All Blues

by Marie Wathen

  Jude chuckles deeply. “Now you understand why I refused to be the one to tell you that shit. Ain’t no damn way in hell that you would have believed it if I was the one to tell you that she is a tattoo artist and her real name is Huldah Johnson.” He tosses his head back and belts out a loud laugh, and I can’t help chuckling along with him.

  “I,” I stutter, still chuckling. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

  Through a softer laugh he says, “A woman that fucking beautiful with that name.” He shakes his head. “How damn twisted were her parents?”

  “She is too beautiful for that name,” I agree, reminiscing about how sexy she looks in my house, and how badly I want her here with me and not that little bastard, Rad.

  All of Jude’s humor halts instantly. “And she is off limits to you, Eth.”

  I snap my eyes up to him. “The fuck?”

  “I know what that look in your eye means.” He stands in front of me, pressing one hand against my shoulder. “Lourdes is your target.” I nod. “Stay focused on that. And forget about screwing Angel.”

  Chapter Four

  “I need to fuck you hard, Angel,” I growl softly against her ear. Those gorgeous globes with pebbled-hard nipples push forward with need and press into my chest, telling me that she definitely wants me, too. Her back is jammed against my closed bedroom door, while she straddles my leg with her skirt hiked up over the swell of her hips.

  After Jude’s warning, I found her in my private bathroom, looking like a fucking dream angel come true. And, with that smart mouth of hers, telling me that she belongs to Rad. Well, I can’t stop myself from taking what I want. With dire urgency, I crushed my mouth against her sizzling lips, kissing her like a damn dying man needing electroshock, and…I need more.

  Since discovering how sweet her lips are, I must sample every inch of her, and so I bite down on her sexy little earlobe. She doesn’t argue with my demanding quest, so I remove one hand from her heavy breast and slide it between her soft thighs, causing her to make the sexiest whimper. Fuck, my resolve won’t last with her noises. More importantly, if anyone on the other side of this door hears her cries, I am a dead man. I plunge a finger into her wet slit and find her desire matching mine exactly. This goddamn perfect angel is practically melting from my touch. Suddenly, I no longer give a damn about life, and for a moment in time, I forget all the bullshit that needs me more than Angel.

  “You need me to fuck you, too.” Nodding agreeably, she whimpers again. With a deep groan, I kiss her, stroking my tongue with hers. Then still needing to taste every part of her, I lick the edge of her teeth and her kiss-swollen lips that taste of my favorite whiskey. After growling a demand for her to keep her gaze on me, I am mesmerized by what untold secrets she holds in these sparkling silvery eyes. Even though her body is articulating everything I need to know, I want to hear her say that she wants this just as much as I do, so I insist, “Tell me.”

  Without hesitation, she drops her head back, closes her eyes and rubs the mound of her sweet smelling pussy against my hand, searching for relief for her needy little clit before moaning, “Yes…Fuck me, Ethan.”

  Hearing that name pass over her delicious mouth is like the slice of a hot blade through my chest, and I freeze. Her lust filled eyes open languidly, and she stares between mine, searching for an answer to why I stopped finger-fucking her.

  “Don’t say my name,” I answer her silent request, biting down on the disgust I feel rolling in the pit of my stomach.

  Confusion floods her expression, but she nods agreeably without saying a word. I pull away from her and help her down from my thigh, watching her hands tremble and her body vibrate while she straightens her clothes. I am pissed off at myself for treating her like shit. She deserves so much better than a man who can’t offer her anything more than a one night stand. Jude’s warning pops into my head again. Unexpectedly, worry about the temptress before me seizes my mind, and all I can think about is Angel getting caught in the crossfire of this bullshit with Lourdes and Nelson because of me. If it ever gets out that I screwed another woman while pledging myself to Lourdes, it won’t just be me that is punished for my moment of weakness.

