Shepherd’s Watch: Serviced

by J. Hali Steele

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  “Take me now.”

  Pulling out, he thrust all the way back in. He did it again and again. Long, hard strokes until his balls touched her ass. His toes dug into the carpet and his knees bent so he could fill her over and over with his cock. “That’s it, squeeze and milk it.” Her pussy clenched and convulsions throbbed around him. “Oh, yeah, come for me, let it go.”

  With one arm stretched above her head, she rose up to meet every assault he made on her cunt. She keened. “Oooh, I’m coming.”

  He felt cream slide from her pussy, wash over his cock, and he was done. One, two, three more strokes and he shot a stream of cum deep into her pussy. “God, Margy.” He growled, pushing her legs open. “You’re good, baby.” He continued to pump inside her with short, slow thrusts, giving her every drop she’d milked from him.

  Collapsing, he rolled over, bringing her to rest on top of him. He ran his hands up and down her back and held her pressed tight to him. She felt so good in his arms.

  Too good. “Why are you afraid to let me see your eyes?”

  She pushed off him and landed on her back beside him. “I imagine it’s not a pretty sight. Not what you’d be used to, I’m sure.”

  He hissed through clenched teeth. “You don’t know what I’m used to.”

  “Look, we were attracted to each other, you provided a service and this is where it ends. It won’t happen again.”

  “I see.” He bounded from the bed. “Come on, I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

  “I can find my own way. Get Sherpa for me, please.”

  “Sure, sure, I’ll leave you with the dog. I can use a break.”

  * * *

  Sherpa had sat outside the bathroom and wouldn’t come in no matter what she did to coax him. After Margy had wrapped a towel around herself, she felt his shoulder nudge her.

  Ren had told her when Sherpa bumped her leg lightly with his head it meant move a little to whatever side he wasn’t on. If he nudged her harder, move more in the direction he pushed. She had left the cane in the living room since she found she didn’t really need it in the house.

  He guided her slowly into her room without incident. Wanting to be totally alone to dress, she shooed the dog out. “Go play.”

  She dressed in a light blue geometric print dress that had been laid across the chair earlier in the day by her uncle’s maid. The woman was going to stop by each morning to see to any cleaning and lay out whatever Margy described she wanted to wear for the day. Since she usually slept in the nude, she didn’t need anything for nighttime, yet the woman insisted she would put pajamas or a gown on the edge of the highboy.

  Margy was actually glad now that she hadn’t insisted on a nurse. They’d just be underfoot and slow down her progress. She planned to go to the library in a few days so she needed to get used to as much as she could. Taking a deep breath, she bent and felt for the flat blue shoes she asked to be placed beneath the chair. Just as she located them, there was a knock at the door.

  “It’s me, honey. Are you decent?”

  “Yes, come in,” she called out to her uncle. She stood and slipped her feet into the shoes.

  “Found him running around the pool.”

  Easing his shoulder next to Margy, Sherpa panted heavily as she patted his head and scratched him behind the ears. She was adjusting to having him around much quicker than she thought. “Ren said he needs to run to get rid of pent-up energy.”

  He padded quietly behind her and Uncle Jack to the main house for dinner. After the meal and small conversation, she insisted she walk back alone. She remembered to leave her patio door ajar so Sherpa could go out when necessary.

  Still no Ren.

  She was becoming familiar with his airy scent of musk. It was nowhere in her house.

  * * *

  She woke the next morning feeling lonely and disoriented. Damn if I’m going to be a prisoner in my own home.

  Sliding slowly from the bed, she reached her dresser without incident and grabbed the night clothes there. Since she had said not to put anything out, Margy had no idea what color it was. When she put it on, it was fitting and hit mid-thigh. The silky material felt cool against her skin.

  Not hearing any noise, she opened her door and expected Sherpa to be there.

  He wasn’t. Shoot. Taking a few steps down the hallway with one hand on the wall to keep her balance, she stopped to gather herself. Margy took a deep breath. Every painting had been hung by her, each piece of furniture placed where she wanted it, so this shouldn’t be difficult. Stepping a little away from the wall, she continued one slow step at a time. Lord, she hadn’t expected to be this hesitant in her own home.

