Fighting Me (Shaft on Tour #5)

by Cat Mason

  “Fuck!” I scream, throwing my head back.

  There’s no build up; my orgasm slams into me. I collapse against the headboard as I ride it out, crying out as I hold on for dear life. He doesn’t stop. Instead, Henry tilts my pelvis, thrusting his tongue into my pussy while one of his hands moves up to tug on my nipple ring. It’s sensory overload.

  My body shakes as Henry eases me to my side on the bed, tucking me into him. His hands slide up my sides, stopping to cup my breasts as he meets my eyes. One hand disappears into my hair, cupping the back of my head as he pulls me closer. His tongue skims my bottom lip. “Fuckin’ addictive,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. “Taste how sweet you are, baby?” he asks between kisses.

  Pressing my body to his, I moan into his mouth, getting lost in his kiss. This makes twice he has gotten me off without anything for himself. Now, it’s my turn.

  Moving my lips down his jaw, I push against his chest, making it clear that I want him on his back. Parting my lips, I circle his nipple with my tongue before moving down his chest. Henry’s hands fist in my hair as I make it down to his hip bone and nip it with my teeth. “Fuck,” he growls, making me want to fist pump the air. Instead, I brace myself up on his hips, my eyes widening at the black script just above his cock.

  Looking up at Henry, I giggle. “What’s that?” I ask, running my finger along the words “rub for good luck”.

  Covering his face with his arm, he sighs. “That is the only time I’ll ever lose a bet to Hunter Chesterfield.” I can see his face redden a bit, but he smiles, no doubt reliving the memory.

  “I think I need to hear more about this.”

  “Only one way he’s tellin’ that story,” he chuckles. “It’d have to be my eulogy.”

  Covering my mouth, I stifle my laughter. The always serious Henry has been long gone today and I like it. Don’t get me wrong, intimidating Big Man is hot as hell, but I like this part of him. Looking down, I place my hands on his knees, fanning out my fingers to span more of his thick, muscular legs as I move upward.

  Leaning down, I circle the head of his cock, licking a drop of wetness from the tip. Arching his back, he thrusts his hips up. A loud groan leaves his lips and the only thought in my head right now is needing to hear him do it again. My hands flatten on his hips, holding him where I want him. Parting my lips, I lean down and suck just the head into my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I feel him shudder. Taking one of my hands, I wrap it around the base, stroking up and down as I take more of him into my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby, your mouth is amazing.”

  His words excite me, they make me more daring. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him into my mouth to the back of my throat before swallowing around him. Henry’s shoves my hair over my shoulder so he can see my face. I lock eyes with him, letting him slide out of my mouth slowly before taking him in again. His eyes are hooded as he watches. He doesn’t say anything, but I can pretty much read his thoughts as he reaches down and covers my hand with his, slowing my strokes and applying pressure.

  Leaning back, I sit on my heels and grin at him. “What do you want, Henry?” I ask, even though I can pretty much tell where this is going.

  “You.” Reaching out, he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Thankfully, someone had extra so I helped myself.”

  Sitting up with his back to the headboard, Henry drops the lube beside him and tears the foil of the condom with his teeth. I watch the latex stretch as he rolls it down his length. Grabbing the bottle, Henry squirts it into his hand and strokes slowly from base to tip. “Take my hands and guide yourself down on me, baby.”

  Taking his hands, I straddle his hips and take just the tip of him into me. I gasp, sliding down onto another inch as he guides it into me. “Shit! I need a second,” I gasp. Fuck, he might tear me in two, but it feels so good.

  “Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight, Rae,” Henry groans, closing his eyes. “You’ve gotta move, I can’t take much more.”

  I lower more, taking him into me inch-by-inch. My eyes drift closed and I moan at the fullness. I’m stretched to the hilt and he wants me to move! Moving my hands to his shoulders, I blow out the breath I’ve been holding and move.

  Up and down, I roll my hips, feeling every inch of him move inside me. His head lulls back against the headboard and his mouth parts as he takes ragged breaths. My hands slip from his, running over the ink on his biceps to grip his shoulders as I ride him. “I want to watch your eyes, baby.” I pant.

