Little Memphis (8 page)

Panicking, I step back. “I changed my mind. I need to leave.”

I turn around and start for the hallway, but Ford is behind me instantly. He doesn’t grab me. More like steadies me with a hand pressed against my stomach. I pause as he stands close behind me and leans down to my ear. I expect anger in his voice, but he’s calm and his tone soothing.

“If you want me to take you home, I will. It’s your choice, but you need to understand something. If you leave, I’m done. I know you’re young, Shay, but I’m not. I won’t play these games. It’s not in me to chase you. Maybe that shit flies with the teenage losers you’ve fucked before, but it won’t with me. So you need to decide carefully.”

I struggle against tears. I want Ford more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m afraid of the pain of being discarded. Ford makes me feel special then soon he’ll tear away the feeling.
Wouldn’t it be better to avoid the pleasure if I know it’ll end in pain?

Ford

Mine

Shay doesn’t call my bluff. Instead of asking to go home, she slowly relaxes back against me. With one hand flat on her stomach, I use my free one to caress her shoulder. Feels fragile against me, she’s trembling slightly. Even fearing to give up control, she won’t leave. That’s all I need to know.

“When I was a kid,” I whisper, my lips teasing her throat, “I liked fishing, but I never caught anything. I tried every technique and bait. I tried everything, but I never caught a single damn thing.”

Shay’s head relaxes against my shoulder as I suck at her pulse. She’s putty in my hands. A lesser man would have her spread eagle already, so he could satisfy his need. I plan to take my time. Tomorrow, Shay might run again. For tonight, she’s mine.

“Pax always caught something. He didn’t even care. He never put any effort, but it just happened for him. I got so pissed at how fucking unfair it was. Now I realize life doesn’t give a shit about effort or fairness. It’ll do what it’s going to do and you can either stress or enjoy the ride.”

I gently turn Shay around to look at me. Her gaze is wet and frightened, but she’s also relaxing. I cup her delicate face in my hands and smile.

“It’s time for you to let go and enjoy the ride, Shay.”

I kiss her soft, tasting what I’ve craved since she first showed up at Suede. Shay’s hands reach for me and I feel her waking under my touch.

My fingers slide her flannel shirt off her shoulders and it drops to the ground. She looks smaller now, younger too. I suddenly wonder if she’s really twenty. Am I about to nail jailbait? Is that why Lucky acts so weird about Shay?

“What year did you finish high school?”

“Why?” she murmurs.

Her gaze finds mine and I don’t know what to do. I want Shay more than I’ve wanted a chick since I ditched my virginity with the first girl to tell me yes. I need Shay under me. I already feel my cock inside her. All I have to do is avoid forcing the age issue. If she’s a kid though, the issue will come up later and I’m fucked.

My thumb caresses her lower lip. She’s beautiful in a way that makes me want more than I should. I’m not a man made for commitment. Yet if I take Shay to bed, I don’t plan on letting her go. I’ll keep chasing Shay until the feeling in my gut goes away.

Except getting twisted up over a kid won’t end well. No way will I end up a fool like Happy Jones. My club brother fell for a sixteen year old chick. She got knocked up and had the baby before jumping a ride with a trucker passing through Little Memphis. Happy ended up playing single dad while his baby mama was never heard from again.

“I’ll turn twenty one in January,” Shay says.

Nipping her full lower lip between my teeth, I lift Shay onto my hips. She tenses in arms and stares at me wide-eyed as I rest her on the bed.

“Enjoy,” I say, tugging off her shoes, ‘The,” I continue, unbuttoning her jeans. “Ride,” I finish, leaning down to brush my lips across her belly button.

Shay sighs as I kiss her waist before sliding her jeans over her hips. She lifts her head to see my lips on her thighs. Feeling her gaze on me, I smile. No matter how many guys she’s been with back in Podunk USA, Shay only knows me tonight.

She makes a strangled groan when my lips skim her wet pink panties. With so little effort, she’s nearly coming apart.

My lips find hers, tasting her excitement. My mouth sucks at her chin, down to her neck. Soon, my teeth tug aside her bra strap while my hands cup her tits. Shay’s nervous again, tensing under me. I guess she’s self-conscious about her body. Girls are always thinking stupid shit when the guy only wants to explore.

