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Memphis Black

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by Mj Fields


  “We’ll be seeing a whole lot of each other for the next few days, a lot more if we can get this hashed out quickly.”

  “Right and it will be uncomfortable.”

  “Only for a while.” I can’t help smirking. “You’ll stretch, get accustomed to my—”

  She slaps my shoulder lightly and covers her mouth to muffle her laugh, completely letting her tits show again. She notices when I make it obvious, so being the … gentleman I am, I pull her against me so they’re covered.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to make you more comfortable,” I tell her, holding her tightly to me with one hand as I lean forward, looking into Emerald City as I pull my shirt over my head and kiss her hot, little mouth again.

  When I pull the shirt out from between us, she gasps into my mouth, and I kiss her harder. Her hands grab my shoulders, and I feel her push slightly. Then she shocks me by pulling me closer.

  Her tongue strokes mine, and I release her back to cup POW!, pulling her snuggly up against my rock hard erection.

  She whimpers, then tangles her hands in my hair. I feel the muscles in her ass clench. She’s trying to hold back, so I raise my hips a bit and give her a nudge. She cries out and tries to pull away.

  “Tales, did that feel wrong?” I nudge her again.

  She cries out, “No.”

  “No as in stop? Or no as in it feels fucking good, Memphis?” I ask with another nudge.

  Her body quivers, and she bites my collarbone as she cries out against my flesh.

  I grab her hips, knowing she’s on edge, and I know damn well I am going to be the one to push her right the fuck over.

  I guide her back and forth against my strained, denim-covered cock.

  “Memphis, stop. Oh, please stop,” she says, so I ease up, but she is rocking it now.

  Back and forth, her hips move as I kiss her neck with POW! firmly in my hands.

  “I can’t—”

  “You’re there, babe. Let go. Take what you want, what you need,” I groan as I suck on her neck.

  “Oh, Lord,” she says as her body stiffens, and then she cries out my name.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, pulling her closer as her body relaxes against mine.

  She is panting, and I feel her heart racing, beating like a drum.

  I rub slowly up and down her back as she comes down from an orgasm. She doesn’t move, even when I know she has come back down from cloud Memphis. Her body grows tight again, less relaxed.

  I let her sit there for a moment because, quite frankly, my cock is hard as fuck, and the pressure against it is welcome.

  Finally, she sits up and scurries off my lap, her knee nailing my hard-on.

  “What the hell, Tales?” I half-laugh, half-groan as I grab myself. “Da fuck?”

  “Sorry. That was … um—”

  “You better get over here and kiss it better, Tales,” I groan.

  “What?” She looks at me in confusion.

  “You kneed me in the nuts.” I rub myself a little.

  She gasps and covers her mouth. “Sorry.”

  “Kiss it better, and I’ll—”

  “Will not.” She laughs nervously.

  “Fine.” I give an exaggerated sigh. “At least come back over here.”

  She shakes her head as she grabs her tank top and puts it on.

  “What’s the problem?”

  “Embarrassed,” she mumbles.

  “Because you got off on my lap?”

  “Memphis, good Lord,” she grumbles, making me smile.

  “It was fucking hot, Tales,” I say, standing up and reaching down my pants to adjust myself. “That’s a first for me, sweet cheeks.”

  “Well, me, too,” she says as she reaches behind her and tries to snap her bra back on.

  I get up and walk behind her. “I am giving you a hand.” I do it slowly, purposefully. “Why is this going back on?”

  “Because,” she says and steps forward, “they’ll wonder where we are.”

  “They know where we are, fixing your banged-up toe.” I pull her back by her bra strap and attack her neck.

  She squirms. “Tickles.”

  “Tastes fucking good.” I lick her again.

  The door handle jiggles. “Open the door!”

  “Oh no, oh no, no, no—”

  “Sit. I’ve got this.” I walk toward the door and get hit on the back of the head with my shirt. I look back and give her a what-the-hell look, and she smiles and shakes her head, then looks down. “Foot up on the couch, sweet cheeks.”

  I throw my shirt on and open the door as Mads is about ready to beat it down again.

