by Jordan Marie
“Christ, you’re starting to sound like my mother.”
“She would have been more… colorful.”
“Probably. Are you going to come here or what?”
“You really don’t think we’ll be bothered the rest of the night?”
“Tani would have locked up. The phone hasn’t rung once. We’re safe. Now come here. I have the urge to taste my woman.”
“Taste?” I whisper, experiencing a whole body shiver.
“Come climb up on my face and let me taste you, Addie.”
I’m holding onto the cell door, my heart telling me to jump, while my head is telling me to be cautious. I study his face and something inside of me melts. If it’s a mistake, then at least I’ll have the memories, because I know in my heart that this is a man I could love.
I take one step, still holding onto the door and I see him smile.
“That’s my girl,” he says and I like that. I like it a lot.
I want to be his girl.
I throw caution to the wind and walk toward him.
“Addie! Don’t!” I jump when he yells, unexpectedly. “Close the door,” he sighs.
I frown and look at him and then at the cell door that swung closed behind me.
“What?” I ask, but I turn, to open the door, just in case something is wrong.
“It locks when you shut it,” Black moans, flopping back on the bed.
“Well open it, you have a key,” I ask not understanding why he sounds so upset.
“Sure. Just get them out of my pants pocket,” he says.
I look around the room and there’s no clothes there, and that’s when I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“They’re over by the desk…” I answer.
“Yeah,” he answers, not sounding happy at all.
“That means…”
“We’re locked in here until someone comes in.”
“Until someone comes in….” I reply… “But, Black! I’m naked!”
“No, Addie. You have my shirt on, I’m naked.”
“Oh crap,” I whimper. I’m so deep into my misery I don’t hear Black get up until he’s behind me. He pulls my back against his chest and wraps his arms around me.
“I guess I’ll just have to wear you,” he says with his swiftly hardening cock pushing against my ass…
Chapter Forty-Three
Black
“Oh my God! How can you be horny at a time like this?” Addie cries and I have to laugh.
I kiss her shoulder and make my way up to her neck. Slowly, my hands move up her hips, dragging my shirt out of the way as I go. I want her naked again. Addie’s body is perfection. She shouldn’t have clothes on to hide it from me.
“You’re here,” I respond, because the answer is that simple. Sliding inside of Addie and watching her eyes as I took her settled something inside of me that I didn’t even know was there. I finally understand what Gray and White meant when they said the world changes when you find the right woman.
Addie is the right woman.
“Last week, or heck even the week before that, you didn’t care if I was around or not. I’m not sure I trust this change in you,” she mutters and I hate it. I hate that I put this doubt in her head.
I hate that I haven’t managed to fuck it out of her—but, I’ll damn sure keep trying.
“I cared,” I respond. “You just didn’t see it. Now I’m trying to show you.”
“Can you show me after you find a way to break us out of here.”
“Addie, sweetheart, my skill is locking men up in jail—not getting them out.”
She turns around to look at me, annoyance sparkling in those pretty eyes of hers. I wonder if I dropped to my knees and licked her sweet little pussy if hunger would show in them…
“Are you saying you can’t pick the lock?”
“It’s doubtful. It’s just a holding cell, but it is for a jail. Still, it might be possible,” I shrug.
“Oh thank God! What are you waiting for!?!?! Try it!” she urges, nearly jumping up and down with glee at the thought. It almost—almost makes me sad that I’m about to burst her bubble.
“Sure, Princess, just pass me something to pick the lock with,” I joke, taking a step back.
“Sure, I… what can we use?” she asks, looking frantically around.
“My guess is nothing,” I tell her, picking her up. She wraps her legs around me—my guess is because she’s afraid she will fall. Then she uses her hands to slap my shoulders.
“What are you doing? We have to find something to pick the lock with!”
“Addie, there’s nothing in here to pick a lock with,” I assure her, walking her over to the small table. I put her down on it, and then pull up a chair to sit in front of her.
“You don’t know that! How can you be sure?”
“Think for a minute, Addie.”
“I can’t think! Any minute now someone is going to come in here and find us together. They’re going to take one look at me in your shirt and you…with your dick bouncing around like a giant neon kangaroo and—”
“Neon kangaroo? Have you seen many of those?”
“Oh stop! You know what I mean! They’re going to know what we’ve been doing! In a jail cell!”
“We’re probably not the first, if it makes you feel better,” I tell her calmly, while taking her feet and placing each one on the arm of a chair.
“Of course it doesn’t make me feel—Wait… What do you mean we’re not the first?”
“I caught Luka buttoning his pants one morning with Petal coming out of the cell.”
“I… do they do that often?” she asks, as I let my hand move up her legs, carefully.
“I have no idea.”
“You don’t?” she asks and her voice breaks off into a surprised moan as my fingers trace the lips from her pussy.
“I don’t exactly keep up with when and where Luka puts his dick in my sister, Princess.”
“I… Oh… I guess that makes sense,” she mumbles, her body jerking as my fingers slide into her wet pussy.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers her body shuddering as I hold her open and expose her clit to the cool air.