  Instantly, they fly open and I get the blazing green. “Get yourself there, baby, I won’t last like this.” His rough hands run along my back; my skin burns and my body aches for his touch. Grinding down, my clit hits his pelvis every time making me moan. Henry grins, his fingers finding my nipples, tugging and rolling them between his fingers. Throwing my head back, I cry out as I grind down on him, setting me off into an orgasm that damn near tears me in half.

  Henry crushes his lips to mine, swallowing my cries as he thrusts his hips up, his thighs slapping against my ass. Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit and he growls into my mouth as he drives me toward another release that I am certain will kill me. Rolling us, Henry deepens the kiss, pinning my hands above my head as he drives into me his body pressing into mine.

  I can feel it coming, not just for him, but for me. His hands squeeze mine as he buries his face in my neck. He roars like a fucking animal, desperate for his release as I fall over the edge again. It’s the hottest goddamn sound I have ever heard and it is like a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. “Henry!” I scream, yanking my hands free of his to hold him to me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I take the savage pounding of his hips until he finally stills over me, panting my name in my ear as he comes.

  After a minute, Henry slips from my body. Standing to his feet, he smiles at me. “Be right back, gotta trash the dick wrapper.” Turning, he heads out of the room, minding his head so it doesn’t hit the top of the door frame, giving me a shot of his fantastic ass as he does. I can’t even begin to move. I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. A totally amazing train that wrecked me with three orgasms that has my clit still throbbing from the aftermath.

  “You okay?” he asks, ducking again as he steps through the doorway carrying two bottles of water.

  On wobbly arms, I sit up against the pillows and take the water when he offers me a bottle. Twisting off the cap, I take a long swallow as he climbs into the bed beside me. The minute I replace the lid, he takes the bottle and places it on the table beside him. Wrapping an arm around me, he adjusts me so that I am laying on his chest, while he thumbs through his phone, checking for any messages from the group.

  My fingers move through his chest hair as I explore his body in more detail and get a closer look at all of his tattoos. On his right bicep, the words “the devil himself is afraid of my demons” is in black ink. His left side has the face of a monster along with another quote. All those questions I wanted answers to start to swirl in my head again, only making me more curious about the man behind the shades.

  “You wanna spit it out, or you gonna keep chewin’ on that?” he asks, running his hand through my hair.

  Laying my head on his chest, I meet his eyes. “Just tryin’ to figure you out, that’s all,” I say, moving my fingers back through his chest hair.

  Arching a brow, Henry shakes his head. “Don’t bother,” he says, slipping his arm behind his head. “Trust me, Rae, last thing you need is this shit in your head. Leave the demons in the dark, where they belong. Along with the monster.”

  “You know, at first, I figured you thought you were better than everyone else and that’s why you came off so intimidating and stayed in the shadows for the most part. That’s not it though, is it?” I ask, sitting up. “I’ll be the first person to tell you that I’m no angel, Bear. I’ve got my own shit to deal with, things that haunt me every day of my life, but I don’t let them own me. I won’t. I can’t deny that I don’t see the
darkness in your eyes; it’s crystal clear. I know that there’s gotta be some really rough shit in there, but the last thing I see when I look at you is a monster. What in the hell could you have possibly done that’s so awful?”

  “It’s not just something I’ve done,” he replies, vaguely. His eyes go from warm to cold in a matter of seconds, letting me know that I have overstepped the pillow talk boundaries. Who knew? “It’s who I am.” Rolling over, he slides from the bed. Grabbing his shorts, he starts to get dressed. “I gotta go.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say moving toward the edge of the mattress. “I get that I said something that I shouldn’t have, but we all have dark pieces in our pasts, Henry. If not, the light wouldn’t be worth fighting for.”

  “You should get dressed then I’ll walk you back to the house before I do my rounds.” The tone of his voice is completely frigid.

  Hot then fucking cold at the drop of a hat. Where the hell was my warning?

