Broken Memphis (10 page)

"He confessed to his sins," Pax says in a strange voice. "He paid for them too. The fucker died thinking of what he did to you and Lula."

I look away from the photo and study Pax's pale blue eyes. "I didn't need you to kill him," I say then touch his lips when he wants to respond. "I didn't need you to get revenge for me. I need you to understand that I care for you because you're sweet and sexy and you make me laugh."

Pax doesn't really understand.
Am I angry? Am I rejecting him?
He never picks up on things unless I smack him in the face with my point. So I pull off my pajama top and hope he sees past my subtly.

His lips are on mine before the shirt hits the ground.

Even as he steals my breath, I can't wait to touch all his bare flesh. My fingers don't even know where to start, so I go with his strong chest. The soft, dark hairs guide me down his stomach to the towel. Our lips pull apart long enough for us to look at where my fingers tease the fabric.

"Should I be scared?" I tease.

Pax gives me a sly grin then kisses me again. His tongue licks at mine, sucking at me while I tug off the towel. Pushing him back a bit, I take in the sight of a completely nude Paxton Reed. The sight of so much hard, sexy flesh overwhelms me.

"Well then…" I murmur.

Pax grins before his lips return to mine, and his hands cup my breasts. I'm surprised he's taken so long to find them. Once he does, his fingers pull at the nipples until I'm moaning into his mouth.

When I reach for my pajama shorts, Pax takes my hands and moves them away.

"Let me. I've been waiting a long time to taste your pussy."

He yanks my shorts down, and I have a sudden shock of modesty. I should've waxed for my first sex in years. So self-conscious, I even push him away. Before I can squirm out of his reach, Pax's lips nuzzle my thighs.

"Oh, S H I T."

"No spelling," he says, smiling up at me. "I want you to cuss your lungs out."

I open my mouth to say I won't yell cuss words when my daughter is upstairs. The words never emerge once Pax's mouth latches onto my pussy. He doesn't tease, instead devouring the wet, hot flesh.

"Mutherfucker," I groan.

Knees buckling, I lean against the bed while Pax presses my right leg over his shoulder. He's sucking and licking like a man starving. Unable to think, I couldn't be sexy even if my life depended on it. All I can do is moan. Louder and louder I groan with pleasure before finally stringing together a sentence of only cuss words.

Pax doesn't relent. He hungers for more. I can barely catch my breath before the heat builds again between my legs. His tongue fucks me until I collapse onto the bed.

Climbing over me, Pax cups the back of my head and lifts me to meet his lips. I enjoy the flavor of my pleasure. Sucking at his tongue, I want him to know how amazing he's already made me feel. The words die on my lips when he pulls his mouth away and lowers himself over my breasts.

"I've wanted these beauties for months."

Before I can say something smartass or maybe beg for another orgasm, Pax presses my tits together and runs his tongue back and forth over the nipples.

"Fucking shit fuck."

"Is that code for more please?"

"Yes, sir. Now shut up and do that again."

He responds by pulling at one nipple with his teeth. When he nips at one hard nub then the other, my pussy clenches like a sex-starved beast. My fingers slide into his hair while he sucks and bites my nipples. Pax loves my tits, and I think he'll never stop.

My squirming finally distracts him. "You're wet."

"Fucking duh."

"You want this, don't you?" he asks, leaning over me while stroking his cock. "Can you feel me inside you?"

"No because you're not inside me. Fix that problem."

"Say please," he murmurs, caressing my clit with the thick head of his cock.

I stare into his beautiful eyes and say, "You said you'd never make me beg."

"I lied."

Sharing his smile, I whisper, "Please, Pax."

Before I'm ready, his cock opens me up, and everything else disappears. All I can feel is the heat of his body inside mine. All I can hear are my breaths coming fast as he moves deeper and deeper until I can't take more of him. Unbearably full, my body shivers, leaving goose bumps on every inch of me.

"Pax," I say softly.

He looks down at me, and I think he wants to say something.
Maybe something too emotional.
Maybe he's afraid to make a promise he won't keep. Whatever he wants to say, Pax chickens out.

