Broken Memphis (13 page)

Bebe sips the drink then returns to licking at my chest. I lift her up and set her bare ass on the kitchen table.

"I might break it," she says, looking panicked.

"No worries. The table has held plenty of weight over the years." When Bebe narrows her eyes and thinks I mean chicks, I decide to clarify. "I got wasted once and thought the table was a couch."

Bebe loses her grumpy expression and reaches for me.

"Oh, and I've banged a few chicks on it too," I say as the trapped feeling comes over me again.

Bebe frowns again. "No! I demand you pretend I'm your first. No woman existed before me. You, Paxton Reed, were a virgin before I deflowered you."

I laugh so hard at being a virgin that any worries over feeling trapped disappear.

"Since I'm so new to this fucking thing, I'll need to experiment."

Bebe smiles at me. "Poor know-nothing Pax. Does my pussy scare you?"

Digging my fingers into the glass of scotch, I retrieve an ice cube. "I want to learn. Like what do your nipples want? Hot?"

I suck one nipple into my mouth. A groaning Bebe caresses my head. Lavishing the hard flesh with my tongue, I end with a nip of my teeth.

"Or does it like cold?" I ask, circling her other nipple with the dripping ice cube.

"Fucking fuck," she murmurs, leaning her head back. "Fucking shit fuck."

"Let's see which one gets harder."

Sucking on one nipple, I tease the second one with the ice cube. Bebe moans like she's coming out of her skin soon. I can actually feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

The melting cube drips water down her tit to her stomach. I lick it off before sucking at the hard, chilled nipple.

"Pax, fuck me," she groans, reaching for her pussy to find relief.

"Not yet. Be patient. I'm still so new at this."

Gazing at me, Bebe grins. "You are the best fuck ever."

"I know, but you still need to be patient."

Bebe's hand slides between her legs. "Take your time. I'll work the edge off while you learn."

My cock hardens past discomfort when I see her fingers disappear into her wet pussy. I pop the button on my jeans and shove them off. The extra room for my cock helps, but I want to fuck her so bad.

I take her fingers from her pussy and suck on them. She smiles at me even as her body shivers with need.

Reaching back into the glass, I find another ice cube and return to teasing her nipples. Bebe watches me with a look of fevered frustration. My girl needs to come, but I worry one good orgasm will relax her into an alcohol-induced sleep. No way am I ready to call it a night yet.

"I love these tits," I say, licking one nipple then the other. "They get so hard for me. I can just look at you sometimes and they perk up."

"You own them," she says, leaning back on the table and caressing her pussy again.

Removing her fingers again, I spread her pussy and blow on the hot flesh.

"Fuck you," she groans.

"I know. Let's see what your pussy thinks of hot versus cold."

I run my tongue over her fat clit, and Bebe whimpers. When the ice cube follows, her pussy clenches hungrily. I slide the ice cube inside her. The hot flesh melts it into a sliver that falls into my mouth when I suck at her.

"Please," she whimpers.

Pressing the ice cube against her asshole, I watch it disappear inside. Bebe is nearly crying, and I can't mess with her any longer.
School time is over.

I suck her clit, pulling at the flesh with my lips. Bebe whimpers as her hips squirm. I dip my fingers inside her hungry pussy and suck until Bebe cusses like a crazed sailor.

"Fucking fuck fucker."

I want to laugh, but she tastes so good, and I lap up all the juices pouring into my mouth.

"Fuckity fuck," she begs, still wanting more.

"Cock. I think you need a big fat cock inside you."

"Yes. Now. Hurry. Fuck, just do it already."

"Stop pressuring me," I tease while my cock slides from her clit to her asshole. "I'm not as experienced as you."

Bebe frowns at me before pinching her nipples and closing her eyes. I swear she's going to come again without me. No way do I want to miss her clenching pussy when the orgasm arrives.

I shove my cock into her until she grunts and opens her eyes.

"Be nice."

"You look delicious spread out on my table with my cock inside you."

Bebe's hips flex and her pussy clenches. She's fucking me even if I'm perfectly still. I pull out of her then shove myself back in.

"You're too controlling," I say.

Her eyes studying me, Bebe sits up and scoots back so my cock leaves her. My erection is hard, wet, and royally pissed.