  When Angel’s sexy grey eyes lift up, meeting mine, my heart fucking stalls in my chest. There is something so compelling about this woman–something so much more than a waste of space druggie, who tossed her life away after running away from foster care when she turned eighteen. Her beauty isn’t the only thing that I’ve noticed tonight. Her posturing hints at refinement, like she comes from an upper-class family who forced her into years of preparatory school. Vain isn’t a synonym that I would use to describe her either. If anything, I would guess that she is faultless, even given the minimum background that I do know about her. For sure, that smart mouth, tells me that she isn’t just street smart, she is intelligent. And the way she shifts from strong-willed to submissive in an instant seems rehearsed. Bending down to snap up her lace panties, lying shredded on the floor where I tossed them, she holds my glaze, and I spot the disappointment flashing across her face.

  When she spins around to leave, I lose my battle. “Don’t,” I beg like a motherfucking pussy, pressing my chest against her back and stroking my throbbing hard-on against her tight ass. She pushes back against me, and after kissing her neck, I confess, “I need you.” It is dangerous, and I hate risking her because I am a selfish bastard, but I can’t deny the unmistakable draw of my body to hers. This is what I have needed for so long. Her. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to fuck you against the goddamn door, Angel.”

  Instantly, my siren takes over, slipping out of her skirt and presenting that perfect ass to me. A rivulet of sweat rolls down my hot skin and my heart thumps against my ribcage. I slide a condom over my dick, wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her, and then rub my swollen head between her folds. I shudder at the amazing sensation, and she is dripping with desire. God, let me last more than five minutes. I haven’t been this turned on in years, and I want this woman more than any that I have ever been with, but I pause.

  “Tell me you want this,” a rumble tumbles out from deep within my chest, threatening to break me in two, so I brush my lips against her neck to calm down. I am just barely hanging on, but I won’t do this if she doesn’t want it.

  “No, I don’t want it.” My wildly beating heart convulses when she growls her reply while shaking her head, and I almost pull away. But then she demands, “I need you to fuck me…hard.”

  Never have words ever sounded any better than these six, spoken from her hot little mouth. I slam into her just as she ordered, and she releases a deep throaty scream. Not wanting anyone outside of this room to hear us, I cover her mouth with one hand while holding her on me with the other. The feeling is so damn incredible that I can hardly stand to stop moving inside her, but fuck me. Her pussy is so tight and her walls clench around my cock like a vice grip or Hoover vacuum cleaner hose.

  “Fuck, you’re clenching the hell out of my dick,” I tell her, more than pleased with the way we fit together and how she can ride my cock in this sexy position. After tonight, I will never look at a door the same again.

  Panting roughly, she begs, “I need…” Hell yeah.

  Understanding her need, I turn us around, careful not to trip over my bunched up pants, which I’m dragging with me. Then I gently lay her face down on my California king bed, all while she is still securely locked onto my erection.

  “Tell me what you need,” I order after kicking off my shoes and pants. I slide deeper into her soaked pussy and feel her clenching against me again. I need to know, “Do you want to come, sweetness?”

  “No.”

  That one little word defies me, daring me to be the man that will shatter her orgasm with minimal effort. I know she is ready to explode. It’s pulsing through every cell in her body, straight against the head of my dick, but she is one stubborn ass woman, and I’m going to have to work hard for her surrender.

  Thrusti
ng down hard into her slick core, I ask again, “Do you want to come now?”

  She has lost the ability to speak because of her building climax and can only shake her head at this point, and I smile smugly. Biting down on the comforter, she moans breathlessly, “No.”

  Goddamn, this willfulness of hers is enough to make a man go mad. I pull out of her roughly and then flip and toss her into the middle of the mattress. She crawls back on her elbows, the minimal lighting displaying her flat stomach, her powerful thighs and a touch of submissive in her shimmering grey eyes.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Nudging her thighs apart, I make myself comfortable pressing the length of my erection against her entrance and grinding lightly. Then I look at her. Running the tips of her pink tongue along the edge of her kiss-swollen lips, she stares back intently. A chill runs through her body and the sensation of it reaches straight into me. There is more between us than a sexual craving that we suffer comparably, but it can never be more than this moment. I see a bit of emotion flash and then sizzle a second before she closes her eyes tightly, shutting me out. Smartly, Angel is aware that after tonight there will not be a repeat of our encounter.

