“If you tell her you’re adopting a single mom and her kids, Ivana will back off.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, she’s got this hero complex that can be exploited.”
Okay, the Suit has fed me valuable intel. I don’t know why he did that, but I’ll take it, not caring much about his reasons. “Thanks. Why do you smell good?”
“Hunter for Men. Want a sample?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll leave you with seven. One for each of your men too.”
Wow. Nice Suit.
“Excuse me, boys.” Tammy breaks up our conspiracy moment, and we both sit up properly in the booth. “Breakfasts are here.”
Before I dig in, I signal my men that the crisis has been averted, and also we got free samples of smell-good stuff and Tammy kissed me and I might just move her into the house come next week.
Chapter 9
It’s Saturday night, and I’m spending it with Tammy on the couch watching comedy on the TV while the girls play in their shared bedroom. I think about my still pending house and how they’d have their own bedrooms and Tammy and I would have the entire basement to ourselves. I’d planned to make a playroom down there. Not for the girls. For us, two thirty-five-plus-year-olds with the sexual appetites of teenagers.
I can’t have that now, and it’s bugging the crap out of me, and my mood is at the same low as it was this morning before Tammy kissed me. She should kiss me some more and make me less moody. I squeeze her tit. “Kiss me,” I tell her.
She turns and pecks me on the lips, and I stick my tongue into her mouth and grab the back of her head. When I hear soft footsteps, I release Tammy just as Reagan walks by and heads for the door. “Grandma is coming over.”
Tammy stands. “This late?”
“Yeah.”
With a worried expression, Tammy wrings her hands, and I fix my erection so that when her mother walks in, she doesn’t notice. Five minutes later, headlights hit the wall, and Tammy opens the front door.
I hear the car slam on the brakes, and then from the front door, a woman says, “Tammy, oh my God, you met a man and didn’t tell me. Frances had to call me…” She comes into the house, stops and stares at me.
I stand from the couch and approach the old lady with more smile lines than anyone I know. Her blue eyes, same color as mine, glide over my body, and I extend a hand. “Reed MacLoyd,” I say.
She shakes my hand, hers soft, warm, and fragile. “Nancy Simmons. Nice to meet you.” She steps inside and closes the door with her heel, and for a second, I think this is where little Reagan got her mojo. I sense a woman who’s gonna give me hell for not having proof I’m staying in town before I put a baby inside her daughter, but that’s neither here nor there because she won’t make those decisions. Tammy will.
“Well, I didn’t know Tammy had company, but now that I do…” She looks at Reagan. “Pack a suitcase and grab your sister. You’re coming with me.” She checks her watch. “Ten minutes. Move it.”
I chuckle. “You sound like my drill sergeant.”
“Air force.”
“No way,” I say as she sits on the couch and pats it, clearly telling me I need to sit too. Nancy spends the next ten minutes telling me about her time in the service, and I share a tiny bit of mine because I don’t like to recall most of my stuff, even though my shrink insists on it. Nah, I’m good locking up that shit somewhere in my dungeon of memories.
The girls roll out one big suitcase and head for the door, stopping quickly to kiss their aunt goodbye. Melany turns and walks to me. She hugs me, squeezes me tightly, and again, I don’t know what to make of that squeeze, but it touches me somewhere above the diaphragm.
She straightens and says, “We’ll be back on Tuesday after school.”
“Not Monday?” Tammy asks.
“There’s no school on Monday, Auntie.”
“Why not?” she asks.
I know why, but I don’t say it.
“It’s Memorial Day,” the girl says. “Are you gonna be here when we get back?”
“Yup,” I state as if it’s my house. A glance at Tammy shows me her pinched lips that tell me maybe I’m not.
The grandma and girls file out, and then it’s just me and Tammy, standing there in the living room with the understanding that we’re not gonna be watching TV, and I’m definitely spending the night or the entire weekend. The mention of Memorial Day reminds me that men and women in the armed forces, many whom I’ve known, died so I can have this pussy for the next two and a half days. Better make the best of it.
“You want to show me to your bedroom, or shall I look for it?” I ask.
