Tymber Dalton - Doggy Tales

She sat back, startled. “Ron? No.”

Scudder nodded.

Tessa was quiet the rest of the afternoon, but he felt her eyes on his back.

He picked her up, and this time their dinner wasn’t interrupted. They had a fun time, and he reluctantly took her home around eleven.

“Do you want to come in?” she whispered.

He kissed her, his tongue gently stroking hers. “Want to, yes. Should I? No. Not yet.” He stepped back. “I’ll leave early tomorrow morning. Won’t be back until late Sunday. I’ll see you Monday morning, okay?”

She nodded, her disappointment strong and sharp in the air. His heart ached that he couldn’t stay, not yet.

He stepped forward one more time and kissed her again. “Just remember,” he whispered, “I don’t share well. Well, except with your four-legged friend. But not with any other man. Have fun tomorrow night, but please, stay safe.”

She nodded and finally went inside and locked the door.

He drove to a friend’s house nearby, where he’d arranged to leave his car for the weekend. He took a few moments to get what he needed, and then made his preparations. No matter what, she couldn’t go to that party alone. Not with Ron there.

He smelled wrong .

She watched his taillights drive down her street. God, she missed him already. Walking into the bedroom, she started undressing for bed. She went to get a glass of water in the kitchen and spied the grocery bag on the counter. She’d stopped on her way home from work and picked up two large bags of beef jerky, the good stuff for humans. Probably wouldn’t ever see the dog again, but at least it would keep. Who knows—

The scratch on the front door startled her. Cautiously, she crept to her front window and looked out. She spotted a black, furry butt and a wagging tail at her front door.

Her heart jumped at the sight. For a dog? What is wrong with me?

But she threw open the door and sank to her knees, burying her head in his fur.

“Hey, fella! I’m so glad you came back.” He licked her cheeks and nuzzled her neck, happily whining. She stood to let him in and noticed the small plastic sack on the porch next to him. “What’s this?”

His soft woof made her laugh. He pounced on it, snagged the handles, and dragged it inside.

After closing and locking her front door, she sat on the floor and went through the bag, puzzled. A leather leash and matching studded collar, a sleeveless leather doggy jacket, and a…hat? He would look like a biker.

Tessa looked at the Lab, and his lolling tongue and happy panting made her laugh. “You brought your own Halloween costume?”

He barked, his tail wagging harder.

Her boss was an avid animal lover. Well-behaved dogs were always welcomed at his big company parties. It was a family affair, not just for adults, and he usually had games for kids as well as dogs.

This was creepy though. Someone must have set her up. Dogs didn’t pack their own costumes. It had to be some sort of joke.

She cupped his large head in her palms. “You are a mystery, aren’t you?”

He softly woofed and licked her nose.

He slept in bed with her again that night, and he loved the beef jerky. This time he didn’t wake her up early, and when she let him out to go to the bathroom in the morning, something in his demeanor told her he wouldn’t run away.

“You need a name,” she said, studying him. “I can’t just keep calling you boy .” She looked into his eyes and then it hit her. “My boyfriend’s first name is Dennis. You remind me a lot of him. You’ve got the same eyes and hair, and you take good care of me. I’ll call you Den. You like that?”

He barked and happily wagged his tail.

Her new friend held still while she dressed him. Everything fit, and he drooled a little when she leaned forward in her costume, exposing her cleavage.

Tessa laughed and patted his head. “That’s against the law in all fifty states and the District of Columbia.”

He made a strange chuffing sound that sounded like a laugh.

It was strange. He wasn’t like any other dog she’d ever owned. It was like he really understood every word she said.

They left for the party. Riding in the car, he sat on the front seat, didn’t pace, didn’t drool, didn’t bark at other cars. His focus was solely on her, and she found herself talking to him.

When they arrived at the party, his leash manners were perfect. He didn’t pull or bark at the other dogs or any of the people. But when Ron walked up to her, Den placed himself between them, leaning against her shins, blocking her with his huge body.

Ron looked at him and smiled. When he reached out to pet him, Tessa felt rather than heard the low growl rumble through Den’s chest.

“I wouldn’t do that, Ron. He doesn’t like it when men get close to me. He’s very protective.”

Scudder watched Ron through narrowed eyes. He smelled even more wrong now. He had something in store for Tessa tonight. He wasn’t sure what, but the scent of treachery was undeniable.

Ron stepped back. “He’s a very big dog,” he nervously said.

Tessa stroked the Lab’s head. “Yes, he is.”

“I didn’t know you had a dog. How long have you had him?”

“Not long.”

Good girl , Scudder thought. He smelled her hesitation, probably remembering their office discussion. She was withdrawing, trying to distance herself from Ron.

Carefully, he shifted his weight against her legs so she was forced to take a step back.

Ron wasn’t giving up. “Listen, Tess, why don’t you and I go out to eat later, after this is over?”

“No, I’m sorry. It’ll be too late, and I have plans for tomorrow morning.”

“Then how about tomorrow night?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’ve got plans already.”

Scudder shifted his weight again, and she took another step back. Her scent had changed, shifting from anxiety to fear, probably an ingrained reaction from the years of abuse she suffered at Reuben’s hands.

“Oh,” Ron said, looking at her empty glass. “What are you drinking? I’ll go get you another one.”

“Okay, thank you.” Her relief at his departure only increased Scudder’s alarm. He wanted to drag her out of there, because now he knew. Her sexy, low-cut costume dress had caught not only his eye, but Ron’s as well, and the man fully intended to fuck her. The unmistakable odor of rut surrounded him like a thick cloak.

Scudder carefully pulled on the leash and got nowhere. Then he gently took her hand in his mouth and tried to lead her away, but Ron was too fast. He returned and handed her a new glass. Scudder knew, from the drink’s odor and from the predatory gleam in Ron’s eye, that he’d drugged it.

Damn it!

Scudder waited until she tried to drink to bolt, yanking on the leash and causing her to spill part of it, but he thought she might have still sipped some.

“Den, no! Don’t do that!” She dropped the slack in the leash and stepped on it, freeing her hand so she could drink without him pulling on her. He didn’t want to hurt or scare her, but Ron’s eyes had narrowed to a reptilian stare. Scudder knew whatever he’d used would work fast. There were plenty of secluded, wooded areas around the large property he could drag her to and rape her.

Scudder whined, pawing at her, trying to get her to dump it, but she shook him off and took a few sips.

Then she met his eyes, and he tried sending her a silent plea.

Tess, baby, please don’t drink it!

Den went crazy. Even when she dropped the leash and stood on it, it was like he didn’t want her drinking from the cup Ron brought her.