxious. I like how these two find the simplest shit hilarious. They whisper to each other for a few minutes while I finish one cup of hot coffee and hurry to down another.

  “What’s the cat’s name?” I ask, feeling like an asshole for ignoring them.

  “Bad Dream,” Cricket says, staring at me with eyes I know well.

  “You look so much like your mother,” I mumble without thinking.

  “You like her,” Cricket teases and then smiles at Chipper. “Hayes and Mom sitting in a tree.”

  “Don’t sing in the morning. It makes my brain hurt.”

  “Do you think Mom is beautiful?” Chipper asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you love her?” Cricket asks.

  “Yes,” I say and then add, “But don’t tell your mom.”

  “I’m good at keeping secrets,” Chipper says. “Cricket isn’t.”

  Mouth full of cereal, the little girl nods. “I like telling people stuff.”

  “Don’t tell your mom what I said.”<
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  “I’ll try, but I can’t promise. I have a big mouth.”

  “So does your mom.”

  The twins laugh and look at the gray and black cat slinking near the doorway. I’m relieved to change the subject from Candy and love.

  “What’s the cat’s real name?”

  “Dreamy.”

  “You’re messing with me.”

  The twins shake their heads, thoroughly creeping me out with their identical movements.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what,” Cricket says, staring widely at me. “Are you scared?”

  Chipper laughs and then she laughs. Finally, I give in and smile. They’re annoying, but I like them. I’ll like them more if they don’t snitch me out to Candy.

  “There you are,” Candy says, picking up the cat. “Where were you hiding all night?”

  I enjoy the sight of Candy with her damp hair and fresh face.

  “Will Hayes be here when we get home from school?” Cricket asks her mother.

  Candy shrugs. “I don’t know. Is your schoolwork in your backpack?”

  The twins lose interest in me and begin whining about having to make up a math test. I’m glad to have the heat off me. I’ve never been a social person in the morning. As a kid, my teachers left me alone for the first hour of school or else I’d end up in the principal’s office for being an asshole.

  Candy glances at me a few times, but her focus remains on preparing the kids for school. I watch her tie Cricket’s hair into a ponytail. She has such a soft touch when she wants. I admire her tenderness with her children and think again how she’ll make a perfect mother to my kid. She has all the qualities I loved in my mom along with the spunkiness and toughness mine lacked.

  I end up alone in the house with a skittish cat and the morning news on the TV. After checking my phone, I relax on the couch I refused to sleep on the night before.

  Finding it rather comfortable, I doze until Candy returns home. I open my eyes to find her wearing a grin.

  “We have the house to ourselves,” she says, sliding out of her jacket. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

  Candy hurries upstairs, and I have to roll awkwardly off the couch to follow her. By the time I lumber up to her room, she’s stripped down to her bra and panties.

  “I’ll set up the recorder in the next room,” Candy says, sliding past me with a quick graze of her hip against my crotch. “I want to see how loud I am.”

  “Pretty loud,” I tease, pulling off my shirt.

  Candy returns when I’m stretched out naked on the bed. “Wow, I forgot how impressive you are.”

  “Take off your bra so I can say the same to you.”

  Her smile makes me feel like a fucking stud before I even touch her. Candy climbs onto the bed and gives my hard cock a slow lick from balls to head.

  “You keep teasing, but I still haven’t gotten a single blowjob,” I say as she straddles me.

  “Big dicks cause big problems,” she says, laughing at her comment.

  I cup her jiggling tits, but Candy doesn’t stop giggling about my dick. Only when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth does she get quiet.

  “If the first guy I ever fucked was as good as you,” she murmurs while running her fingers through my hair, “I’d have become a fuck junkie.”

  “Shitty lay, huh?” I ask, nuzzling my face between her tits.

  “Yes. I figured it was just because I was inexperienced. The next guy was boring too. I tried twice more before realizing I just didn’t like sex. A lack of romance led me to Toby and the kids and eventually you. I should send those crappy lovers a thank you gift card. I’m thinking Kmart would suit them.”

  Candy barely gets the last word out before she lets out a groan. The head of my cock finds her waiting slit and parts the flesh with a hard nudge. She gazes down to where our bodies come together and then looks in my eyes. Her expression is so accepting I nearly proclaim my love and make things very awkward. Fortunately, she tightens her pussy about my cock, and my balls cry out in approval. The emotional stuff falls away, and we’re simply two people searching for relief.

  THIRTY ONE - CANDY

  After our morning romp at my house, we stop for breakfast and then stop by a few businesses so Hayes can scare people. Hungry again, he insists we have lunch. Finally, we end up at his office where we have nothing to do for the afternoon.

