by Mj Fields
“Yeah,” Finn said as he links hands with the tiny, dark-haired chick he is hooking up with.
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After four and a half hours of no-holds-barred fucking, all three of our bodies are sweat drenched. This little ménage was sating, entertaining, and no doubt tiring. No-holds-barred, I laugh to myself as I smack the little blonde’s ass and think, no holes were barred, either.
“Just give me a few more minutes,” she pants, expecting me to dive in again.
“Sorry, babe.” I slam the nightstand drawer shut. “I’m out of papa stopper.” I grab the towel off the floor, run it over my hair, grab my wallet, and then throw a hundred on the bed. “Thanks for a very memorable night. There’s some cab money. See you around.”
“Is he serious?” I hear the brunette whisper to the blonde.
“Yeah, he is.” She giggles. “He’s a fucking rock star; did you think we were going to stay over?”
“Guess not,” she huffs. “But honestly, the band’s name is STD, so I didn’t think he’d be worried about condoms.”
They giggle, talk about me and my impressive cock size, and how they can’t believe they did what they did, and did it together. I feel a grin spread across my face as I continue listening to them through the bathroom door. It’s almost as good as the applause I get from the sold out crowds we have been opening up for … almost.
When I hear the chick banter end, bedroom door shut, and I know they aren’t gonna have to get the eviction notice in order to leave, I turn on the water and hop in the shower. Exhausted or not, I’m going to bed smelling good, feeling clean, and changing the damn sheets. Hell, if I was back in Jersey, I would be flipping the mattress, too.
After my shower, I dry off, throw on a pair of basketball shorts, and strip the sheets. Then I grab the clean set from the linen closet and half-ass make the bed. No flat sheet is necessary until tomorrow when I’m not feeling a hellacious hangover looming.
I decide to head out to grab a drink and a couple Motrin before falling into a ten hour rest and recoup session.
I hear Finn and River talking and wonder if my chicks are bed hopping. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck if they are.
“She’s fucking hot,” I hear River whisper. “Wonder who the hell left her out here alone.” I walk past them, sure as hell not interested. “She one of yours?” he asks me.
“If she was, she’s not now,” I reply, grabbing a bottle of water out of the bar’s mini fridge. “Motrin?”
“Look left. I just took some,” Finn answers.
As I open the bottle, I hear a female’s startled gasp. I glance over to where the noise came from and pause.
“We scare you?” River asks in his smooth, I’m-putting-the-moves-on voice.
“No. Oh, wow, I’m sorry. I just … Madison gave me the gate code, and the door was unlocked, and …” She stands up and fixes her shirt.
Holy hell, she’s a fucking knock out: long, wavy hair, green ass eyes, rocking body… damn, damn, damn.
The pajamas, fucking cartoon characters … Those little blue ones? The girl one, blonde hair … Fuck it. Who cares? That’s her.
“No shit,” I say in shock, which actually makes her laugh.
Now she is covering her mouth, blushing. I watch as she tugs at her shirt, then runs her hand through her hair.
“Sorry. She said she called.”
“Tally?” I know it’s her—same voice and nervous laughter—but hot damn. Hot motherfucking damn, she has all sorts of grown up.
“Hi, Memphis.”
“You know this sexy, little—”
“Watch it, River,” I growl. Shit. Maybe I didn’t … Dammit, I know I fucking did.
I look over and see Finn smirk.
“Friend of the family,” I say in a much more cool, calm, and collected voice. “Mads didn’t call me.” I grab another bottle of water and walk it over to her.
“She said it went to voicemail. Her flight was delayed.” She can’t even look at me, too busy twisting the bottom of that little tee in knots. My balls are doing the same thing.
Her phone chimes, and she looks down. “Cancelled? Oh, dear.”
“It’s fine. You’ll stay with me. She and you can catch up when she gets in.”