No man falls for a girl’s tits or ass. He lusts after those things, but they aren’t what make a man weak. Girls don’t get it though. Shay is the same way, worrying her tits are too small. My mind is focused on tasting and touching. I need her nipples hard between my teeth. A man wants a girl’s body to respond to his command, to bend to his will. He isn’t worried about cup size.

Shay goes soft once my tongue runs over his left nipple then her right. The bra is now somewhere on the floor while I tease the soft skin under her tit. Hips wiggling under me, Shay struggles to remain in control. I hear her thinking. What noises will she make? Does she look sexy? Where the hell should she put her hands? All her damn thinking is distracting me.

I take her hands resting awkwardly on my shoulders and pin them over her head. She instantly tenses so I kiss her hard, startling her.

My hand leads hers around the bedpost. One hand then the other. Finally, she has something to do with them.

“Keep them there,” I say in a harsher voice than I intend. Shay blinks rapidly then she glances at the door. “Do you see me?” I ask.

Shay returns her gaze to me and nods.

“Don’t look away. I’ll make you feel good and you’ll do the same for me, okay?”

Shay nods again and her desire to run fades. She’s back with me and her hands grip the bedpost as I roll her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.

“Stop thinking,” I whisper and she grins.

Once she’s relaxed, I explore her body. My cock throbs in my jeans until I finally shove them onto the floor. I ignore my erection and focus on what makes Shay tighten her grip on the bedposts. She likes my tongue on her nipples more than my fingers. Running my teeth over my nipples nearly leaves my headboard in pieces.

I file away her reactions for later then move to her stomach and hips. Soon, the head of my cock slides up and down her wet pussy. When I tease her clit, Shay reaches for me.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I could tease her for begging, but she looks so fucking beautiful and vulnerable. Her big eyes watch me with fear and lust. She still hasn’t let go. No, teasing her would be a mistake.

As I guide my cock into her wet pussy, she exhales softly. Moving slowly, I enter her inch by inch, only pausing to tease her clit and make her squirm. She watches me and I need her to see me. Really see me. I’m no boy, using her body instead of my hand. I’m a man and my body claims hers.

Even wet, her pussy doesn’t welcome me. It fights my cock, tensing against my thickness. I think to thrust inside her and open her body to mine. Instead, I use my thumb to tease her clit.

Shay begins to shake her head as if fighting the pleasure. I know she’s close and I know now she’s never come with a guy before. She won’t let it happen. Won’t go along for the ride. Not yet. I have to force her over the edge.

When it happens, she slaps her hand across her mouth to muffle her cries. I lean forward and remove her hand. She whimpers against my lips, but I don’t let her hold back. I want to hear her cries. I need her to let go so I can too.

Shay wraps her arms around my shoulders and tightens until her embrace hurts. I enjoy the pain. It means for fucking once she isn’t thinking. She’s feeling now.

I smile at how her body opens up to me. My cock thrusts easily into her now relaxed pussy and she grins when my lips leave hers.

“Hold on, Shay,” I whisper, propping myself over her. “Time to enjoy the ride.”

Shay

Riding the Machine

Ford looks fierce thrusting hard into me. His powerful chest is covered in dark hair and his arms with tattoos. He’s a fucking machine and my hips can’t keep up with his speed and power.

My body is mush now, but I want more. I’m past able to form words beyond his name and a select few profanities. Fuck is a favorite as he makes me come again.
Makes
is the right word too. I’m not in control here. Ford is the one driving us past pleasure into pure decadence. He won’t stop and I don’t want him to. I just hold on and enjoy the ride.

Every time I think Ford has come for the last time and can’t fuck me again, he’s hard and filling me. I don’t know how much time has passed when he relents long enough to walk to the kitchen and find us drinks. Chilling in bed, I watch him return and admire his hard body. Everything on him is thick and hard. I gaze at his cock and smile. I’ve never really looked at a man naked before. Every guy before was a quickie in a car. My first naked guy is a ripped specimen.

Ford hands me a can of soda then sits on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers from my shoulder along my hip to my knee. I shiver under his touch then gulp down as much soda as I can before rolling over to face him lounging against the headboard.