  “I can handle my damn self,” she huffs with a smirking River and Finn following her in. Billy looks annoyed.

  “What the hell’s going on?” I fixate on Billy.

  “Those guys came back. I was dancing with them and he”—she points at Billy—“started shit with them.”

  “No, Madison, they pushed past me and—”

  “Man the fuck up, Billy. You want a piece of me, take it,” Madison steps up to him.

  “Whoa, whoa! What the hell did you just say?” Billy gasps.

  “Pft.” Madison pushes past me and heads to Tallia. “He’s lyin’, and denyin’, Tales. Who the hell wouldn’t want a piece of this?” Tally laughs as Mads puts her head on her shoulder. “How’s the piggy?”

  “Fine.” Tally leans her head against Mads.

  “Did my brother try to get down your pants? ’Cause, if he did that, I would cut—”

  I smirk. “She tried to get in mine.”

  “Lyin’ and denyin’.” Tally giggles.

  Her giggle hits me in the junk, too. It makes me smile.

  “Tell yourself whatever it is you need to, Tallia Annabelle Priest. You know you want me.” I wink.

  “Her initials are T.A.P.?” River laughs. “If that’s not an omen, man …”

  I smirk because I have thought about those initials for years, but I never wanted to embarrass her that badly.

  Billy starts to walk out.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Your sister told those guys to back off; they didn’t listen.”

  “How do you know? You weren’t even…” Madison snaps, and he interrupts.

  “I just do,” Billy snaps back then walks out.

  River follows. “It’s about to get fun up in here.”

  “Let’s go, ladies.” I nod to the door.

  “No,” Madison whines, sticking out her bottom lip and the whole thing.

  “Queenie, get your ass—”

  She stands up. “I have to pee first.”

  “Right there.” I point to the private bathroom.

  “Right there,” she mocks, then stomps and whines all the way there.

  “Meet me out front?”

  “Yeah, man. You get the chicks. I’ll grab the dicks,” Finn says as he walks out.

  As soon as he’s out of earshot, Tally jumps up. “Your shirt is on backwards.”

  I look down. “So?”

  “So, they’ll notice.”

  “I’m pretty sure they’re gonna notice what’s going on between us. I have no intention of hiding it.”

  “I don’t want Madison to think less of me, Memphis.”

  “Less of you for wanting me?” I point to myself ‘cause I’m pretty sure she just insulted me.

  “The way she talks about your groupies … I don’t want her thinking I’m like—”

  “You’re nothing like any of them, Tales. Come on, she would never—”

  “She would, because I do,” she says quickly then covers her mouth, surprised by what she said. She clears her throat. “Your shirt, please.”

  “If you want it fixed, come and fix it. I couldn’t give a fuck less what anyone thinks about me.”

  She groans before walking over and pulling my shirt up. “Happy?”

  “No, not fucking really.”

  I pull my arms out, and she turns
the shirt over.

  “All better.” She steps back, and I grab her hand.

  “Let me ask you something, Tales?”

  Her eyes dart to the door and back to me. She is panicking a little.

  “How do you think I feel about this situation? Do you think I consider you to be like the women I’ve fucked?”

  She pulls her hand back. “You haven’t fucked me.”

  I swear to God my jaw hits the ground when she says fuck. At the same time, my dick is instantly hard.

  “Tales.” I can’t even hide the growl. I am amped up and ready to rock. “You’re right, but you’ve fucked me, so let me ask you something: do you see me the same way they do, like a conquest, like something you can check off your bucket list?”

  “Screw you, Memphis!”

  “What did he do now?” Madison asks as she walks out of the bathroom.

  “Nothing,” Tally says as she hurries away.

  “I stubbed my fucking toe,” I say, opening the door. “Ladies.” I pause, hoping that stings her a little, exactly like she just stung me. “Let’s go.”

  We are at the top of the stairs when I see Billy swing and connect with some preppy fuck’s nose.

  “Get the fuck out of here!” I yell at Madison and Tally as I skip about twenty stairs to get to the bottom.

