The Concrete Dog

{Bedtime Lullabies Told by a Wolf}

She left the bathroom with loose hair falling against her scantily clad body. Lauren forgot what she was wearing as she searched her purse for her favorite hair tie. Trace sat in bed, letting his eyes roam over her breasts in the tight black t-shirt that reached her midriff with the word Marines in blue lettering and black shorts. The soft caramel skin on her breasts, arms, and legs was in full view as she set her purse down, placed a canvas bag on the bed, and looked through it.

His body tightened as he watched her breasts press together as she moved items around in the bag. Her long black hair created a curtain around her body. He wanted to grab her by the hair, throw her on the bed, undress, and touch her soft skin. But instead, he found himself staring at her shocked face. He must have made a noise because Lauren suddenly looked at him. Her eyes followed the bronzed, stiff muscles on his chest and arms as he breathed deeply. Lauren felt her body overheating and shaking as if cold. She then remembered what little she was wearing and why he was staring at her. She watched Trace get out of bed wearing pajama bottoms and walk around to her side. Lauren lowered her head as his massive body came very close to hers. She felt her hair move over her shoulder, and Trace's lips touched her ear. She could feel his hot breath run down her neck and onto the tops of her breasts.

"Did you forget something?" His deep voice filled the quiet bedroom and her body with a giddy feeling that she did not find unpleasing. A shaky sigh escaped her lips as Trace moved closer to her.

Lauren shook her head. "No, I, I am looking for, for my hair tie."

"Oh," his eyes moved over her body. "Can I help you look?"

Lauren raised her eyes toward his and saw the intense glare he had. "Okay," her voice sounded small. She felt his left hand touch hers in the bag, and synchronized tingling began in the flesh between her thighs. Lauren gasped and pulled the tie from the sack. "I found it," the airy sound from her compelled Trace to ask if she was okay again.

"I'm fine." She tried to calm the rising anxiety, fear, and pleasure roaming through her body. 

Trace watched her gather her long hair into a high ponytail and then wrap it around into a bun. His eyes moved to her breasts as she placed the tie over the knot to hold it in place. Lauren turned and pushed the bag from the bed and felt Trace move closer behind her.

His eyes caressed her shapely plump butt because he knew he should not touch her. If he did, he knew all the trust he was building with her would vanish. She would call him a liar.

"I love your nightwear."His hot breath rolled down her neck and onto her breasts tops. "My father brought me this shirt when I was younger. And I know it's too small and," Trace cut her off quickly. "It's good. It's perfect on you."

Lauren slowly turned around and faced him. His eyes moved up her body until they reached her eyes. He could persuade her to have sex. She was innocent and would allow him to touch her if he explained that he was not like Jason. he wanted more than just sex from her. "It's my favorite shirt," Lauren said.

He moved closer and bowed his lips toward hers. "It's now my favorite shirt."

"You have two now." Her smile and giggle cooled his desire to fuck her. She trusted him. He pulled back a little and stared at her beautiful face, looking up at him. Even though his body wanted to move forward and trap her on the bed, Trace smirked as he moved back a few inches to give her space. "No, your shirt is my favorite by far."

Lauren laughed. "Is it,"

"Yes," The beeping sound from Trace's night table took his attention from Lauren. He walked around the bed toward his phone. Lauren looked at the bed and saw that her fort of pillows were still intact. He had yet to remove them.