  She’d forgotten to count the steps for the next time like they taught her in therapy. Just when she thought she’d reached the living room, she stubbed her toe on the door jamb. “Goddamn it.” Hopping on one foot, she listed to the side and started to topple over. Margy never hit the floor.

  “What in hell are you doing?”

  Too late, she caught the lingering scent of musk in the air. She stiffened in his arms at the sound of anger in Ren’s voice and pushed him away. “Where’s Sherpa?” Her eyes squeezed shut.

  He gripped her around the waist and pulled her against his body. “Afraid I can’t take care of you?”

  His cock was a hard bulge inside his slacks and it felt so right nestled against her stomach. “I-I just…” Her words disappeared beneath his lips. Ren’s tongue pried at her mouth for entrance and Margy opened wide. The sweetness of him, the smell of musk, overwhelmed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with wild abandon.

  She was in trouble. There was only one thought in her mind and that was having Ren inside her again. Deep and hard. Her pussy throbbed, and he was the only person who could assuage her need, make her feel better. Pulling away, she whispered, “The maid.”

  “I told her you’d call.”

  His hands stroked up her thighs, lifting her gown. Grabbing just above her thighs, he lifted Margy and she clamped her legs around his waist. “You look good enough to eat.” The gruffness of his voice, the words, made her tremble.

  In her mind’s eye, she saw her legs spread wide and felt his tongue inside her all over again. Something bumped to the floor when he wedged her against the wall and ground his hips into her. She didn’t care what it was when his tongue lashed her mouth, delved in every corner and left her breathless. If he stopped now, she’d faint straightaway. “More,” she begged against his mouth.

  “You’ll get all you want, baby.” He straightened and started backing further into the living room. “Feel my cock. It’s so full and I can’t wait to bury it inside you.”

  “Now.”

  “Right now.” Ren panted as he licked her neck with long, slow strokes, then nibbled on her ear. Moving to her shoulder, he nipped her there, drawing a muffled cry from the depths of her soul.

  “Rennn…” Margy shivered and rubbed her pussy against him.

  Her foot hit against the sofa and he untangled her arms. “Get on your knees for me.”

  She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked after she lifted the gown over her head. The scratching sound of his zipper made her vagina convulse and she leaked cream down the tops of her thighs. Margy arched up when his fingers found her nether lips and pushed through the wetness there. When he touched her clit, she raised her hips higher. Feeling his fingers sink into her made her cry out. “God, yes.”

  “You like it?”

  “Don’t tease me, please don’t.”

  His fingers pumped methodically inside her pussy until she rode the wave of her first orgasm. “I’m coming.”

  “Yeah, honey, come for me, let me know you like it.” She heard him scuffling to get his shoes off and kick the pants away from his ankles. His cock knocked against her butt, causing her to force out more liquid. He ran his hands up and down her back, stroked her neck and tugged at her hair. “Breathe, baby, sme
ll what you do to me.” One hand moved to lift her ass higher. He eased his cock through the folds of her pussy, and she gasped, practically choking on a mouthful of air. “Can you see it? Picture my hard cock right at your pussy?”

  “Ooh, yes.” The tip of his length slipped in, and she clenched the back of the couch. “All of it,” she cried out.

  And she got it all. Every hard inch of his penis slammed inside her. He pumped in and out over and over. Each stroke was harder and went deeper than the last. “Your pussy is so hot and tight.” He gripped her hair and pulled her head to the side. “Damn it, Margy, open your eyes.”

  “Fuck me, Ren. Harder.”

  With long, slow strokes, he jammed his cock again and again into her pussy. She’d never get enough of him. Didn’t want to. Her body was no longer her own. Floodgates opened and cum ripped from so far inside, she didn’t know if it would ever stop flowing. “Uhhh, I’m -- I’m coming again.”

  “It’s mine, give it to me.”