“Being locked in the slammer makes me hungry.”
“It does?”
“Hell yes, it does,” I tell her, kissing the inside of her thigh. I let my teeth drag against her skin, teasing the tender area, so close to where I plan on burying my face but far enough away to tease her.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be doing this, Black,” she moans, but her fingers tangle into my hair, and she tries to pull my face deeper between her legs. I kiss all the way up, letting my tongue follow the path my teeth make, soothing her. I stop only when I get to the lips of her pussy. At first I don’t touch her there. I just let her have my breath for a minute, knowing how hot it will feel against her skin.
“Don’t think, Princess. Just feel…” I whisper, as I flatten my tongue and begin licking the lips of her pussy. She practically yanks my hair. I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.
“Black… Stop toying with me!” she mumbles, her body trembling. She leans back, opening herself up to me.
“But, Addie, you’re my favorite toy,” I murmur, kissing her clit gently.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I murmur, sucking her clit into my mouth. I tease her like that, sucking, teasing it with my tongue, licking… anything I can do to make her wetter… to make her lose control.
“Promise,” she orders doing her best to grind that sweet little cunt into my face.
This time when I suck on her clit and pull it into my mouth, I slide two fingers deep inside of her. She cries out and her hunger just feeds mine. “Make me come, Black. Please make me come,” she orders, yelling out the words as she greedily rides my face trying to take over. I don’t let her, but I’ll make sure she comes… more than once.
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I’ll make sure she comes so hard that she never doubts that she’s mine.
Chapter Forty-Four
Addie
“Hey Black you back here? The front office was empty.” I hear a voice calling from the other room, but sounding ridiculously close to this one. He’s coming back here—whoever he is… I don’t think I’ve heard the voice before.
“Black! Wake up! Someone is coming!” I whisper-scream. I jump off of him, in a near panic.
I may have fallen asleep lying on top of him. It may have been the best night’s sleep ever. Whatever.
I find his shirt and pull it on, trying to button the buttons furiously.
“Seriously Black! Wake up!”
This wasn’t a whisper. This was a full-fledged panic yell. It works though, he’s grumbling and jerks up, looking at me.
“Someone is coming!” I hiss.
I’m still trying to button up the shirt. I realize straight away that I might have missed a button or two because the end is all wonky, but I don’t have time to go back and figure it out. Why can’t my boyfriend wear t-shirts with cool band names on them or something?
Boyfriend….
“Looks like someone already came…” this deep voice behind me says and I close my eyes.
Shit. I’m going to have to turn around and I really don’t want to. I haven’t brushed my hair and I know I have some serious sex hair going on, because Black was none too gentle last night while feeding me his cock. That thought makes me shudder all over, but I try to tamp down the memories which spring to mind.
This is not the time to get excited and needy. Besides, after last night you would think I’d be good for at least a week—maybe even a month.
“Fuck,” Black growls getting out of bed. I hold my head down as he stands up in his birthday suit. There’s really no way to hide what we’ve been doing. At least Black grabs the pillow and hides his dick behind it. He walks over to me and kisses me briefly on the lips and despite the gravity of the situation, I lose myself for a minute and definitely kiss him back. When he pulls away my eyes slowly open. “Morning, beautiful,” he whispers so quietly and solemnly that I feel the words in my soul, and despite standing in a jail cell with my hair frizzed up to the heavens in and a shirt I don’t even have buttoned right and nothing else, and even despite doing a total I’m in hell version of the walk of shame, I feel beautiful. I feel cared for and for some reason that makes the panic leave me. Why feel shame about being with someone like Black? It wasn’t sleazy or something I hope we don’t repeat again—or a lot of agains.
“Morning,” I whisper, smiling up at him. He stares at my face for a minute and slowly he smiles too. He’s never looked sexier than he does right now. Tattoos everywhere, ruffled hair, sleepy blue eyes and a smile that is a mixture of humor and sex.
I love him.
I hide those words away in my brain. I’ll think about them after we get out of here and I have a shower.
“What are you doing here?” Black grumbles, walking around me to stand between me and the man. I turn around, but with Black blocking my way, I can’t really see.
“I just got in early this morning and I couldn’t sleep. Mom sent me over to check on you.”
“I’m fine,” Black mutters. I’m distracted from the conversation, because I’m looking at Black’s ass. I didn’t fully appreciate it last night. I know one of his brother’s is here. I’ve met Gray and Blue and Cyan. I wonder which one this is, but not enough to look away from Black’s ass. Mostly I’m wondering if I can get away with touching his ass without his brother noticing.
I’m a slut. Who knew?
I almost want to giggle at the freedom I feel this morning and all because of a simple kiss by Black.
“She wanted me to ask you if you’ve pulled your head out of your ass yet, but from the looks of things, I can already tell the answer.”
“You can kiss my ass,” Black grumbles. It’s funny that when he talks the muscles in his ass actually flex. I wonder if everyone’s does that. I’ve never really noticed before.