Before I know it, I have her hand and am dragging her behind me while I snarl at Finn, who is just about ready to bust out laughing. I stop when she tugs her hand away and looks back. She’s looking to escape, and those two fuckers are looking like that wolf, the one that wants to eat the little girl, and they aren’t going to eat her. Fuck that. I will kill them first.
Red Riding Hood. Yeah, that’s it. Little Red Riding Hood.
“If you think for one second I’m gonna leave you out for them to try and snack on, Tales, you have lost your fucking mind.” I hold out my hand. “Let’s go.”
She hesitates for a moment then grabs her bags and looks up at me. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll sleep in my room, just until Mads gets here. Then I will lock you both up somewhere.” I say it in a way I know makes her nervous, and hell, that’s kind of hot, too.
I grab her hand again and pull her behind me. She doesn’t fight me; she comes willingly.
I open the door and turn the light on, and all she can say is wow, her eyes wide and full of wonder.
My blood is pooling in a place it shouldn’t be right now, and I think of that green ogre chick, the one who’s a princess. Then all hell breaks loose, and she is a nasty green ogre. Fuck, Tales, you need to show me your inner, what’s her name? Fiona. Yeah, that’s her name. Shrek and Fiona.
“Nice, right? Hop in bed,” I say, pulling back the covers.
She looks at me all wide-eyed, and damn, damn, damn.
“Where will you sleep?” she asks.
“With you.”
Her mouth drops open, and I feel a little off. Not a lot, just a little.
“Is there a problem, Tales? Would you rather be out there where they—”
She shakes her head. “Okay. It’s just—”
“I will be a perfect gentleman.”
“You promise?” she asks, looking back and forth between the bed and me.
I point to the bed. “Like a slumber party.”
“Those two girls?” she asks and a slight frown traces her lips. “They came out of here.”
There isn’t a question in her voice, and I sure as hell can’t lie to her after she saw them. “They left. Clean sheets.” I point to the dirty sheets pooled on the floor. “It’s been dealt with.”
She climbs in, and I am right behind her.
Once we’re settled in, I ask, “You comfortable?”
She pulls one of the pillows from the top and puts it in the middle. “I’m fine, and just remember, I’m not like them.”
“I know who you are, Tales.”
“Right.” She rolls to her side, facing away from me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask as I settle in next to … the pillow.
“Nothing. Thank you for the place to sleep, Memphis.”
“Of course. Sorry I didn’t get Madison’s message. Phone wasn’t charged.”
“But you knew she was coming?”
“Yep.” When I think about the statement, I know she is judging me for being, well, me. “It’s charging now.”
“She’ll text me when she gets in,” she says, tightening the blanket around her.
I let the quiet hang in the air like a fucking black cloud for as long as I can stand it then finally say, “Tales?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m really sorry about your father.”
“Thank you for the flowers.”
That statement seems like a big fuck you to me.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it.”
“He doesn’t know you didn’t come, Memphis.” She yawns. “Goodnight.”
I lie there, my body exhausted as it should be, but I can’t sleep, not with the way her scent is mixing with the smell of sex stil
l in the air.
I slide out of bed, grab the dirty sheets and blanket, and toss them in the hallway, all with a fucking hard-on that I am sure is caused more by the sweet scent of lilac invading my senses than the already fading memories of my first threesome.
I lie next to her again, inches from her. I know the exhaustion and alcohol that is still mixed in my cells aren’t helping me right now, but fuck.
Her hair is almost waist length, and those waves are more inviting than any one of them I rode today. Her neck is long and slender, and I want so badly to run my tongue from right behind her ear, down her neck to her spine, and all the way down. I want to taste her so fucking much right now, and I don’t taste.
Her tight, little tee is hugging her body, and I am thankful she has her back to me because I would be testing the little restraint I have if her tits were staring me in the face. Her ass is like POW! She obviously works out. Hell, she’s a dancer, I think. Her ass was never POW! before, was it?
I run my hand over my face. What the fuck are you doing? I ask myself. She hadn’t even hit puberty the last time you saw her.