  His nuts beat against her ass with each long, hard stroke, and when they became slower, when his cock jerked uncontrollably inside her, she felt the warmth of his cum shoot deep into her pussy.

  “Ahh, I’m coming, baby.” He collapsed onto her back and growled. “You belong to me.”

  Margy struggled to catch her breath beneath him. She had an odd premonition that she’d only be safe with the dog between her and the one man she couldn’t allow herself to love. Fear bubbled inside her when he rolled to the side and gently turned her over to lie across his lap. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Where’s Sherpa?”

  He sat her up with her back against the cushions. A silky piece of material fluttered into her lap. “It’s red and you looked beautiful in it.” He stood and she heard him gathering his clothes. “Hope my service met with your pleasure. I’ll get the dog for you.”

  Chapter Four

  Ren hadn’t intended to fuck her again. But when he’d heard her cry out and rushed to catch her, he hadn’t counted on how vulnerable she’d look. The sexy red negligee threw him totally off guard. She’d felt so good in his arms…

  The day before hadn’t been enough to satisfy his dog. That was why Jack had found him running laps around the pool like an idiot. He went over the events of yesterday in his mind. As she’d requested, he had “fetched” Sherpa and stayed with her in her room.

  She’d eaten dinner with her uncle, and after she’d gone to bed, he’d arranged to meet Max and Wade at a little restaurant he’d discovered a couple of blocks from Margy’s place. The Seared Soul served the best meat this side of town.

  He caught a load of shit from his brothers if he didn’t come around and see them at night after making sure Margy was asleep, but he was having trouble leaving her. Just like he had at the hospital. They were concerned, and God knows, he didn’t know what was wrong with him either. Ren didn’t feel like getting into it, but his animal missed his siblings. It was part of the curse of what they were. They needed their small pack to feel whole. Running together at night wasn’t something they wanted to do -- they had to do it.

  He’d seen them in a booth at the back of the quaint soul food eatery and headed that way. Max was due a piece of his mind. “Shooby? Where did that sorry ass name come from? I owe you one for that.” He’d leveled a look at his older brother. “I think since I’m acting as a guide, Sherpa is much better suited.”

  Both brothers had smiled widely and Max said, “You’re the one with a shoe fetish. I thought the name fit perfectly.” His next words carried a serious note. “Miss Pinkston didn’t think the name fit either. Don’t mess with her, Ren. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt by the likes of you.”

  Wade was next to beat up on him. His lip had curled up. “Too late, he smells like her already. Is she so good that you don’t miss us?”

  Ren hadn’t expected the flare of anger that roiled in his chest and heated his face. “Don’t talk about her like that.” He’d pierced Wade with a look he hoped said back the fuck off. “Ever again. And I mean it.”

  “What’s happening to you, man?” Max’s jaw had tightened as he tried to remain calm but his eyes glittered with concern.

  “I don’t know, I feel… well, I just feel responsible for her. That’s all.”

  “Uh huh, Sherpa, what else?”

  “Wade, I mean it, that’s enough.”

  A tall, dark-skinned beauty had walked up to the table. “I’m Victoria Germaine, owner of the Seared Soul. Wanted to stop by and welcome you.” She turned to Ren. “I’ve seen you in a couple times and I’m glad you invited your… you all look like brothers.” Her voice was like velvet and carried a calmness that hit him like a ton of bricks. Her sparkling, amber eyes didn’t miss a thing. If he’d been in his shepherd, his hackles would have been up and his tail would have been flailing back and forth. This lady felt familiar. He hadn’t been the only one feeling her effect.

  Max’s fingers began a nervous tap tap on the table top and it made Ren’s dog antsy. “I’m Max Alsatian.”

  Ren spoke up. “I’m his brother Ren.”

  “Call me Wade.” Wade leaned back in his chair and his brown eyes became slits.

  Her short, spiky hair glinted under the low hanging light. Ren looked her up and down, and the hell if Max didn’t growl.

  Victoria had noticed it too. Though she tried to hide it, her hands trembled a little and she shifted from foot to foot. “Well, I’ve got to greet a few more guests. I hope the Alsatians will stop in again.”

