Damaged and the Bulldog

by Bijou Hunter

  His cock was hard against my thigh and I shuddered at the thought of it inside me. No way was I strong enough to handle sex. Yet I refused to stop with Dylan. Never did I dream I could want this kind of closeness and my body demanded more.

  Dylan’s tongue grazed the tips of my already hard nipples. I squirmed under his touch. He paused, waiting for me to stop him. Instead, I stroked his back.

  “Feels so good,” I moaned.

  Dylan responded by sucking my left nipple into his hot mouth. The pleasure was so intense I nearly jumped off the bed. His wet mouth sucked at my nipple, licking and nipping at the hard flesh.

  My hips wiggling, I laughed at how amazing his touch felt. When Dylan returned to my lips, he was smiling.

  “Now,” I whispered, my hips searching for him.

  Dylan didn’t hesitate, but he was still tender. Teasing between my legs, he tested how wet I was before pressing his cock against me.

  “I want you.”

  “Hell yeah, you do,” he said, sucking at my lips.

  The feel of him filling and stretching me brought on a powerful panic. As if sensing my fear, Dylan paused once I was full. His finger teased my nipples and let me adjust to the feel of him.

  “You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

  Lifting my hips, I smiled at the way he groaned. “You’re Dylan and this is my choice.”

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you, Dylan. You feel perfect inside me.”

  I wasn’t lying either. I knew the man on top of me was Dylan. He was the one moving inside me. I loved Dylan and wasn’t afraid.

  Chapter Twenty Six ~ Dylan

  Winnie laughed when she orgasmed. The first time it happened, I was startled. Normally, a chick laughing in bed was a bad sign of a guy’s ability. Winnie sounded joyous though. She clung to me and giggled until tears ran down her face. I kissed them away while moving faster inside her.

  “I love you,” I whispered in her ear as I came hard.

  Legs wrapped around my hips, Winnie giggled again. She was so happy that I laughed too. The sound of her joy was infectious. Winnie didn’t want to let me go, but I finally climbed off her.

  Immediately, she was in my arms, her hand caressing everything in reach until settling on my cock.

  “That was so amazing. You’re mine and I’m keeping you.”

  Laughing, I wrapped an arm around her while she stroked me. “I’m your slave, Winona Todds.”

  “I was so nervous that I’d remember bad stuff. Instead, I stayed here with you the whole time.”

  “You were perfect,” I murmured, kissing her softly. “I’m proud of you too. I should warn you though. If you keep stroking my cock like that, I’m going to need you again.”

  “That’s the plan. I want to feel good again. I deserve that,” she said, revealing a hint of anger. “I gave other people pleasure. They took and never gave me anything. I thought it would never be any different, but you’re special. You’re my chance and I want more.”

  My cock grew hard and long from her steady stroking. Winnie watched me in the darkness and we shared a smile.

  When my hand teased her soft round ass, Winnie sighed. “Touch me,” she whispered, pressing my other hand on her tit. “Make me beg for it.”

  Smiling, I rolled her nipple between my fingers until Winnie turned to liquid against me.

  “Dylan,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  “There’s the begging I was waiting for,” I said, resting her onto her back. “Winnie, you are so wet.”

  “I want you inside me,” she moaned as I stroked her with my cock.

  “Help me put on the condom,” I said. “Your fingers feel so good on my cock.” Winnie rolled the condom over my erection. “See how hard you make me, baby?”

  Winnie lifted her gaze from my cock to my face. Smiling, she wiggled her hips, waiting for me to fill her. Her expression shifted from excited anticipation to pure bliss.

  More than once, Winnie gasped in the darkness. Was she in pain or scared? Were her past memories causing her to lose control? Whenever I stopped though, she caressed a part of me and even squeezed my ass. Then I knew she was losing control in the best way.

  Winnie was perfection and I couldn’t get enough of her. The intoxicating flavor of her skin and lips made me crazy. Her wet pussy clenched at my cock, wanting more. Winnie whimpered for me to fuck her harder when she knew I was close to coming.

