Pam got into a room about an hour ago at CAMC Women and Children's Hospital. Hound and I are in the waiting area outside of labor and delivery drinking shitty vending machine coffee. I know he’s waiting for me to start talking now that the party is over. I don’t know where to start. Hound cares about me but there are some things people can’t get past.
The elevator door opens and out steps Zoe classy as ever. Her gaze hits Hound and she smiles until she notices I’m sitting with him. She’s like the anti-biker babe and more like a Sunday school teacher. She’s wearing a pink poodle skirt and saddleback shoes. There’s even a pink ribbon tied in her hair for fuck’s sake.
“Well, that didn’t take long. Good to know you weren’t as serious as you claimed.”
Hound’s head snaps up. “I’m not doing this with you. You ended it. I don’t owe you any explanations.”
“That might be true, but I didn’t expect you to just give up and jump straight into bed with your next conquest.”
“You were playing games,” his voice goes scary calm and not in a good way. “Told you straight up where my head was. You made it clear you didn’t need nor want no man in your life. You think I was gonna chase you and beg. I don’t need to beg for pussy. Never have. Good to know I had you all wrong.”
“Whatever. What room is Pam in? I have her overnight bag.”
“Don’t know. Hit the buzzer.”
Yikes. He’s freezing her out. She rolls her eyes and gets buzzed in. Roane and Jules, Pam’s sister and her husband show next. Link comes out and tells Hound it’s gonna be a while that we can take Pam’s car back to Hound’s truck at his place. He’ll catch a ride home later with Jules or Zoe.
I send my love to Pam with him, glad to be getting out of the hospital and away from Link’s sister.
I click my seat belt and wait for Hound to start the vehicle.
“You wanna go back to the party or you ready to call it a night?”
As much as I’m not ready to tell Hound about Sanchez, Archer, and the Harlots I’m ready to take this dress off and crawl into his warm, soft bed. “I’m tired.”
We swap vehicles then head back to Hound’s. He tends to his dogs while I strip out of my dress and steal another one of his tees to sleep in. A faded-out tee from a bar in Sturgis, South Dakota. I washed my hair at Pam’s while she dropped Conner off with Link’s mom, but you wouldn’t know it now after a night out. I run the brush through my hair and scrub my face followed by my teeth.
By the time I’ve finished She-Ra is claiming her spot at the foot of the bed. Hound’s in front of the closet with his back to me shirtless but still in his jeans. As though sensing me, he turns. The button on his jeans undone, exposing his happy trail. My mouth practically waters at the sight. His hair down, curly, and wild. He stares at me all savage and raw beauty. Pure man.
He stalks toward me like a predator tracking his prey. I stay rooted to the spot awaiting his move, anticipation burning through my veins like the lights of a billion fireflies.
“You ready to talk?”
I shake my head and scratch my nails over his abs. “Night isn’t over yet.”
“Think you can distract me with sex?”
“I can try.” I move closer to him even though he’s throwing off kind of scary mad vibes. It’s hella sexy.
His hand slides under my hair and grips me by the back of the neck. “You better not be playing with me this time.” Hound pierces me with his gaze.
As I stare into his eyes, I know that this time things are much different between us, and I know that I can’t hurt him like I did before. “I never should have left.”
“No, you shouldn’t have, but you’re here now.” His lips twitch just a smidgen before he comes in hot and fast, taking my mouth. Kissing me so deeply it’s like our tongues are making love. He kisses me till my toes curl against the floor and then we’re moving. He gets me on the bed yanking the tee up over my face but stopping when it gets to my eyes, obstructing my vision and pinning me in place.
“She-Ra out,” he growls, and I hear her hitting the floor and taking off down the hallway. She listens well. “Let’s play a game. Each time you answer a question truthfully, I’ll pleasure you.”
A sliver of excitement slithers up my spine.
“Okay,” I give in straight away breathily.
His lips press to my stomach, and he gives me a little lick. “Which do you like better, my mouth or my fingers?”
“That’s not a fair question.”
His hand skims over my ribs before stopping at my tit to pinch my nipple hard. “Answer the question.”
“Both.”
He pinches me again.
“Darius,” I plead right as the regular house phone on his nightstand rings.
“Fucking hell,” he grumbles, knocking the phone off the cradle. “Talk to me.”
“Church tomorrow at ten,” a gruff voice announces before hanging up.
He doesn’t bother putting the receiver back on. There’s only one thing on his mind.
“Where were we? Oh, that’s right, we’re figuring out which you prefer.” He traces my other nipple with his tongue while shoving a hand inside my panties. “Mouth or fingers?” He pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp at the intrusion even though I knew it was coming.
“I can’t choose.”
“Guess I’ll need to give you more to compare against.” He starts working overtime teasing and pleasing me with his mouth and fingers. Ravishing my body with precision. Killing me slowly and softly. Nipping and kissing my sensitive skin while finger fucking me into oblivion.
My orgasm is close. Building and building until I’m on the brink of bliss and when I think I’m going to die from the overwhelming sensations pulsing through my body he stops. Smiling up at me with a lazy grin. “Now that I have you right where I want you, darlin’,” he starts and my insides quiver, “tell me, you about to come?”
“Yes,” I chant along with my inside voice. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Then I suggest you tell me what you’re running from.”
“No,” I croak, tears already forming.
He shoves the tee the rest of the way over my head. I keep my eyes closed tight. I can’t look at him and say the words. I feel as though I’m losing my mind.
“Look at me.”