  Max followed her clear around the room, never taking his eyes from her. “What the hell was that?”

  Wade sniffed loudly. “Damn if I know, but I’ll be keeping my eye on her.”

  Max’s fingers drummed louder and louder but he never turned to face Wade. “I got it. I’ll keep an eye on her.” He turned and glanced at each brother. “Jesus, she’s hot.”

  Wade broke into laughter and Ren joined him. That was a first for the cool, calm and collected Max Alsatian. The good thing was she took his brothers’ minds off him and his problem with Margy.

  They’d ordered and stuffed themselves on rare steaks and baked chicken with no sides.

  Afterward, they sniffed around and found a deserted wooded area in the neighborhood where they undressed and hid their clothing before shifting into their shepherds to carouse around. There were outfits stashed all over the county in the event they couldn’t make it back to their clothes.

  Often they took up with strays that nobody cared about and shaped them into great guard dogs. Not to mention they saved them from a deadly trip to the pound.

  Sometimes they did what dogs do and slaked their desire with a willing partner in heat. They carried no guilt over a good screw, and since they genetically couldn’t create offspring with other dogs -- no harm, no foul.

  When he’d returned to Margy’s in the early morning hours, he had peeped in to find her still asleep. Her first day home had been tiring and he certainly hadn’t helped that by jumping her bones.

  Unable to control himself, he’d slipped back into his shepherd and sniffed around the bed. He couldn’t get enough of the woman and it was driving man and beast mad. He’d curled up next to the bed and slept for a couple hours.

  That’s where he’d found himself this morning. Sneaking out of her room, he’d let Sherpa run and even enjoyed a dip in the pool. After showering, he’d shaved the beard off and felt kind of naked.

  Settling on the sofa, he’d waited for her to get up. When the maid came, he’d sent her on her way with the promise to have Margy call when she needed her. Ren should have felt irritated over the way Margy had sent him on his way the day before, but he didn’t give a fat rat’s ass. He wanted her. In fact, he’d decided, sitting there and waiting for her to wake up, that he’d have her again if she’d let him. Just once more.

  Hearing the bedroom door open, he hadn’t moved. Ren figured it’d be good for her to make her way down the hall alone. It wouldn’t take long for her to ge
t used to her surroundings. What she’d been through had just thrown her equilibrium off a little.

  When he’d heard her stub her toe, he’d rushed into the hall and caught her before she hit the floor. Once she was in his arms, it had been all over. What in hell had he gotten himself into?

  * * *

  Hell, all she was good for was feather dusting the books.

  The assistant librarian had done an excellent job of keeping things in order and Margy wasn’t really needed. This was her second week back, yet sitting in the small office she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t belong here anymore.

  Manning the phone was all she’d done. She gave out information on hours, directions and even told one dunce yesterday that there were five Great Lakes, not four!

  Even the Braille section was beyond her. A meeting had been scheduled for tomorrow with an instructor to discuss learning to read with her fingers, and someone was coming in to set up audio programs on her computer.

  She patted Sherpa on the head just to make sure he was still lying beside her desk. Touching him brought vivid pictures of Ren to mind. The smell of musk had all but disappeared from her office and she missed it. She missed him. Things had been very strained between them for the last two weeks.

  She’d had to bite her tongue earlier, before she weakened and begged him to stay. What was the point? Margy had promised herself not to be weak anymore, but even the thought of him made her wet with desire.

  A light tap on the door jolted her back to reality. Her assistant was leaving and would make sure everything was locked up. Ren would be here soon, and she felt safe with Sherpa. Reaching for her cane, she decided she’d go out and wait by the reception desk. “Come on, boy. Let’s be adventurous.”

  Making her way slowly to the front, she stopped between the shelves and inhaled deeply. She inched her finger across several spines as her nose filled with the smell of old leather -- and dust. Only a librarian or someone who loved books would appreciate it. She chuckled when Sherpa sneezed. Rubbing her nose, she had a fit of sneezing too. “Guess I don’t dust well either.”