Full Force on Tammy

by Milana Cheers

  “You’re sitting too far away,” he says. “Come here. I bite.” He grabs my foot and drags me across the couch, then scoops me up and puts me on his lap. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tightens his grip, and my channel pulses with need.

  “I have to make sure the girls won’t hear or see us,” I say.

  “Is their door closed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let me worry about them.”

  “You can’t worry about them. That’s what I do.”

  “I can worry about everything for you, Tammy. I’m really good at it.” He pecks my lips. “How did you get custody of the girls? I know they’re not yours.”

  “They’re very much mine.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” he says and proceeds to kiss my neck. I cream my panties instantly. My breaths come out faster.

  “My sister and her husband died in a car crash when the girls were about two years old.”

  He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, leaving me little choice but to lean into his shoulder and practically bury my nose in the crook of his neck. He smells like a man who wears leathers, rides bikes, and plays with guns. I’ll have to guard my heart with a pitchfork.

  His palm slides over my thigh, then up and under my sweater. I gasp as he makes contact with my bare skin. His hand moves to the back and unsnaps my bra.

  “Take off your sweater and bra and stand between my legs, facing the TV.”

  I lift my head off his shoulder and lock eyes with him.

  “Was I unclear?” he asks.

  “Very clear, sir.” Sir slips out of my mouth on its own, and Reed smiles.

  “Thata girl.” He slaps my ass and practically throws me off his lap, turning me around.

  I remove my sweater, slide off my bra. My breasts are big, far too big for my frame, and kids back in middle school used to make fun of them. I blossomed into a woman too soon, and tits this big on a small-framed girl stick out like two sore thumbs. I’ve spent most of my life hunching my shoulders to make them appear smaller.

  “Slide your jeans down,” he says.

  I unbutton them, my heart doing flip-flops. His way of undressing me is unexpected. I thought we’d make out on the couch and I’d suck his dick and send him home, but I can’t stop now. I’ve always wanted to do something like this. Something that sparks my erotic fantasies with men who aren’t afraid to tie me up.

  I lift one leg as if to get out of the jeans, but he captures my wrist. “Leave them on.” He pulls the jeans up so they stop around my thighs. “Spread your legs and bend over.”

  My breasts feel like they weigh a ton as I press my palms on the table in front of me.

  Reed rips my panties, and I twist to protest because those were my best pair, but he shoves them into my mouth. “So you don’t scream and wake up the girls. Told you I’d do the worrying. Now turn around and keep your head in front of you, or I’ll have to bend you over my knee. Eventually, I’ll do that, just not tonight, because I want to hear you beg me to stop spanking you for making me run seven miles.”

  I turn around and stare at the table.

  Warm palms grab my ass cheeks, and a wet tongue slides from my clit to my ass, where it lingers, poking inside my secret little hole nothing ever poked like this, and I widen my eyes, unsure if I like it or not. But my body knows what it likes, and I push back against his face. He grabs both my breasts and kneads them, pulling me to him more, poking my wet place with his tongue. Holding my breasts, he moves me back and forth and fucks me with his tongue while my clit keeps hitting his chin, and every time it hits it, he rubs his chin on it. I push back and grind myself into his face, and he groans quietly, then sucks my clit into his mouth.

  My eyes roll back, and I’m coming. My knees lock, I push back more, and when he pinches my nipples, I bite down on the panties in my mouth so I don’t scream in the back of my throat. Because I’m a deprived single woman, my orgasm lasts for a minute, not a few seconds, and I keep coming until my knees buckle.

  Reed pulls my hips down, and I sit on his jeans. He’s hard and not done, apparently, because his hands come around me and knead my breasts some more. I lean back on his shoulder, spent and ready to go to bed with him. But I can’t do that. I really can’t. Can I, though?

  I snap open my eyes and ponder what the girls would think of me if they woke up to find a man I met today sleeping at the house already. I take the panties out of my mouth and say, “I think you should leave.” I am afraid of what I’ll do. I have to set an example for my girls. I want them to grow up and get out of this town and do great things, all the things I dreamed of doing but never did.