  A simple, “We’re sorry, but your post multi-orgasmic haze is being interrupted by whiplash, Big Man style” would have been great. It needs to be a rule that you aren’t allowed to talk after mind-blowing sex, unless it’s a matter of life or death. It really only fucks things up before the feeling comes back to your extremities which causes problems when you need to slap someone stupid and walk out.

  “You’re not responsible for me,” I say coolly. Climbing from the bed, I pull on my tank and panties before yanking my shorts up over my thighs. Grabbing up my sandals, I meet his eyes. “Besides, I believe I was on my way to the lagoon.” Turning I make my way for the door. “In case you didn’t catch that, that was Bitchenese for, ‘Thanks for the ride, it was fun. See ya around’.”

  I hear him shout for me, but I don’t stop. I continue putting one foot in front of the other until I’m off the boat and heading down the trail toward away from him. He calls for me again, but I shake it off, not wanting to hear any excuses. He’s right. His issues are his issues and I had no right putting my nose in them. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was the one who said we were just having fun and then I go and start trying to psychoanalyze him while his dick is still hard. He probably wanted to throw me overboard.

  His mood swings are something I can’t manage to get used to. I let myself get sucked into the Big Man Vortex only to end up wanting to slap the shit out of him because he switches gears from the guy who cuddles the kids and kisses me to the asshole who keeps people at a distance when it comes to anything about himself. It has me coming to my own assumptions to some of the questions that I’ve been asking myself about him. One of which is, how much does anyone in the group know about Henry? He has a great ability to turn the tables to keep the topic of discussion off of him for the most part.

  He jokes and makes casual conversation, sure, but it generally is aimed at stories about the boys, the kids, or life on the road. It’s nothing solely about him. More often than not, he’s holding up a wall or a tree while watching life go on around him.

  If that’s how he wants it, who the hell am I to voice an opinion when I don’t know shit?

  Stepping into the lagoon, I see everyone gathered around a table while Hunter pours liquor into shot glasses. “Hey, Rae.” Holding up a glass, Hunter downs the shot before tipping the empty glass at me. “Grab a shot and join the party.”

  Walking over, I take a glass from Camaron and toss it back. The tequila burns going down but soon it’s replaced with more of a warm tingle. Handing me another shot, Hunter turns and clinks his glass with Grayson. Shaking my head, I hand it back, knowing that my diabetes makes me a total lightweight and fast too. Even the one shot will have me feeling no pain soon enough. “Here’s to the end of a legacy, the end of an era.” Holding his glass up high, he chuckles, winking at Chase. “In thirty-six hours, this beautiful woman will have my last name.” Walking over, he wraps an arm around her, pressing his forehead to hers and smiling. “It’s only fair since the crazy, feisty woman found the heart I didn’t know I had and stole the bastard right out of my chest.”

  “Such a poet,” Chase giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck, before pressing her lips to his. “I love you too, Hunter.”

  “All right, all right,” Aiden calls out from the iPod deck and speakers set up at the other end of the bar. “I’ve got a special request.” Fumbling with his phone, he turns the knob on the speaker to adjust the volume.

  A string of violins blares through the speakers and everyone starts laughing, except Hunter. His eyes harden and he tosses his empty shot glass to the bar. “This damn song will haunt me for the rest of my life. One bad bet, and a strip club later and now my theme song is the fuckin’ ‘Thong Song’.”

  “Oh come on, Hunter, you know you love it,” Chase says, dancing around him, shaking her hips.

  Camaron grabs my hand. “Come on, Rae, Hunter isn’t the only one who can shake their ass.”

  Blowing out a breath, I toss my sandals to the sand and start moving my hips as we move away from the bar. Hunter laughs and grabs Chase’s hip, moving in time to the music with her. While we dance, Camaron tells me about that night in Vegas when Hunter rocked the strip club because he lost some bacon cheeseburger challenge. I can’t help laughing because, according to Cam, he loses most of the times he bets, but is always the first one to throw down a challenge.