  Twice, I thought we should rest. I didn’t want to push Winnie too far. Her hands teased my cock while her lips sucked at skin. Winnie was irresistible and I couldn’t deny her. Though the lights remained off, we explored and fucked until exhausted.

  I waited until Winnie fell asleep before closing my eyes. My neighbors were having a party next door which I didn’t notice until I tried to sleep. Earlier, my focus remained on Winnie, her every curve, what made her body squirm, how to make her come for me. With her resting comfortably, I grew annoyed by the steady beat of the stereo.

  Eventually, I stopped worrying about the noises next door and listened to Winnie’s soft breathing. Her hair smelled like flowers and I cuddled closer until sleep took me too.

  Hours passed and the party ended long before I heard Winnie crying out in the dark room. Switching on the light, I tried to wake up enough to understand what she was saying.

  “I’m here,” she whimpered. “I’m here.”

  “Winnie, it’s okay,” I said, wrapping her shaking body in my arms. “Do you want me to call your parents?”

  “I’m here,” she said, looking at me with wide frightened eyes. “I’m here.”

  “I see you,” I said, panicked at how to fix the terror in her eyes. “You’re Winnie Todds and I see you.”

  Winnie stared at me until her breathing slowed. “I live in Ellsberg. I have a family.”

  “Yes,” I said, wiping her forehead. “Do you want me to get your Cookie Monster?”

  “You’re Dylan. You love me.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  Winnie glanced at her bag and I thought she might want the doll. She focused back on my face and sighed.

  “I had a dream I was back with the Vandals. The lady at the door said she heard a girl in the room, but Sugar Bum said no girls were there. I was there though. I was in the foot locker and I wanted the lady to find me. I’m here now and you see me.”

  Winnie sat up and looked around. “Your walls are so white.”

  “We’ll paint,” I mumbled, stuck between asleep and awake. “Are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?”

  Shaking her head, Winnie rested back into bed. “I don’t need anything. I have you and that was just a dream. Even if it happened, it’s over. I’m not back there and you see me.”

  “Always,” I said, pulling the covers back over us.

  “I hated the foot locker. If I made a noise like a sneeze, someone would say it must be a ghost because no one was there. I forgot I was real after awhile, but I know now.”

  Hot rage rushed up from my gut. I wanted to know more. Mostly I wanted to punish the ones who hurt her except the fuckers were dead. My blood lust had nowhere to go.

  Winnie’s eyes were still open, but they didn’t see me. When I took her hand, she squeezed it.

  “When I was a kid,” I whispered, “my parents had parties constantly. Dinner parties, pool parties, costume parties, it never stopped. People were always at our house, drinking and laughing. I wasn’t allowed to be around the guests, so I would sit in the hallway upstairs and stare down at the laughing losers. I hated them for being in my house. For being loud when I was trying to sleep. For keeping my parents from paying attention to me. I used to think it was the guests’ fault, but I was just stupid. My parents didn’t care about me whether guests were over or not.”

  Caressing Winnie’s cheek, I loved how her lips curved into a smile. A girl who hated being touched found pleasure in my embrace.

  “I know my childhood crap isn’t
like yours,” I said, as her eyes struggled to remain open. “I just wanted you to know I understand what it feels like to be invisible.”

  Winnie squeezed my hand. “I see you,” she whispered as her eyes closed and remained that way.

  Chapter Twenty Seven ~ Winnie

  Waking next to Dylan, I felt refreshed. The darkness from my past wanted to claw its way back into my life except I shoved those painful memories back where they belonged. I might never be truly free. Fear might always taunt me around the edges. Yet I was stronger now than I’d ever been.

  Dylan slept soundly next to me. I wanted him to wake up and talk to me. My fingers ached to touch him, but I kept my mouth shut and hands to myself.

  On his upper arm was a tattoo of a demon. I imagined the angry young man who wanted such an ugly symbol on his flesh. Did the demon represent his father? When he rolled onto his stomach, I studied the bulldog Aaron tatted on Dylan’s other arm. The dog had dark sad eyes like Dylan’s after I freaked out days earlier.

  An hour later, Dylan awoke and gave me a sleepy smile. He was so relaxed after a night of lovemaking.