When Ford studies me, I sense he’s finally tired. I want to say something, but nothing sounds right in my head. We remain quiet with the only sounds coming from the heater and an autumn light rain.

Finishing his drink, Ford stands and drags a blanket from the floor. I watch him return to bed and cover us both.

“If you disappear on me tonight, I’ll hold a grudge,” he says, relaxing his head on two pillows.

“I don’t think I can move my hips.”

His thumb caressing my lips, he smiles. “That was the plan.”

Sucking at his thumb, I wish I could think of something sexy to say. Ford doesn’t want words though. He wants me in his bed in the morning. I nearly laugh at his concern. No way will I leave this man who saw me completely exposed and only wants more. Maybe tomorrow with the sun up, my common sense will return. For tonight, I pretend Crawford Reed is mine and I get to keep him.

Shay

Best Alarm Clock

I dream of Ford moving inside me. My body aches in the dream and still aches once I’m awake. Next to me, Ford sleeps like a rock. He never moves. Even when I climb out of bed to use the restroom down the hall, I return to find him in the same position. One arm rests over his face, the other across his chest. He’s only covered from his hips down and I shiver at the sight of his thick pubic hair peeking from under the blanket.

Resting next to him, I study his ribcage where a pinup girl tattoo looks back at me. She’s wearing an eye patch and short red dress. The chick is all curves and I remember how nervous I was about Ford finding me unattractive. If he did, the guy’s an ace liar.

I snuggle closer to Ford and think about the dull pain between my legs. I’m scared to sleep, mostly because of what awaits me in the morning. Will Ford be as amazing in the bright light of the day? Will the magic of this night fade away?

Stressing myself, I watch Ford’s chest rise and fall in a slow steady pace. He’s sound asleep and fully relaxed. I want to be the same, so I match my breathing to his until my eyes grow heavy. My last thought before sleep takes me is what will Ford taste like in the morning.

He tastes like mint.

Ford wakes me gently. His fingers sliding along my warm body while his lips suck at my throat. I struggle to open my eyes and his soft touch isn’t helping. Relaxing under his affections, I stare at him through heavy lids.

“Morning,” I mumble.

Ford kisses me awake. Soft at first then with more hunger. I doubt I can endure sex when I’m tender from the vigorous efforts last night. I’m wrong.

Ford is in no hurry. He teases me until I’m wet enough for one finger to fill me then a second. I moan against his lips and wrap him tighter in my arms. Even half asleep, I want him.

“Shay,” he says. “Do you see me?”

Opening my eyes, I’m more asleep than I think. He isn’t looking to fuck an unconscious chick.

“You look amazing in the morning,” I mumble, smiling.

Ford grins then removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean. “You taste amazing in the morning.”

I smile wider then brace myself as his cock opens me again. Rather than focus on the slight pain of being so thoroughly owned by a man of Ford’s size, I study his throat, collarbone, and the muscles flexing on his shoulders. He’s perfection. Even the scars on his jaw just below his beard are beautiful.

My eyes feast on his body as he moves faster and harder. I don’t even try to keep up. I’ll only slow down his increasing momentum. My nails tease at his arms, the hair on his chest, his nipples, the hard stomach flexing as he gets closer to coming.

I’m close too. Even sore, my body responds to his movements. The power of his thrusts tempts my clit, bringing me to the brink. When I come, I cry out and forget to cover my mouth. Letting go, I hold onto Ford’s forearms. Pleasure mixes with the pain from so much vigorous fucking the night before.

Ford comes too. My pussy clenches around his cock, working out every delicious lick of pleasure. He can’t hold on and his thrusts change as he fills me. I can’t focus on him though. My body is on fire, wanting more and afraid of never feeling as good again.

My eyes closed, I lose myself in the orgasm. My pussy spasms, sending waves of joy over my tired body. My arms wrap tight around him as he leans down to kiss me. I can’t let this moment end. What in life could ever feel this brilliant again?

“Shay,” he whispers against my cheek.

“I see you,” I whisper back.

“I know, but you’re shaking.”

Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze. “You’ve been fucked well before. You probably don’t remember how it feels the first time.”

Ford studies me. “I’m looking to ruin you for all other men. Have I hit that point yet?”