"This isn't comfortable," she says, climbing off the table and walking to the living room. "I've been wanting to fuck you on this couch for months."

Bebe holds out her hand to me so I'll join her. Sitting on the couch, I reach for her tits as she straddles me.

"Your cock goes in here," she says, taking my dick by the base and guiding me inside her. "You relax, young man. Let me make you feel good."

Her hips rolling fast and hard, Bebe doesn't waste any time. My hands explore her body casually. I roll her nipples then squeeze her tits together and admire her cleavage.

Bebe's orgasm nearly takes me over the edge. I struggle to hold on while her pussy muscles clench and suck hard at my cock.

"Damn," I groan, but Bebe is already bouncing on my erection again. "You love cock, don't you, baby?"

"No. I love
your
cock. It's a magic fucking wand making me crazy with need. Don't stop until I can't stand."

"Addiction is a good look on you."

"Shut the fuck up and come already. I want to suck you."

"Why didn't you say that earlier?" I ask, thrusting hard inside her.

Laughing, Bebe holds my shoulders and moans, "fuck" until I come. She whispers, "fuck" a few times in my ear then slides off me and down to the ground.

I sense the booze is catching up to her. Yet she has the energy to teach virginal Pax about the proper way to suck a guy until he's begs. I literally fucking plead with Bebe when she has me close yet threatens to stop. My begging gets the job done, and I lose the ability to speak for a few minutes.

Bebe's willingness to torture me is a turning point. I now know to never withhold an orgasm from her again.

22

Pax

Biker Puppets

The latest super secret meeting isn't at the kindergarten class, but in an old art studio on the second floor. I remember walking up these stairs as a kid and how someone was often pushed down them. The teachers ignored that kind of behavior on the West Side. No one is shocked to learn most kids on this side of town turned out to be literate losers. People like me basically, but I don't live here now, and Lula will never attend these shitty schools.

My daddy instincts get shoved aside when we approach the art class. Ford taps me on the shoulder and gestures to be on guard. This floor feels unsafe, and he's nervous. Death never worried him before he hooked up with Shay. Now he cares if he lives.

I guess I do too, since every scurrying rat gives me pause. Returning home to Bebe and Lula sounds like a better deal than dying in this fucking dump.

Ford and I enter the art room first and find Ginger Snaps at the back shelves in front of the open windows. Sitting cross-legged, her face hides under a baseball cap. She looks unarmed, but I'm not buying any of it.

Madden struts into the classroom with Joker and Lucky close behind. The other guys watch the hallway. Ginger never really acknowledges Madden, instead focusing on Joker.

"What's with the windows?" Lucky asks, lighting a cigarette.

"My friend's daddy was a big time hunter and taught her to shoot a rifle."

"Do you really think you can take out all of us before we shoot you?" Joker says.

Flicking back her hat, Ginger smirks. "The sniper shot's for me, not you, tough guy. When Trigger tried to kill me last time, he didn't make it quick, now did he? I'm not looking to be chained to two trucks and ripped in half."

Joker studies Ginger. "Do you really believe we'd help Trigger at this point?"

"I don't know if he really wants to kill you. Sure, that's what Madden is selling, but maybe he's full of shit and you'll make a deal with me as the prize. No reason to take the chance."

"You wanted this meeting, so say what you need to say."

"No, pal,
you
wanted the meeting, so let's not play the dick-wagging game. I can pull out one too, you know. I'm sure I still have my old pimp's dick in a jar somewhere."

I can't help laughing at the idea of some guy's Johnson floating in a jar. Ginger focuses on me then returns to Joker.

"Your boss set loose Zombie and Big Dick's nephew, Wino. They're cutting up people on the West Side. Hookers and druggies mostly, but they also took out a few minor dealers. Sounds like no big deal, but those were calculated hits. Now every little loser on the West Side is fighting to claim a block here or there. That's Trigger's plan. He wants to turn this side of town into a war zone. That way, when the blood spills to the nice side of town, it won't surprise too many people."