Rather than using words, Pax shows me how he feels with a good, hard fuck. Not hard and ugly like with Howie. This is something amazing. Pax might have magic hips or a supernatural cock. I just know the pleasure makes me cuss like a sailor and come like a porn star.

16

Pax

Worship Me

Fucking Bebe is better than I dreamed. Maybe I lack imagination. She feels so perfect that I worry she'll run off once the last drop of cum pumps from my cock. Bebe proves me wrong again by exploring my tats with her tongue.

Bebe licks the skull tattoo circling my bicep. "When did you get this one?"

I start to answer until we hear Lula's coughing on the monitor. Pausing, we wait to see if she wakes up. When she remains quiet, Bebe nips gently at the flesh of my armband.

"Got that one when I became an enforcer. You know, because I leave behind a graveyard."

"Doesn't Ford have the same tat?" she asks. "Did you copy him?"

Slapping her ass, I'm startled by how Bebe gasps. Our gazes meet, and I worry a little rough touch will piss her off. For a long moment, she stares at me before smiling.

"If you spank me, I'll spank you. Keep that in mind, sir."

Even grinning at the idea of her spanking me, I roll my eyes and return to the tattoo conversation. "Why does everyone always assume I'm copying Ford?"

"Because he's older. I copied my sister."

"How?"

"You know how girls crimp their hair?"

"No."

Sitting up, Bebe shows me on her hair how the style works. I try to care, but she's naked, and I can feel the heat coming from her pussy. Thinking is hard enough when she's dressed, but this is fucking impossible.

"So I thought crimped hair look stupid," Bebe says, brushing her lips against the Reaper tattoo on my ribcage. "Then Sabine and her friends did it, and I changed my mind. When she decided to wear animal prints, I wore them too. Sabine seemed cool, so I copied her. Ford is cool, right?"

"Yah, I guess. He's lame a lot too."

Leaning forward to suck at the tattoo just above my nipple, Bebe sighs. "Ford is whiny, and he smells weird sometimes."

I frown darkly at her. "When does he whine?"

"All the time. He's always complaining like a little bitch. Well you know how he is."

"Ford doesn't whine," I growl.

Bebe grazes my stomach with her teeth then grins up at me. "I know, but look how cool he suddenly is when someone else shits on him. You're a little bro, and you want to be like your big bro. No harm in that, assuming your big bro doesn't suck."

"Well played, baby."

Running her tongue down my inner thigh, Bebe zeros in on my cock. I nearly come the moment she slides me down her throat. My hands grip the sheets while she sucks me slow and deep. When my hand grips her hair, Bebe smiles and licks the head. I want to tell her how fucking hot she looks. Before I can, she grips my cock then bobs her head up and down faster and faster. My body clenches with need, and I think I say her name. I go fucking blind and deaf for a minute. All I can feel is pleasure.

Bebe sucks me dry and leaves me worshipping at the altar of her blowjob skills. When I imagine how she learned to give head so good, my temper flares. Wolfman doesn't deserve to speak to a woman as amazing as Bebe, let alone to have fucked her.

"Did that hairy loser teach you to suck cock?" I ask as she rests her head on my thigh.

"No. Sabine and I practiced on vegetables. First with carrots before graduating to cucumbers."

"Man, you were the frigging
Brady Bunch
, weren't you?"

"You mean secretly kinky?"

Grinning, I watch her climb over my lap and nestle next to me. "Are you tired yet?"

"No."

"Good. I need more before we call it a night."

Bebe's focus is on the smiling skull tattoo on my shoulder. Watching her trace it with her finger, I admire the way her dark lashes flutter against her pale skin.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," I say, caressing her thigh, "but I worried about putting you in a bad mood."

Bebe flashes a glance at my face then returns to the tattoo. She kisses the flesh softly then nips at the blade sticking from the top of the skull.

"Let me be a killjoy and ask anyway. How did your mom die?"

Nuzzling her cheek against my arm, she stares at where my fingers tease her knee.

"Two girls were fighting over a corner or maybe it was clients. They were on the street, screaming in the middle of rush hour. Mom tried to talk them down before Howie's brother showed up. She was trying to help, but one of the girls shoved her into traffic." When Bebe pauses, I wonder if she'll cry.
She doesn't.
"I don't know if it's true, but the doctor said Mom died quickly and didn't suffer."