  “Hey, beautiful, have you been up long?” he asked, kissing my cheek.

  “You worry too much about morning breath. Or is it my morning breath you’re worried about?”

  Dylan responded by kissing me long and deep. Once my hands went to his chest and scratched the flesh gently, I felt him harden against my leg.

  “Too soon?” he mumbled against my lips.

  Grinning, I whispered. “I’ve been up for an hour.”

  Dylan shared my smile while reaching for the condoms. “You’re so beautiful in the morning.”

  I pulled back the covers and let myself look at all his naked flesh. Noticing a scar on Dylan’s inner thigh, I sat up and ran my fingers over it. His cock twitched, excited at my hand’s proximity. I gave it a soft caress then looked back at Dylan.

  “How did you get the scar?”

  Tearing open the condom wrapper, Dylan held my gaze. “I was hit by a car while riding my bike. I was ten and the bone broke through the skin.”

  I returned my gaze to the scar then smiled as Dylan unrolled the condom over his thick cock.

  “I want to be on top, but I’m nervous.”

  “Later then,” Dylan said, pressing me gently back on the bed. “Let’s worry about getting you nice and wet for me first.”

  Smiling, I looked down at where his fingers teased between my legs. When he licked at my nipple, I relaxed and watched him.

  Sex in the bright morning sun seemed awful. Now I was fascinated with the way my body responded to his touch. I never saw my nipples grow so thick and hard. My pussy was hot and damp when his fingers entered me. I watched him taste me and I wanted to taste too.

  Everything was so amazing. Magical really. My eyes took in the sight of his muscles flexing on his arms and chest as he propped himself over me. The way his hips moved when he thrust in and out of me. The look on his face when I came for him. The smile on his lips when I teased my nipples at his command. The expression in his eyes when he came after fucking me good and hard. Yes, magical was the right word.

  Showering, we took turns soaping up each other. I spent a lot of time cleaning Dylan’s chest. He did the same with me. We were so clean afterwards that another condom was necessary.

  Finally, we dressed and headed to Kirk Johansson’s house outside of town. The weather was breezy, but warmer than normal. We decided to take Dylan’s Harley. I wrapped my arms around his waist and daydreamed about all the little moments we shared the last twenty four hours. I couldn’t imagine changing a single thing.

  We arrived at the house to find Cooper and Judd were drinking coffee outside on the deck. They wore camouflage and face paint. Feet away from the men, Vaughn applied paint to Harlow’s face. My sister glanced at me, but her expression was unreadable.

  Dylan peeled off to talk with Judd while I walked inside to see the girls. The minute Bailey saw me, she, the Smith sisters, and Raven shepherded me into the kitchen where Sawyer played on a PS2.

  “Did you doink?” Bailey asked, covering Sawyer’s ears.

  “Yes. Should she be here?”

  “I’m mature. Smarter than her too,” Sawyer said, gesturing to her sister. “Too smart to hear about gross stuff. I want to hear about shooting people with paintballs.”

  Once Sawyer walked away and disappeared outside, everyone turned back to me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. It was great. I barely freaked out at all.”

  “Define freak out,” Raven said, crossing her arms. “Did bro try something weird? I’m not sure I can handle details, but I’m too curious not to ask.”

  “Dylan is amazing.”

  “Eww,” Raven said, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “I tried your sex talk, by the way, and he wasn’t very impressed. The inside me thing was good though.”

  “Of course, it was. You probably said the rest of it wrong. The magic of the words is in the delivery.”

  Tawny rolled her eyes. “Hush, about your moves,” she said then turned back to me. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I don’t know if I’ll have issues later or something, but I had just one bad dream and Dylan helped me feel okay after it. I slept really good afterwards. I feel great really.”

  “Sex with the right guy makes all the difference,” Bailey said, clearly thinking about Nick.

  “So what’s going to happen with the paintball game? Will they get hurt?”

  “Oh, they’ll get hurt,” Bailey muttered. “These are stupid men we’re talking about.”

  “Vaughn isn’t stupid,” Raven said immediately.