I laugh especially since he’s clearly serious. “You’re not there. You’ll need to keep working at it.”

Ford slides out of my body then rests on his side next to me. “I was hoping that was the case.”

“I’m going to feel you inside me all day.”

“All part of my plan,” he says, brushing hair from my forehead. “Can you move? Have I crippled you?”

I laugh again and roll on my side to face him. “A limp won’t slow me down.”

He smiles in a tender way and my heart clenches. I want this man to always look at me with such passion, but life doesn’t work that way.

Ford sighs and I prepare for bad news. “I have shit to do this morning that I can’t get out of it. Club crap, but I want to pick you up for dinner before you go to work.”

My smile is crazy big. I’m being an idiot, but his bad news is actually great news. He still wants to see me. I need more time in the sun with Ford.

“Okay,” is all I think to say.

Ford grins. “I need to shower. I’d ask you to come with me, but I don’t think I’d make my meeting if I did.”

“Next time then,” I say, praying I don’t sound too clingy.

Ford just grins, loving how hooked I am. I see a glimmer of arrogance in his gaze as he slides out of bed.

I roll over to watch him walk naked out of the room and he stops at the doorway. Glancing back at me over his shoulder, Ford laughs at my expression then starts walking again.

After he’s in the shower, I crawl out of bed and find my clothes tossed all over the room. I need to pee, but wait until Ford is dressed. Once in the bathroom, I wash out my mouth and try to look presentable. It’s ridiculous since he’s already seen me at my morning worst. A girl has her pride though.

I walk out to the kitchen to find Ford and Pax drinking coffee. They stop talking when I approach, making me feel small under their gazes. I hope Pax doesn’t say anything to embarrass me. I also wonder what happened to the girl I heard the night before.

“You’re loud in the morning,” Pax says, smirking over the rim of the coffee cup.

Ford gives his brother a sideways frown, causing Pax to laugh.

“Hey, a horny girl’s cries are the best alarm clock around.”

Pax leaves his cup on the counter then struts past me. “See you at the Hunk O’ Love, Ford.”

As Pax heads outside, I watch him go before turning my focus to Ford who wags his finger at me. I feel awkward, having never woken up at a guy’s house before. Is there some kind of protocol I should be aware of?

“Coffee?” he asks.

I glance down at his cup and take it. After a few sips of the black coffee, I hand it back.

“I was going to make you your own cup,” he says, giving me an odd look.

Eyes widening, I step back. “Sorry.”

Ford grins big. “You’re so sensitive.”

Caressing between my legs, I sigh. “Tell me about.”

His smile widens then he finishes the cup of coffee. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he walks me outside to where his Harley is parked under a carport. Before we climb on, he waits for me to put my hair into my hat so it won’t fly off.

“I should tell you something,” he says, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. “That girl last night is my last choice booty call.”

“That’s gross,” I mutter, feeling insecure.

“You shouldn’t slut shame.”

“I wasn’t calling her gross.”

“I know. I meant you shouldn’t slut shame me.”

I laugh, despite my nerves.

“So the girl’s name is Maggie and I bang her when there’s no one better.”

“Or a girl blows you off,” I say quietly.

“Or I want that girl to stake her claim.”

I squint at him. “Did you play me last night?”

Ford runs a hand through his hair and tries not to laugh. “You wanted to come home with me. I needed to give you a push and Maggie was standing right there so…”

“If I hadn’t fallen for your little trick, you’d have fucked her though.”

“No. With you, I’m like a dog with a bone. Maggie wouldn’t have satisfied.”

I smile like a fool. “I like when you say bone.”

Ford finally laughs. “You’re a cool chick, Shay, and I like you. I want to be honest, so you’ll understand how resisting my charm is futile. I want you and I got you. Later, I’ll want you again and I’ll get you again. I only hope I don’t have to play any games to make it happen.”

I pat his chest and smile. “We’ll see.”

Ford climbs on his Harley and sighs. “Chicks.”

Once my arms wrap around his waist, I lean around his shoulder and smile. “I liked when you pretended you were too old to play games. Classic.”

When Ford grins, I know he’s admiring how much better he plays the games than I do. Yep, he had me fooled. While I should be angry, I’m not. How can I be when I got what I wanted anyway?