  Like that big dream of one day signing books for legions of readers in a crowded room full of other women writers chasing their dreams.

  The girls don’t have to become writers, but they ought to become something more than waitresses.

  Reed bends forward, moving my body with his, and then slides my jeans back up and buttons them. He grabs my sweater and hands it to me, then lifts me off his lap to plop me next to him. Already, I miss the feel of his dick. It felt like nine inches of alpha male, and that’s pretty hard to give up. But I do what I have to do because my life isn’t only about me.

  His bright blue eyes stare at me as if reading my mind.

  Just when I think he won’t leave, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me so I can taste my pussy on his lips. He traps my wrists with one hand and slaps my breast with the other. Once, twice, three times. When I lean back, he follows, and now he’s on top of me.

  I rip open his jeans and untuck his dick, getting it out of his pants.

  Oh God, it’s wide and smooth and big, and I stroke him while Reed won’t take his mouth off mine. I’m annoyed my jeans are on and I can’t simply spread my legs and have him enter me. Cue images of his powerful body fucking me into oblivion. I stroke him faster, and he groans into my mouth, then pulls back to suck on my nipple, first the left, then the right.

  He stands, then straddles my middle, picks up my breasts, and slides his dick between them. He’s not watching me. His eyes are glued to the movement of his dick as he slides up and down, but I’m watching him. Long black eyelashes that match the color of his hair frame his big blue eyes that are laser focused on my breasts. His jaw keeps tightening and relaxing as if he’s struggling to control himself, or maybe that’s something he does while he concentrates.

  Reed is a beautiful man, and because I’m watching his face, I see the moment his head rests back, exposing his corded neck.

  I lift my head and close my mouth over his dick and when he shoots cum at the back of my throat, I don’t mind swallowing it all because watching a man like this fall apart is amazing. His character is going into one of my books for sure. And for the first time in five years, I feel like writing again.

  Reed stops coming, and I lick the cum left on the head of his penis, which makes him shudder. Now he’s looking down at me.

  He smiles. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”

  “I’m off tomorrow,” I lie again.

  He stands and tucks himself inside his jeans. Commando. Where is that pitchfork I mentioned I’d guard my heart with? I need it!

  He shrugs on his jacket. “You get a onetime ticket out of jail with me, and you used it tonight. The next time I come over, I’m spending the night. Make the necessary arrangements, tell the girls, your mother, the town, or the entire state for all I care that you’re taken. Do whatever you gotta do, because you’re mine, the girls are mine to protect, and that’s that. Are we clear?”

  He puts force into those last words, and as if I’m on some sort of autopilot, I say, “Clear, sir.”

  Reed closes the door behind him, and I stay on the couch with the taste of his cum in my mouth. And then what happens? I walk to my bedroom, open my laptop, and type, I almost kidnapped Rey straight out of her home, put her on my bike, and drove her to my house. That was how crazy I was when I first saw her smile. And I don’t stop u
ntil my fingers cramp and the daylight coming through the lace curtains tells me I’m gonna regret this spurt of writing madness in about two hours when I have to get up and go to work.

  Chapter 8

  I’m up, showered, and shaved before anyone else so I don’t gotta wait for Senator, who takes five days in the bathroom just on his hair. Fucking rock-star renegade, with a briefcase instead of a guitar.

  Quietly leaving the room, I see Dawson rolling out of bed. He’s wearing a pink G-string, and I wish I never saw his hairy ass. We can’t go on like this. I can’t be seeing hairy asses in the morning. I need to see tits and smooth woman ass in a G-string, so I’m gonna report Dawson to the shrink so the shrink gets distracted and moves on to Dawson, who told me he scheduled our group therapy session for nine on a Monday. Dawson is trying to figure out if he’s bisexual. I think he is, and I want him to accept this about himself.