Well, fuck, that shit changed.
I glance back over at POW! My mouth waters, my dick gets a little harder, and then I see those legs: strong, lean, and long. They have two purposes: one, to wrap around my waist while I bang her against every wall in this room and the other to hold up POW!
I want to save her from every one of those fuckers out there who want a taste, and I want to eat her up. I want to make sure no one hurts her, and I want to wreck her, too. I want to do all that to the chick who had little nubs last time I saw her, the girl who still can’t handle a curse word, the girl I am sure was wearing a chastity belt that’s key went to the grave with her old man, but I can’t.
God help me survive the two weeks Mads is going to be here if Tales is going to be here, too.
I lie in his bed, acting as if I’m asleep. I wish I was asleep because then I wouldn’t be thinking of that night, the night he kissed me. He was so intoxicated I know he doesn’t remember. I mean, why would he? Besides, it made him vomit.
He smells good, looks amazing, and dear God, he’s in his underwear next to me, in a bed. What am I doing? I should get up right now and walk out of here. I should, but I am temporarily paralyzed in his bed, his wicked, rock star bed.
I must smell awful since I was on an airplane and in an airport most of the day.
I wonder if he’s watching me. I wish I knew. I wish I hadn’t lain on my side. Could I move to my back now?
No. Absolutely not.
Worry and sleep deprivation exhaust me, and I must fall asleep because, when I wake, I hear his soft snores, and oh, my, goodness. OH, MY, GOODNESS, he is holding my pinky, and his ankle is linked over mine.
My body tenses immediately, and I can barely breathe.
I hear his sigh, and then he rolls over, moving his leg across mine, his arm crossing over my body, the opposite hand’s pinky still locked with mine.
His nose nuzzles into my hair, and he inhales a deep breath. Then he gives a slow, deep moan.
I feel him. He’s hard … And, oh, dear, I think he’s waking up.
“Relax, babe. If you’re still here, you did real well last night.” His nose rubs back and forth against my hair slightly. “Smell good, too.”
I push him off me and jump up off the bed. “I did nothing last night, Memphis Black.”
The tone in my voice surprises even me, but he deserves it, him and his … hard penis.
“Shit, Tales, I—.” He rolls away, taking his erection with him and smirks at me as he starts to open his mouth.
I hold my hand up, and his mouth snaps shut. Then he sucks his lips in, and his chest vibrates.
“You’re laughing at me?”
“Wow, what the hell happened to you?” He shakes his head and stands up.
My eyes move south, and then I quickly look away.
“Tales, it’s morning wood. Don’t take offense.”
“You’re just … you’re—”
“Well, you’re, just, you’re,” he teases me as he adjusts himself, “kind of hot now, Tales. I mean, you even have boobs. Nice ones, too.” He laughs as he gets out of bed and brushes past me, then stops and leans in. “I’m gonna shower. Wanna save some water?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Now, Tales, you and I both know you don’t feel that way, and if you were a little more experienced …” He chuckles. “If you were even a little bit experienced, I know damn well you’d be taking me up on that offer. For the good of the environment, of course.”
I turn and retreat to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and quickly locking it.
“Did you just lock me out of my bathroom?” I hear a bang on the door then a deep, dark laugh. “I need to piss, Tales, and I can have that door open in three, two …” I hear the door handle jiggle.
“I’m using the bathroom!” I yell as I jump off the toilet and pull up my pants.
The door opens, and then I am standing there, looking at him with my mouth gaping open as he smirks, walking past me.
He is standing at the toilet when I hear him start to pee while I am right there, like, right in the same room.
“Oh my goodness! You are—”
“Pissing excellence, and you are—”
“Disgusted.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes as I walk out of the door as quickly as I can.
“Most chicks would pay money to see this, Tales,” he says with a loud laugh. “Front row, first class, VIP, and you walk away?”
I hear him flush the toilet before he comes out when I am walking out the door.