Madden crosses his arms. "Dad fears killing you and having the rest of the club thinking he isn't up to running Little Memphis alone. You handle too much of the day-to-day stuff, and he's become a figurehead. His plan is to start trouble on the West Side and make it look like you can't control shit. Once you're dead, he'll snap his fingers, and the trouble ends. Suddenly, he looks like the badass again, and the rest of the club will remain loyal."

"You dying isn't part of my long-term life plan," Ginger says, standing up and stretching.

"Good to hear."

Without reacting to his comment, she shoves her hands into her jeans pockets, but I doubt she's moving for a weapon. The chick doesn't strike me as suicidal.

"Paro told you I'm back, but Trigger plays this info as bullshit. He can't admit he lied about killing me. No, he just claims the West Side is always causing trouble. He's nervous though, and that's why he's still holding back. We need to make him more nervous, so he doesn't get any ideas about pulling the trigger on you. If we apply enough pressure, we'll ensure ourselves the time to get our ducks in a row."

"I'm figuring you have an idea," Joker says, stepping closer and letting his arms drop to his sides.

His open stance implies trust, but Ginger remains wary. She's a chick in man's world. I don't know how she's survived this long, but I suspect distrusting people is probably the key.

"One of the low-level dealers Zombie killed is the cousin of a big shit gangbanger in Chicago," Ginger says, stepping closer to the window. "Tell Trigger you got word from a half-dead snitch that Jose's cousin is looking to spill blood now and make Little Memphis a city-wide graveyard."

Madden grins. "Give the fucker something to worry about. If he's worrying about outside threats, he won't be quick to kill off his toughest guys. Once we're sure who we can trust in the club and in Little Memphis, we'll make our move, and he'll never know what hit him."

"Is Jose's cousin really a problem?" Lucky asks.

Ginger finally smiles for real. "Jose was a pervert who got handsy with a few of the family girls. He came here to hide from his pissed relatives. Trigger doesn't know that because he never knows anything."

"But how do you know that about Jose?"

"I listen. People love to talk, but Trigger never listens. Most assholes don't, so they never hear the answers."

Joker nods. "So while I'm telling Trigger about my lead, you're doing what?"

"Zombie and Wino are killing people they think are useless to the club. I'm going to kill people who are useful to Trigger. Anyone who won't follow the line with you in charge. Like I said, people love to talk. Trigger has his friends and enemies. My job is to kill off the former and leave the latter to ally with you."

"And you're doing this just so the club will be friendly to you when you officially return?"

When Ginger frowns darkly, I see the psycho who gutted the Transformer-loving pervert. She glances at Madden, who shrugs.

"My goals aren't about territory," Ginger growls. "I can take what I want right this very fucking second. Trigger is a weak fucker, and his club is in disarray. I don't need you to kill him either. I'm helping you so I can see him lose everything. Trigger dead isn't enough. I want the bastard to suffer."

"Because he tried to kill you."

"No, because he killed someone instead of me. Trigger isn't the only person who takes shit personally."

Studying Madden, I wonder how he can be so okay with us talking about killing his dad. Trigger babies his sons, giving them everything. He talks about them like they're superstars who will crush all takers.

My gaze returns to Ginger ready to leave. She's focused on me though.

"Like my gift?"

"It was a beauty, but why throw me any love? I don't know you."

"Yeah, but I know you."

"How?" Ford asks in a protective brother's growl.

"I listen, shithead. Stop making me repeat myself. It makes me doubt I'm working with the right people."

Ginger glances at Joker. "Tell Trigger about Jose and play the worried VP. You fuck with him to his face while I'll do it behind his back. Won't be long before we're rid of the king and his loyalists. Until then, everyone watch your back. Zombie has gone off the deep end. Last night, he bathed in the blood of his last victim. That freak can't die soon enough."

Passing by Ford and me, Ginger walks into the dark hall. She says nothing to the other guys before heading down the stairs. If she's concerned about her safety, she no longer shows it.

Joker is eyeing Madden. "You're keeping secrets."

"Who the fuck isn't? Do your part, and I'll keep you alive. I'll also follow you as my president. The whys and hows matter less than the outcome."

When Madden leaves the room, I wonder if he and Ginger will hook up somewhere and plot their next move. Based on the expressions of the men around me, I'm not the only one nervous. How the hell did we end up with those two pulling our strings while we play the dummies?