“No thanks. Not on an empty stomach. Besides, it looks like someone else is already enjoying your ass. Hey there, little lady,” Black’s brother says, in a thick down home accent that is cute and sexy and if I wasn’t obsessed with Black, could make a girl tingle.
I peek around Black’s shoulder; I’m sure my face is blazing red, having been caught staring at Black’s ass. When I look up my breath catches in my chest.
“Oh my God!” I screech. Black jerks, half turning around to look at me.
“What in the hell?” Black complains, but I’m busy ignoring him now. Fan girl mode has clearly stepped in.
“You’re Green Lucas!” I yell, practically jumping up and down.
“That’s me,” he says, looking a little surprised, but grinning at me. A grin I’m all too familiar with because I’ve watched every game the man has been in and swooned with every postgame interview.
“You’re Green Lucas!” I yell again, because I really can’t believe it.
“Addie, what in the hell is going on with you?” Black demands, sounding really pissed.
I drag my eyes away from a laughing Green Lucas, to stare at Black like he’s insane.
“That’s Green Lucas!”
“Addie—”
“You didn’t tell me Green Lucas was your brother, Black!”
“I sure as hell did.”
I stop and think for a second. Hmm… “Okay! Well you did, but you didn’t tell me that your Green Lucas was actually the Green Lucas, major league star and current record holder for the fastest pitch ever!”
“Christ, you like baseball?”
“Like it? Oh my God, Black, you don’t like baseball. Baseball is part of life. You’re American, you like baseball. That’s it.”
“Amen,” Green laughs, while Black just sounds like an animal who has had his dinner disturbed.
“You broke Chapman’s world record. That’s the fastest pitch I’ve ever seen in my life!”
“You were there?” Green asked surprised.
“Sadly no. I was in France, but I saw it on the sporting reports, it made news even there. It was one-hundred and six miles per hour. Crazy!”
“Damn, I think I like you, Addie.”
“I can’t believe I’m talking to you!”
“You won’t be much longer,” Black growls. “Don’t you have some place to be?” Black grumbles.
“Not really, Mom’s doting on Allen, I’m free. I thought I might take you out to breakfast,” Green says and then he turns around and winks at me. “And of course you too, Addie.”
“I’d love—”
“We’re busy!” Black yells over me and I look at him like he’s crazy.
Because he is.
“No we’re not,” I argue.
“Yes we are,” he growls back.
“How are we busy?”
“I’m taking you to the flea bag you rented and helping you pack up your shit.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re moving,” Black says and he lets his pillow drop while he crosses his arms at his chest.
“I most certainly am not! And could you stop waving your dick around like--- Oh hell, I don’t know whatever waves!”
“You wave a kite,” Green says helpfully and I turn around and try to clear the irritation off my face—because he is Green Lucas.
“Thank you,” I smile.
“You’re welcome, Addie.” Green says, with a playful wink.
“Eyes on me, Addie,” Black growls. “Green if you wink at my woman again, your baseball career will be over because I’ll make sure you’re not able to wink again,” he adds and I gasp.
If you asked me why the fact that Black being jealous makes me quiver, when Green’s wink didn’t, I’d refuse to answer. But, I like that Black is jealous. I’ll enjoy it… after I stop being pissed at him and make it very clear that I’m not moving.
“Jealousy… intere
sting, but I’m with Addie, you need to cover up your dick, bro.”
“Give me my pants over there and I will,” Black says. “Addie, you’re moving.”
“Black, I’m not,” I argue back.
“You are,” he growls yanking the pants that Green feeds through the bars and putting them on. He has to all but stuff his dick to the side to zip them up, because for some unknown reason he is hard again. I don’t know how that’s possible, but I’m guessing since his brother is a world record holder for the fastest pitch that Black could be the world’s record holder for fastest erection.
Which sadly, even I admit, is more impressive.
“I’m not.”
“Damn it, Addie those apartments aren’t safe,” Black says stubbornly, finally getting his pants zipped—although the outline of his cock pressing against them is crystal clear.
“Damn it, Black, I’ve been living in those apartments for two weeks while you ignored me and I’m fine!”
“You ignored her?” Green asks.
“He told me last night that he’d been dragging his dick in the dirt,” I supply helpfully.
“He said that?” Green laughs.
“Several times,” I confirm. “It’s not the greatest thing to say to a woman when you want in her pants,” I sigh.
“I can imagine,” Green replies and he laughs harder this time. It’s a good laugh. Inside I’m more than a little gleeful that I made Green Lucas laugh! I’m so posting that on all my social media when I get home. I don’t care if that makes me a dork.
“You weren’t complaining last night. In fact, you were begging for my dick and you weren’t wearing pants.”
“Oh my God!” I cry. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
“Why not, it’s the truth,” he mumbles, having retrieved his keys from his pants pocket and opening the door, albeit having a little trouble because he’s on the wrong side of the bars.
“We’re not alone! You can’t hold it over my head what we did last night, especially in front of your brother, who just happens to be the Green Lucas!”
“I can, especially when you seem to have forgotten about what we did last night and need to be reminded. And so help me God, Addie, if you refer to my brother as this god or rock star again, I’ll—”