  Henry catches my eye when he walks over and leans against the bar, talking to Grayson as he nurses a beer. His sunglasses are back in place, meaning that all intimidating Henry is back in all his cold and distant glory. I don’t like how we left things back on the boat, but it takes two, doesn’t it? Choosing to do as he wants and let it go, I focus on the music as the song changes and throw my hands up and shake my ass.

  Aiden comes up and grabs Cam, spinning her into him. Swooping right in, Mack takes my hand and twirls me in a circle while Luke and his girlfriend are in their own little world in a hammock that hangs just above the water. Mack doesn’t grind on me, or even get too close, which surprises me since I pegged him as a manwhore from day one. I feel Henry’s eyes on me the entire rest of the night, but neither of us say a word to each other. I figure it’s best to leave well enough alone and decide not to push my luck since he clearly has a “Do Not Approach” sign on his forehead.

  By the time Mack decides to do a walk-through of the island and check on Daisy and the kids, I decide to head back with him and Grayson. After dancing for hours I am exhausted and want nothing more than to climb into my bed and sleep.

  Staggering into my room, I climb into bed in just a bra and panties and pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

  15

  Bitchenese

  Henry

  This old dog isn’t learning new tricks so well. Lying in bed with Rae, I was finally relaxing, or so I thought. Instead, I lashed out and completely shut down on her. Again. The asshole came out and totally fucked things up. I don’t blame her for ripping me a new ass and storming out. Honestly, I’m pretty shocked she didn’t fuckin’ deck me like she did Mack. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it.

  I don’t want to dump the shit in my head on anyone, especially not her. I wanted to spend the night wrapped up in her, instead I spent the night watching her have fun without me.

  Once again, Big Man, you placed yourself on the sidelines and the only one to blame is yourself.

  Walking the island, the sun beats down brutally already and it’s only ten a.m. Today, everything for the wedding gets set up on the beach for the big day. Tomorrow, the last of the boys says “I do” and it leaves me seeing a bigger picture. Hunter is right, it’s the end of an era. But, it’s also the start of an entirely new life that means lots of changes. Good changes, but a lot of adjustment.

  The revelations keep coming, each one smacking me in the face. With every insight into my life comes more and more acceptance of it being time to see the truth that has been staring me down for longer than I care to admit. The person responsible for how I am and the only one who can change i
t are one and the same. Me. No one is here right now to take the brunt of it, no matter how badly I want to remove some of the blame from my shoulders. It’s me and my shit.

  Problem is, how do you start plowing another road in life when you’re literally up against a wall? I can’t even begin to find my way through the dark smoke that clouds my vision. The fire has long burned out and yet it isn’t any easier to breathe.

  Soon enough, Jazz starts school and the new tour kicks off meaning lots of time spent travelling while Daisy and the kids will stay back at home with Rae and Mack since Chase will be performing and Cam will be managing everything behind the scenes.

  After walking the beach this morning, I tell Camaron to make the call to the record label about adding security. “I have conditions,” I tell her, sipping my coffee at the table as she scribbles on my notepad. “I have final authority on plans of action, and no one goes above my head. Period. I won’t allow someone else to come in and run my show and put anyone at risk. Also, I want to be there for interviews and choose my team.”

  “That seems fair, Big Man.” Looking up at me, Cam sits down her pen and nods. “I’ll let them know before we start setting up on the beach today. This is going to make things a lot easier on you and Mack. No one could handle what you do, especially not once we start traveling again.”

  It hasn’t made my load any lighter yet, and I didn’t expect it to, but it was something that needed to be done. It’s all part of having to adjust. I can’t expect everyone else to change and for me to be able to stay the same. I have to jump off the hamster wheel sometime, right?

  Walking into the bathroom, I take a cold shower before changing into a pair of shorts, leaving my shirt off to try and beat the heat. Something crashes to the floor in Rae’s bedroom, immediately putting me on high alert. Grabbing the knob, I fling the door open, thankful she hasn’t been locking it like I told her to. Rae stands with her back to me in nothing but her bra and panties, dumping her purse and the kid’s day bag onto the bed, rambling on about something to herself as the things roll off onto the floor.