"I'm sorry."

"Thanks. She lived better than a lot of women in my family, but I wish she was around to meet Lula."

Taking her hand, I press it against my chest. "I'm not good at small talk after fucking. Usually I keep things light, but you're not other chicks. You're my brother's fiancée's best friend. Guess that makes you special, so it makes me want to talk about your dead mom."

Bebe gives me an odd look, but she knows I'm struggling.
What are we? Friends? Lovers? Is she my woman now? Am I looking for what Ford has or am I afraid to be alone?
We don't know the answers, so the room falls silent for a few minutes.

"You ever go to church?" I ask her finally.

Bebe shakes her head and wraps one of her legs over mine.

"We did sometimes. Depended on what family we were living with. I hated church and Sunday school. Learning about the Bible was just learning another bunch of rules. So school was boring, but I remember one book was about heaven. I liked the idea of a quiet place where we're all happy and get to see people we've lost."

Caressing her head, I continue, "If I thought about Ford dying, I'd get paranoid and want to shoot everyone just in case. Since killing everyone wasn't a smart move, I'd think about heaven. I told myself that if he took a bullet, I'd see him again. Of course, that's assuming a guy like me can get into heaven. I mean, it's not like I'm great at following rules."

"No, you're not, but you also do sweet things like trying to make me feel better about my mom."

Feeling like a douche, I admit, "Asking about your dead mom was a pretty stupid move, but you should be happy I'm not being fake with you. That's good, right?"

Smiling, Bebe straddles me. "Yes, very good."

I study her plump tits with hard red nipples. They're so much hotter than I pictured, and I'm again struck by my lack of imagination.

Her lips find mine while her pussy strokes my cock. Arms wrapped around my neck, her eyes tell me everything I need to know. Flushed with hunger, she knows I'm the only thing that'll satisfy.

Bebe's pussy opens for me then clamps down as soon as I'm inside her. She closes her eyes and groans in the most beautiful way. I watch the way she licks her lips and grips my shoulders. Once her eyes open, she smiles.

"I could get addicted to this."

I can't think of a single fucking thing to say, so I wrap my arms around her waist and fuck her. Bebe holds onto my shoulders and works her hips with mine. Cussing and groaning, she makes such sexy fucking sounds. I'm obsessed with her every noise and the way she moves. When she comes, Bebe pulls at my hair while leaning back her head.

"Fucking, Pax, fuck," she moans, causing me to grin at the wild tone of her voice.

"You are addicted," I tease when she loosens her grip on my hair.

"Sorry, but I thought sex was horrible or dull. Never like this."

"I don't care if the only guy you fucked was Wolfman. I'm taking that as a compliment."

Bebe leans forward, sucking on my tongue as her hips move faster. I close my eyes, feeling her every muscle tightening around my cock. I relish the way her fingers snag at my hair. Of all the women I've been with over the years, I need this one to worship me. Based on the look on her face when we come together, I know she does.

17

Pax

Breakfast of Champions

Lula is a great kid even though she excels at the role of cockblocker. I guess I don't blame her. I'd hug all over Bebe 24/7 too, if I could. Instead of enjoying a morning fuck, I'm left with only a long kiss at the front door before heading out to the club breakfast.

Bebe looks so sexy in the morning. Her tired eyes watch me walk to the Harley under the carport. Her goodbye smile makes me feel like a fool, but I don't care.
Why shouldn't a man enjoy the good shit? Why does anything have to mean more?

Ford is playing suck-face with Shay when I pull up to their house. Annoyed by their love, I decide to head to the diner. Unfortunately, I arrive at the same time as Madden, who barely glances at me before strutting over to his younger brother. I can't imagine having such a turd as a sibling. Trigger's sons suck, making me appreciate Ford more when the asshole finally arrives.

"Your woman smells like pickles," I say, walking into the diner.

"Your woman looks like a pickle."

I hit him in the arm. He follows up with an elbow to my chest. We're about to go full-fledged wrestling match when Joker comes up behind us.

"Don't make me get the belt," he sighs.

I smirk. "No, daddy, we'll be good."

Joker gives me one of his smartass looks then disappears into the backroom of the restaurant.