  It’s a fucking brawl. Finn is lifting some fucker up by the collar, and River is ducking, weaving, jabbing, and laughing his ass off. Billy sees me out of the corner of his eye.

  “Look out!” I yell as the bastard he hit nails him in the nose.

  I dive into the crowd, swinging. Motherfuckers don’t fuck with my friends.

  I feel someone grab my arm, and I swing and make contact with the face of the same fucker that was giving me hell about Tales. I feel something sharp hit the back of my head, and then liquid heat.

  I turn and swing, and before I can stop myself, I see the broken bottle.

  “Fuck!” I scream when I connect with the broken bottle. “Motherfucker!”

  I swing with my other hand, knocking the fucker out with a right uppercut. I then feel someone pulling me by the back of my shirt.

  “Get him the fuck out of here.”

  I grab my left hand and pull it tightly to my chest where blood is pouring out. I am getting dizzy.

  “Where are the girls? Mads, Tales! Where the fuck are they?”

  “Memphis!” I hear Madison screaming. “Oh, God!”

  Blackness overtakes me.

  I grab Madison and pull her to the door, feeling sick to my stomach as I open the door to the awaiting car.

  “Get in, Mads.”

  “But, but—”

  “Get in the fucking car!” I scream, not even covering my mouth after the expletive.

  “What the hell did I do to you?” I hear Memphis behind me. “Swearing and—”

  “Get in.” I have to hold back the tears when I see he’s awake now.

  “Sweet cheeks, only if you don’t mind my head on your lap.” He sounds drunk.

  I smile and nod. “Of course.”

  In the car, I am seated on the black leather bench that backs against the driver’s seat while Memphis lies with his head on my lap, just like he warned. I rap on the partition, calling out “Hospital!” when the driver opens it.

  “Tell him fucking fast. Not feeling all that good,” Memphis moans out.

  “Fast!”

  “No, say ‘fucking fast’.” He smirks, and then his eyes squint in pain.

  “Fucking fast,” I yell, knowing it will make him open his eyes.

  “You’re making me hard, sweet cheeks,” he mumbles.

  I push his hair out of his eyes and lean down. “Aren’t you always?”

  He smirks. “Lately, yeah.” After a minute, he says, “Your father.” He shakes his head.

  “What?”

  “He made me this way.” His eyes get droopy.

  “Give me your shirt.” I hold my hand out to the guys. “One of you, give me your shirt,” I snap. “He’s bleeding more.”

  “You can have mine.” Memphis’s full lips curl up in one corner. “Oh, hell, take my boxers, too, Tales.”

  “Very funny.”

  “If I die, you’ll be so pissed you missed that experience.”

  He’s bleeding everywhere. There’s blood on him, on me, on the seats and he’s still being… Memphis.

  “Then don’t you dare.” I feel tears in my eyes.

  Finn leans over and wraps his shirt around Memphis’s arm.

  “Easy, motherfucker.” Memphis cringes. “I really don’t wanna cry like a little bitch in front of Tales,” he pauses and looks at Madison, who is hysterically crying into Billy’s shirt, “or Mads, man.”

  I smile as he grins up at me, tears falling freely down my face.

  “Aw, man. Don’t cry, sweet cheeks,” he groans while Finn tightens the shirt on his wound.

  “How far?” I half yell, half cry to the driver.

  “Five minutes,” he snaps back and hits the accelerator.

  “How’s our girl?” Memphis asks me, and I know he’s talking about Madison.

  “A mess, Memphis.” I push his hair back, then lean down and kiss him. “If you don’t get better, I’m going to die.” He looks at me like I’m nuts, and I don’t even care. I smile through my tears and whisper. “I want you that badly.”

  I am shocked that I said that to him, especially now of all times, but you can’t take even a moment for granted and I needed him to know. I needed to give him ...something to look forward to? God, what was I thinking? Well it’s too late now.

  His eyes open wide, and then his dark brow creeps up. “What do you want from me?”

  I lean down, kiss his nose, and then whisper the truth, “I want you to get better fast, and then I want you to rock me your way.”