  Hayes sits in the spare chair in the front office and stares at me while I surf the web. I glance at him, but he shows no reaction. I return to looking for Christmas gifts. We picked up Nightmare earlier, and now he stares at Hayes.

  “Don’t you have work to do?” I ask without looking at Hayes.

  “I’m brainstorming.”

  Grinning, I glance at him again. “Brainstorming is sexy on you, boss.”

  “How sexy?”

  I turn in my chair and slide to the ground where I crawl to where a grinning Hayes waits.

  “Very sexy,” I murmur, resting between his spread legs. “So very sexy.”

  I lick the seam of his jeans and Hayes fucking shivers. Grinning at him, I do it again.

  “I thought you refused to give me a blowjob.”

  “I do. It’s too big, and I’m afraid to die.”

  Hayes throws his head back and laughs. The sound catches in his throat when I suck at his bulge.

  “Candy, don’t play. People could walk in here.”

  “Are you shy about showing your dick?” I ask, laughing before I finish speaking. “A shy Angus Hayes would be a sight.”

  Hayes plays with my hair while I nuzzle my lips against his crotch.

  “This isn’t the time,” he says in such a gentle tone.

  My gaze meets his and I understand. “You care about me,” I say, standing slowly. “How adorable.”

  Hayes pulls me into his lap and sucks hard at my throat. I cry out and then moan approvingly. His arms remain wrapped around my waist, and I wonder if the chair will crumble under our weight.

  “I do care,” he says, lifting a brow as if daring me to challenge him.

  “A lot?” I ask, deciding to challenge him.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you think you could ever love me?” I push because I have no work to do for the day and having a big argument would give me something to do.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “In this century?”

  “Could you love me?”

  “No,” I say, instantly laughing. “Okay, yes, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I could never love you, but you hardcore loved me? Man, that would be great.”

  Hayes rolls his eyes. “Why exactly would that be great?”

  “Because you’re used to getting what you want, and I’d be the one thing you couldn’t have. I’d love to have the power to break your fucking heart,” I say, caressing his furrowed brow. “No worries, boss. I’m pretty hardcore into you, so your heart is safe.”

  Hayes cups my neck and pulls me closer for a kiss. His lips are tentative, and I sense he plans to say something heartfelt.

  “That’s good to know,” he says instead.

  “You’re a careful man.”

  Lips an inch from mine, he smirks. “That I am, but I know what I want.”

  “And you get what you want.”

  “That I do, Candy Wilburn.”

  We play tongue tango for twenty minutes before Hayes tenses in my arms. I hear the approaching motorcycles too, but I just keep sucking on his lips. He adjusts until I nearly fall off his lap.

  “You could have asked me to get up,” I mutter, steadying myself.

  “I didn’t want to be rude.”

  Laughing, I follow him to the front door where the motorcycles rumble in the parking lot. Hayes gets bigger next to me. Turning into an angry bear man, he’s ready to tear someone a new asshole. I look at the two blond bikers idling next to Hayes’s truck and think about how I’ve never been into fair-haired men.

  Hayes disappears into the back office and return
s carrying a shotgun.

  “What the hell?” I ask as he storms to the front door.

  “Stay in here.”

  “No way. I got your back.”

  Hayes prepares to tell me to do what he fucking says, but I see by his expression he knows he’ll be wasting his time.

  “Get behind me then.”

  I grab my purse and dig around inside. “I’ll get my pepper spray.”

  “I’m not messing around,” he growls.

  “Neither am I.”

  I show him my little pepper spray bottle. Hayes frowns at me and then looks at the waiting men.

  “Don’t say anything.”

  “Should you go out there when you’re sporting a woody? You tend to be overly aggressive when your dick’s hard.”

  “Say nothing,” he repeats, adjusting his pants. “Not a fucking thing or you’re fired.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  Hayes gives me one final pissy look before he storms outside waving his shotgun and a hard-on. I follow after him with my pepper spray and damp panties.

  “Turn them off,” Hayes orders the men.

  Once the motorcycles fall silent, Hayes rests the shotgun on his shoulder.

  “Why are you here?”

  “We’re missing one of our people Thought you might know where to locate his shallow grave,” the man on the left asks, and I realize they’re identical twins.

  “I haven’t dug any in the last few weeks. If he disappeared longer than that, my memory is sketchy.”

  “Is this your latest assistant?” the other man asks. “She keeps hanging up on us when we call.”

  Hayes glances back at me, and I shrug.

  “They must have sounded like whiny bitches, and I won’t let you waste your time talking to those sorts.”

  The twins grin but Hayes remains in angry asshole mode.

  “Candy Girl,” one of them says, giving me a wink.

  Hayes literally growls like a dog before growling actual words. “Dayton, if you keep eyeballing her, I’ll tear off your head and send it to your mother.”