  Vying for control again, this fucking beauty, my siren, pushes her hips upward, begging me to give her what she needs. She reaches out and takes my mouth, hard, punishing me with luscious bliss. God, what I wouldn’t give for a woman like her. So soft, so eager, so much of every damn thing that I want.

  “Angel,” I call softly, and she opens her eyes for me again. I could look at her forever while I press my lips gently against her full pout. With minimal effort, I slide between her lips, and her hot tongue sucks on mine methodically with increased yearning. I drown in her taste and this moment, soft and indulgent. No moment before this one has ever been hotter and more tantalizing. She is drawing something out of me, some indescribable rawness that I had no idea existed inside my deadened soul. This lovely angel is tempting the tempted with something so much more than her exquisite body, and she has no damn idea what that could mean. I pull away, swiping my thumb over one of the most sinful bottom lips that I have ever kissed and tell her, “God, you are perfect.”

  A fire burst through her glare. She hisses no, and then demands, “Fuck me.”

  Without another word, I push into her, taking pleasure in the feel of her hot pussy wrapping around my dick, giving me a surge of excitement, and it is fucking glorious. Her mouth forms into a perfect O shape and then she bites down hard on her bottom lip. Staring into her eyes, I try to take this slower, but she isn’t having any more of me dominating this scene. She wraps long, tone legs around my middle, thrusting her core upward. I go balls deep into sheer heaven and she grips me tighter. Oh sweet heavenly-hell! I know one small taste of her will never be enough. I will be trapped in purgatory for as long as I live. A strong urge to mark her, branding her as mine zaps into my veins, humming like the sweetest drug. Biting down on my lip to avoid that mistake, I squeeze my eyes closed and pound the fuck out of her. In and out, our movements are a taut burning passion. She moans and grabs, fully consumed. Only minutes later, my balls tighten, a light tingle forms at the base of my spine and then I’m spiraling along the edge of ecstasy.

  Panting roughly, I bury my face into her thick mane and plead, “Fuck baby, I’m close.” Her walls tighten, if that’s even fucking possible, and I wrap myself around her tight body, taking what I need. She awards me with a climax that sends tremors through her entire body.

  “Yes, yes…” she whimpers, still writhing her wet clit against me, and I kiss that wicked mouth, revealing to me how much she enjoys what she’s feeling. What I’ve made her feel. Elated that I succeeded in bringing her pleasure, I release, grunting deeply several times before dropping my face against her neck and drawing in quick breaths. My nose fills with the sweet scent of her hair and I memorize it like I will be tested on it at some point in the future.

  “Goddamn Baby, that was so good.”

  Her hands smooth over my shoulders, snaking around my neck, and I fight hard against wrapping her up in my arms and taking her away from this fucked-up world. Lifting up, I stroke a thumb tenderly against her cheek while looking down into deep grey pools. Her lips part as if she wants to say something, her eyes pleading for something that my heart seems to understand. But then before speaking her desires, I feel her body tense, and she snaps her mouth closed. A moment later, she pushes against my chest and rolls out from underneath me. I watch her practically running away from me as she scoots into the bathroom. Smart girl.

  I slip back into my clothes, run a hand through my hair and stare at the bathroom door, taking controlled, deep breaths. My bedroom smells like sex and her, a hint of vanilla and something spicy. Kentucky whiskey, I guess, smiling.

  Reality punches me in the face. I fucked up. I should never have pushed the issue of screwing her. There is only one thing left to do to make this situation better. I must protect Angel.

  After knocking on the bath door, I watch her cautiously edge it open, and then I see a fake smile fall instantly when her eyes make contact with mine. My eyes drift down to the pale pink sheen peeking above her cleavage and I smile smugly, knowing that I did that to this perfect angel.

  She will be the death of me.

  Just needing it, I move in and take one last sampling of her perfect mouth, and then say, “Angel, get the fuck out of my world.”

  In a blaze or fury, she pushes past me and snaps, “With pleasure, jackass.” Goddamn, that fucking mouth.