  “I’m gonna rock you every way. Move back down here.”

  I lean back down, and he inhales deeply.

  “I’m not the guy you think I am, Tales, and you’re nobody’s groupie.”

  I dig deep for courage. “I wanna be your groupie.”

  “Fuck, you better not just be saying that ’cause I’m bleeding out, Tales.”

  “Memphis, I’ve been your groupie since I was, like, seven.” Even if I become merely one of many, I will not regret admitting that to him, not ever. Not after the way it makes him smile.

  “We’re here.” I tell him.

  I feel the car speed into the emergency room’s drop off zone.

  “We’ll find you a hot nurse, man,” River says jokingly, and Memphis smirks.

  I already feel stupid. So, so stupid.

  “River, you’re gonna be my bitch, change my bed pan, give me sponge baths,” he groans as he sits up, then slips back. I catch him. “Nice save, sweet cheeks.”

  “Anytime,” I say sadly and hang back.

  He looks back. “Where you going?”

  “What?”

  “You were just right fucking here a second ago. Don’t duck out now. I’m gonna hold you to it, Tales.”

  It gets really noisy and confusing when we go through the emergency entrance. Finn and River carry Memphis, and Billy is bleeding, too.

  “Bar fight?” The ER nurse laughs.

  “Excuse me, miss, but it’s really not funny,” Madison cries. “Not fucking funny at all!”

  “Get her the hell out of here,” Memphis says as his eyes roll slightly.

  “Come on, Madison; let’s go call your folks.”

  She wraps her arms around my waist and cries as we walk out the way we came in.

  “Want me to call—?”

  “No,” she cries. “He has to be okay. He just has to be.”

  “I know, and he will be,” I say, hugging her tightly.

  I lead her to the bench to the right of the entrance, and we sit.

  “No, he won’t be.”

  “He will, dammit!” She looks up at me, surprised. “Sorry.”

  “I know. I know! Tally,
our parents—”

  “I’ll call them.” I look for the car since my bag is in it.

  “No, that’s just the thing. They aren’t okay. They split up six months ago. Dad came to see me at school during one of his trips. He stayed at a hotel. I … Well, I went to surprise him, and he wasn’t alone.”

  “Your mom was …” I stop when I see her lip quiver, and she shakes her head. “Oh! Oh, Madison. Why haven’t you talked to me?”

  “I haven’t told anyone,” she cries. “God, what a mess. What a fucking mess.”

  Her face is in her hands, and she is trembling from her silent sobs. I place my hands on her leg.

  “How did your mom take it?”

  She shakes her head. “I couldn’t … I couldn’t tell her.”

  My heart breaks for her. “You’ve gone through this alone?”

  “I couldn’t tell Memphis. Dad told me I couldn’t, or I would fuck things up for him.”

  “He put that on you?” She nods. “What an asshole.”

  She smiles and wipes away her tears. “You have a Black mouth.”

  “A what?” I wipe my face.

  “Like a potty mouth, but worse.” She smiles, and I squeeze her in a hug again.

  “How come you didn’t talk to me?”

  “You lost your father, and I want mine dead half the time, Tales. I just couldn’t.”

  “I understand.” I hug her more tightly. “Don’t do it again, or I’ll cut you.” I smile, repeating what she says to Memphis all the time.

  “What’s up with you and my brother?” she asks, pulling free from my bear hug.

  “What do you mean?” I look away for a moment, hoping she won’t see the lie on my face.

  “Tales, if he hurts you…” She grabs my hand.

  “Madison, it’s flirting,” I tell her, looking back at her.

  She gives me the uh-huh look. “Talk to me when you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready for you to call your parents and then go back in and check on Memphis,” I say, standing up from the bench we sat on.

  “And Billy.”

  “Talk to me about that when you’re ready.” I smile, taking her hand. “Let’s go get our purses from the car.”

  When we walk in, Finn looks up and says loudly, “Come on.” The nurse gives him a look. “They’re his sisters.”

  “And you’re all his brothers,” she says, obviously not believing him.

  “That’s what he told you, isn’t it?”

 

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