  Outside, early in the morning, the winds blow full force, picking up branches and leaves and throwing them around like I’m gonna throw around the Suit’s limbs if he flirts with my kitten today at the diner. Of course I know she’s working today. She works every day besides Sunday. Senator dug up her schedule.

  The image of me ripping off the Suit’s limbs makes me happy, and the bells jingling above my head as I enter the diner make me think of holidays with Tammy and the girls. I’m all smiles now.

  My mood instantly sinks when I see the Suit is an early riser and looks like a billionaire playboy from Chicago even this early in the morning. Today, he’s wearing a black suit and a purple tie, making him stand out, but what stands out to me is my girl giggling as she chats with him.

  The door closes behind me, and Tammy doesn’t even bother to look to see who entered the diner. Her friend, however, comes around the counter and bids me a good morning.

  I nod, and her smile drops, likely because I’m looking homicidal.

  “I’ll get you the menu, Reed.”

  Oh, so I’m Reed now, not sir or dude or fucker, all of which I approve. I’m on a first-name basis with Tammy’s coworker, so that’s points for me.

  “Good morning, Reed,” Tammy says as she walks by me and goes behind the counter to slip a piece of paper to the cook in the back. She proceeds to pour coffee and drinks and refill condiments, all with her back to me.

  Naturally, I approach the counter and whistle.

  She lifts her head and turns. “Did you whistle at me?”

  “Yeah, I did. What’s going on?”

  “Nothing. I’m working. Have a seat anywhere you like.”

  “Anywhere?”

  “Mm-hm.” She nods, all cheer and cupcakes and shit, not having the slightest clue that the way she’s ignoring me won’t do. I didn’t come here to be treated like everyone else. The least she could’ve done was kissed me and led me by my hand to the table where she’d proceed to wait only on me for the rest of her day.

  “Kitten, you don’t wanna play games with me.”

  “Have a seat, and I’ll bring you coffee.”

  “You don’t want to tell me what to do either.” Okay, so I’m in a mood.

  She sighs and hands me a menu. “I’ll be right over.”

  Fine. I grab the menu and slide into the Suit’s booth, lifting the menu so he can’t see my face.

  “Excuse me,” he says.

  “Not by a mile until you hand me the keys to the house I bought from you.” I pretend to keep reading the menu I already read and memorized yesterday. I know what I want. Same as yesterday because it’s a sure thing, and I need a sure thing right now or I’ll blow this dude’s head off.

  “Do I know you?” he asks.

  “You sound like my seven-year-old…” I trail off because I don’t know what to call the girls. I don’t want to be the stepdad. Uncle Reed sounds best, especially because I’m gonna marry their aunt.

  The Suit rips the menu out of my hands and puts it on the side of the table. “I don’t appreciate anyone disturbing my morning routine,” he says.

  “Reed.” Tammy shows up at the table. “What are you doing?”

  “You said I can sit anywhere I like, so I sat.”

  “But a customer is already sitting here.”

  “So?”

  “Reed, please.”

  The Suit lifts a hand. “I’ll handle this, Tammy. It’ll be okay.”

  I think my brain exploded just now when he said her name. From the corner of my eye, I see my men entering the front parking lot. “Keys to the house, and I’m gonna leave you alone, buddy.”

  “Who are you?”

  “Reed MacLoyd.” Tammy’s still standing there. “This is my girl you’re hitting on, and I’m about to put a bullet between your eyes. So think fast while you still got a brain in your head.”

  My team enters the diner, and I lift my arm and give a series of hand signals so they know what’s going down and can take positions.

  The Suit sizes up my men as they disperse though the diner, with Dawson outside and Senator going to the back room in case the Suit tries to bail that way. I don’t have to turn to see Senator doing that. I know he’s doing it because that’s how we secure a place when we have a prisoner we need to “negotiate” with.

  “You seem to think I should know you or the house you speak of but I don’t. And I am not hitting on your girl. I’m simply being pleasant to the woman who waits on me and doesn’t disturb my morning routine.”