  Chapter Five

  The burning sensation in my gut twists painfully, so I gulp down another mouthful of whiskey. A stabbing pain pierces the back of my head, so I close my eyes to it. Loud music, too happy and too perfect, for this shitty moment that I am living, bellows through the large space and feels like a raging mandrill slugging the hell out of me, in the face, repeatedly. This fucking headache just won’t go away. I am a master of power, who needs to keep all components in perfect order, always. But, everything is spinning out of control. I fucking hate losing control.

  My phone buzzes on the bar top, flashing a new text message.

  LORDES: WAITING 4U IN OUR BED

  A sickening tremor races through my muscles, thinking about her stretched across my bed–the place that was once a haven–waiting for me to come home and fuck her. She has had my key for a few weeks, and this isn’t the first time that she has used it. Replying to her text, I let her know that I’m staying in the city tonight. No way in hell will I be fucking the crazy chick tonight, or any other, if I can help it.

  “Hey boss,” Minder greets, sidling up on the stool next to mine. “Are you playing tonight?”

  Swallowing the last ounce of my liquor, I shake my head, sitting the glass down on a paper coaster on the table in front of me. “No, Minder, I’m just here to enjoy the music tonight, and this,” I reply, pointing a finger at my tumbler. His dark green eyes flick down at it and then they move, roaming wildly around the room, like he is looking for someone. He hums, and I see his eyebrow pull downward. “Is something up?”

  Rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, he pierces me with a cautious but determined look. “Yeah, I need to talk with you. Can we go somewhere private?”

  Sliding off my chair, I say, “We’ll go to the employee lounge. The band only uses it after a set.” The Zill is on stage now so there is no worry about being interrupted. Minder works under Decks at a trap house, where he sales large volumes of weed and coke. He is never a nervous person. Actually, his personality is subdued because of his chronic marijuana usage. Seeing him antsy assures me that whatever he needs to discuss must be some serious shit.

  We enter the dark lit room, and I shut the door. With my hands propped on my hips, I ask, “What’s bothering you, man?”

  He takes a seat, pulling a tightly twisted joint out of his front shirt pocket. “I don’t bring shit to you, well, because you’re the boss, but,” he lights the end of the hand rolled i
llegal cigarette, pulling in a lungful before he continues, “I don’t think Decks will give a shit.” He shrugs. “You, on the other hand, will do what’s right.”

  “What is that exactly?” I cross my arms over my chest, and shake my head when he offers me a hit, while manically coughing and stating that it is good shit.

  Sometimes, I will partake in smoking with the underlings, but I don’t make a habit of it. For one reason, it isn’t smart for an entrepreneur to waste his sales on himself. Mostly though, I hate the shit, especially the smell. However, there are times that I need to do it just so I can reassure the guys that the city cop in me is long gone and forgotten.

  “Last year, before I started selling for Decks, I was doing a stint with a really rough group staked out down on Cash Memorial.” I nod, familiar with the small time pushers and their suppliers. They are of no consequences to the X, so we don’t really pay them much attention. “So, I’m all about the sale and making bank, but I also enjoy the hell out of a good smoke too. At times, I’m awarded free shit for a job well done,” he holds up his current goodie, “but, for the most part, I pay for my shit. The old lady hates it when my pay check goes right back to Decks on Friday night.” He chuckles and I continue to listen, but my irritability is beginning to grow. Something that I’ve noticed happens a lot more recently, and I can’t put my finger on the source.

  Minder notices that I am already bored with his story, so he crushes his smoke, stands and says, “There was a guy that came on board. He started out selling, not impressive sales, but enough to earn him some free weed. About a month in, he began burning through the profits and the gang set him out on his ass with a warning that they never wanted to see him around their neighborhood again. I ran into him a few months later. He was at a skating rink down near the airport. The fucker is weird as hell and seeing him around kids freaked me out a little. I have a couple of little ones who I was picking up from a birthday party. Once inside the car, they told me that he approached them about having some fun out back.” A shiver runs through Minder and his hazy looking eyes still momentarily, lost in the memory. “My older kid, Hades, told on the other one, saying that his little brother went around to the backside of the building to meet up with the freak. Too afraid to actually approach, Tuck watched from the shadows. The prick was teaching a couple of little girls how to produce shake n’ bake meth.”