  “Harlow isn’t a man,” I added.

  “Chill, bitches.”

  Farah changed seats to sit closer to me. “I’m proud of you. With Cooper, I didn’t handle things so well.”

  “Cooper’s a douche,” Bailey said, standing up and walking away.

  Raven sighed. “I’ll mock her into submission.”

  I watched as Raven started chasing Bailey around the house. They ran upstairs and I frowned at how loud the two of them could be.

  “I had a lot of therapy,” I told Farah and Tawny. “My family built my confidence all these years and Dylan was ready to help me. You didn’t have that.”

  Tawny glanced at her sister. “Therapy is hard sometimes. I still think it helps because I can’t hide from the ugly stuff anymore.”

  Farah stared at her hands. “I’m afraid if I start talking about the ugly stuff that it’ll be all I see.”

  Cradling the hands she was focused on, I wanted to help Farah like she helped me.

  “You have a life with a lot of beautiful things that’ll distract you. A husband, Tawny, a baby on the way, friends, a new family, school. All of the beautiful will help you remain in the present while remembering the ugly things from your past.”

  “Maybe you can wait to talk about the ugly stuff until after the baby comes,” Tawny suggested. “Get used to talking to the therapist first. I know you’re nervous about the baby, so talk about that for a while.”

  Farah glanced between her sister and me. “I want to try. I’m scared, but I want to be strong for my daughter. I don’t want to raise her to ignore bad things like our parents did with us.”

  As Tawny hugged her sister, I lifted my gaze to see my sister watching us. She looked adorable in her military garb, complete with face paint. I couldn’t help smiling at her, but she seemed uneasy.

  When I walked towards her, Harlow headed outside. I followed until we stood on a section of the deck where the others couldn’t hear us.

  “Dylan is a good guy,” Harlow said like she needed convincing.

  Fixing loose blonde hairs from her ponytail, I nodded. “Not everyone needs to be powerful like you do. Some of us want to find a place where we fit. We just need to feel safe and I do with Dylan. For a long time, I fit by hiding in the safety of our house and famil
y. Now I want to build something bigger.”

  Looking younger than usual, Harlow watched me with a frown. I continued, hoping to make her understand.

  “I used to think I was lucky for anything I got. When the Devils came here, I figured ending up dead made sense. I was never going to do anything with my life anyway. I didn’t die though. Because of you, I got another chance. So I started wondering what to do with it. Dylan is what I want.”

  Harlow’s frown darkened. “I don’t want what you have.”

  “I know. Mom and Dad do too. Everyone is okay with that except you.”

  “I need to do something else. I just don’t know what.”

  “I’m a small town girl,” I said, taking her hand. “I dream of a future of visiting Mom and Dad for family dinners. Bowling nights and barbecues with the crew. Mani/pedis with the girls. I am even thinking that I could have kids one day. With Dylan, I dream of things I couldn’t imagine before.”

  “Are you really okay?”

  Glancing around, I leaned forward. “The sex was really good. As long as I remembered I was with Dylan, I loved being touched. That’s why I know he’s special. I really believe I can have a bigger life than I dreamed.”

  “I don’t want any guy touching me ever,” Harlow said, sounding like a stubborn kid.

  “Dylan and me having sex doesn’t mean you need a boyfriend. You’re you and I’m me. We’re sisters and best friends, but we’re not the same person.”

  Harlow rolled her eyes. “You’re talking down to me.”

  “Well, you’re being a baby.”

  Smiling now, Harlow hugged me. “I was worried about you all night. I didn’t think you were ready.”

  “I know.”

  “But Dylan helps you be strong.”

  I nodded. “Some people can stand alone like you. Others need people to help them like me.”

  Harlow stared at me and I waited for her to say the words. “I’m on the outside. Everyone is with someone. I don’t want that, so I’m the single girl they all endure.”

  “You think too much, but still get things wrong.” Harlow rolled her eyes, but remained bothered. “You’re not even twenty. No one expects you to be with anyone. Mom and Dad were in their thirties when they found each other. Everyone is different. Once you find the right person, you’ll know it. Until then, there’s no forcing it.”