  He sounds all reasonable and shit. Before I reply, Tammy speaks, “Reed, let me get you coffee and breakfast.”

  I tap my fingers on the table. “All right but I’m eating here.”

  The Suit sighs and closes all his electronics and puts them under the magazine named Rogue and lo and behold he’s on the cover wearing the same tie as today. Purple with tiny yellow specks. I lean in to see better and then, his cologne hits my nose. I sniff. The bastard smells good. I bet girls flock onto this smelly shit like bees on honey.

  “What can I get you for breakfast?” Tammy asks.

  “Same thing I had last night.”

  “Pizza?”

  “Pussy.”

  Tammy spins on her heel, and I glare at the Suit, whose eyes watch her walking away, then slide to me.

  “Your charm is gonna get in your way,” he says. “Buddy,” he adds.

  “Don’t you worry about my charm. You worry about how you took an offer for an already-sold property and didn’t hand over my keys.”

  “It happens with these sort of transactions. You’re welcome to contact my lawyers.”

  I snort.

  Tammy returns with my black coffee, and I sip. The taste of vanilla hits my tongue, and I hack, making a face as if a bee stung me. “Kitten, you trying to poison me?”

  She’s got her pad out and is ready to take my order. “One pump of vanilla won’t poison you.”

  “I drink my coffee black. Same as yesterday. Remember?”

  “No, because yesterday you served yourself, and maybe ingesting something sweet will improve your spirits this morning.”

  The Suit chuckles.

  “Pussy is sweet and will improve my spirits.” I am Lucifer incarnate when people get snarky with me and when I feel my control over my own damn house is slipping. What the hell can I do about my house? The fucker is gonna sell it, and if I make him disappear, that won’t help me with the house.

  Tammy slams her palms on the table and leans into my face. “I work here, Reed. I live in this town. You don’t get to come in here and talk like that.”

  “If you acknowledged me when I came in, I wouldn’t have to.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I lean in too, our faces inches apart. “You’re behaving as if I didn’t fuck your tits last night. My tongue was so deep inside your pussy, I almost lost my nose trying to fit in there. You feasted on my cum, swallowed every drop of it, and now you’re acting as if I’m just another dude who walked into the diner. That’s not how it works, Kitten.”

  Tammy leans in and kis
ses me on the lips. “Good morning, Reed.” We lock eyes, and my world is back on its axis again.

  I lean back as she leaves.

  “Are you done now?” the Suit asks.

  “Not with you. I want the house, and I know where you live. You’re welcome to call my contact in Chicago, who can confirm I have the money, if that’s the fucking problem,” I say.

  “Who’s your contact in Chicago?”

  “Her name is Ivana. Perhaps you know her.”

  The Suit goes quiet, then says, “I do know her. She’s the other buyer.”

  Fuck. “Are you shitting me?”

  He shakes his head. “Why else would I go through the trouble of having this conversation with an ex-special forces?”

  “So you do know us.” I scrub my jaw. “Why does she want to buy a house out here in the middle of nowhere?” The moment my words are out, I know why. A safe house for her crew, and her crew is dangerous and deadly and I don’t want them near this town or preferably not even within a five-hundred-mile radius of this town. “Shit.”

  The Suit sips his coffee. “I hope you understand I won’t tell her no. She’s due to call in an hour with a final offer. She’s offering at least two mil, and that’s twice the value of the property.”

  “The money won’t do you any good where you’re going if you don’t hand me the key. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  The Suit chuckles. “I don’t believe Ivana knows you were the initial buyer, so if you left on a good note with her, when I tell her you’re the buyer, maybe she’ll back off.”

  My turn to chuckle. “She won’t back off.” I wouldn’t, and that badass Barbie is cut out of thick cloth.

  The Suit leans in, flicking two fingers for me to meet him in the middle. This is interesting. I play along. “What?” I ask. This motherfucker smells really good.