“Where you going?” he asks as I hear his footsteps behind me.
“To find my bag, my phone.” I pause. “Away from you.”
“Wow, you’re a little spirited nowadays.” He laughs, and I feel his breath hit the back of my neck.
“Good morning.”
I look up to see River, and if I wasn’t embarrassed, I would be totally fan-girling right now.
“How was it?”
“She’s my sister’s best friend,” Memphis snarls a bit, shocking me at the one-eighty he just did.
“Good morning,” I say as I grab my phone and bag off the floor next to the couch where I left it. I look at the phone screen and see it’s dead. Grabbing my bag, I open it to find a charger. “Is there a place I can plug this thing in?”
“That’s what he said.” Finn appears, pointing at Memphis with a sinful grin and winks. “Nothing, man?” He points to me, and my gaping mouth snaps shut.
“You’re all—”
“Not all of us.” Billy B walks up and extends his hand. “I’m Billy. Welcome.”
I shake his hand quickly, then pull away.
“Outlets over there.” He points to the kitchen counter. “Set it on airplane mode once you get a screen; charges faster.”
“Thank you.” I nod, then walk away, trying to act calm and cool, which I’m not, not at all.
Once it’s plugged in, I look behind me to ask Memphis if Madison has contacted him to find all four are staring at me.
“You have a nice body,” River says as if it’s no big deal, but it embarrasses me completely.
Memphis slugs him in the arm.
“What, man? She does. Long, lean, and tight as—”
Memphis punches him in the arm harder this time.
“’Da fuck, man?”
“Memphis,” I call his attention back to me. “Did Madison call or message you?”
He shrugs and scowls, not looking away from River. “No idea.”
“Could you check?” I ask, and he finally looks back at me. “My phone is—”
“It’s in my room. Come on, let’s go see.”
“She can’t stay out here?” Finn asks in a harassing tone.
Memphis doesn’t say anything, only looks at them before walking over and grabbing my hand, but I pull mine away quickly.
“Wow.” River laughs loudly.
“Back the fuck off,” Memphis snarls. “Let’s go, Tally.” He points to his room.
“You think we’re all gonna try to jump her if you leave the room for two seconds? Shit, Black, you are—”
“She’s a fucking preacher’s kid, probably just sprouted tits two days ago, and she certainly—”
I quickly walk past him and toward the room to see if I can find his phone and get away from the most embarrassing conversation I have ever sort of been involved in.
I hear the door shut behind me as I am searching around the side of the bed and look up.
“You’re pissed at me?” He seems shocked.
“I want to know what’s going on with Madison. If she’s okay, alive, in the air”—I turn and scowl at him—“if she needs a ride from the airport.”
“Didn’t get the message, Tales. No need to be pissed off at me.” He’s standing inches in front of me, looking down at me, and my heart speeds up, like it did that night, like it did last night. “You’re not pissed at me, are you, Tales?”
I take a step back, retreating because I don’t know what he is all hot and cold about. Why one minute I’m a kid he seems annoyed by and the next he comes at me like he is on stage, all “Look at me, I’m Memphis Black, rock star,” and it’s making me angry.
“Could you please check to see if she—” His laugh interrupts me. “I don’t think it’s funny.”
“You’re funny.” He smirks, reaching down and grabbing a pair of white shorts that he pulls his phone out of.
I glance down at it, seeing the notifications light up, message after message.
He clicks on one and slowly turns his head, studying the screen, and his brows shoot up. “Dayum.”
“What?” I reach for his phone, but he holds it up so I can’t get it.
“Oh no, Tales, you don’t need to see that,” he jokes.
“See what? Is she okay?”
“The naked picture that the chick sent me is more than okay.”
“Pig.”
“Why am I a pig, and why the hell are you getting so angry at me, Tales?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I blush.
“You want me.” He plops down on the bed. “Admit it and we can get past the dis and head right into the possibilities of the comfort—”