“Reed…”
“I’ll look.” I move past her and turn down the hallway. Up ahead is a bathroom. Two rooms flank the hallway, and I enter the one on the right to find it’s the girls’ room. Tammy sleeps right across from the girls’ room so when I’m spanking her and the girls are home, it’s gonna be a problem. I need my own fucking house, and I swear if I can’t get Ivana to back off nicely, I’m gonna eliminate her and make it look like an accident.
“You coming?” I ask, then strip off my shirt, shoes, jeans, everything. My dick is hard and ready just in time for her to walk in.
Tammy closes and locks the door behind her, then stands there.
I stay in my place to give her an eyeful.
She’s horny, and she wants me. I know I look good because my body has gone through training most guys can’t survive.
“You work out, I see,” she says.
“Nah, Kitten. I was born hard all over.”
“Good, because there’s no gym here in case you intend to stay.”
It sounds like Tammy wants to talk before sex. God, why is she doing this? I wanna cry. Precum is spurting out of my dick. Even my dick is weeping for her pussy.
“Kitten, if we fuck first, most of our troubles will go away. Let’s do that and talk later.”
Tammy smiles. “I think you’re right. I could use some dick.”
“Hold on. It’s not just dick, but we can talk about that too.”
Tammy undresses, and there they are. The tits. They’re big and perfect, and I sit on the bed, extending a hand. “Come here.” There’s a vanity with a big mirror right across the bed, and Tammy blocks my view as she stands between my legs. I pick her up, and she startles me by bending to kiss me. I let her make out with my mouth while I stroke her pussy from behind, sometimes dipping my fingers inside her warm place. Whenever I dip, she sits on my fingers. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping, and I start pumping her. She rides my fingers.
I lift one breast and put it in my mouth and suck on her nipple, looking at Tammy as she watches me. I lick her nipple so she can see the movement of my tongue over it while I let her ride, and as she gets closer to an orgasm, her eyes go half-mast. When I think she might come, I replace my fingers with my dick. I push her hips down.
Tammy screams and throws her head back, then comes all over my cock as I hold her down on my dick. In the mirror, I see behind her and grip her hair, hold her bent like that so she can watch in the mirror as I glide her body over my dick.
She holds on to my knees and watches us. We lock eyes in the mirror, and there’s a moment there where I feel that I love this woman. I want to marry her. Let’s see what she says.
“Marry me,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. I keep fucking her, but she won’t answer.
I change positions.
I put her on the bed with her head hanging over the edge, and I get on top of her and make her watch while I fuck her, lifting her leg so I can move in deeper while kissing her neck. “Yes?” I ask her again. “Answer me.” I pump my hips faster. Gonna come soon and seed her, and then it’s over.
“Marry me?” I prompt again because I won’t stop until she says yes. “You know I won’t give up on you. Say yes now and spare us the headaches. I’m gonna secure the house, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Tammy lifts her hips
and comes. Her pussy’s fluttering, stimulating my dick. Her hips jerk up more, and the movement catches me off guard. My balls draw up and shoot, making my dick project seed inside her like that first day at target practice when I hit a bull’s-eye. Relieved, I sigh, propping myself up on my elbows.
“You bought a house where?” she asks.
“In the new developments right outside town.”
“When?”
“Before I came. Got a moving truck parked behind the motel.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Your intel is incomplete, then.”
She bites her lip. “Do you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“You know what. That you want to marry me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then stick around for a year and ask me again.”
“I’m gonna put a baby inside you, Tammy. Maybe I already did.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“My sperm knows no bounds.”
She laughs, and her pussy squeezes my dick, reminding him to get hard again. He does, and the next thing you know, it’s midnight and I’m going to bed, Tammy right next to me. Ten points for Captain Reed. Now, I just need a home run.
Chapter 10
Sunday morning, and I’m buried inside Tammy’s pussy again as she makes all kinds of cute noises under me. I flip her over and position myself on her ass. She freezes, and I rub her shoulder with one hand while fisting my dick and moving it over her little hole, probing it little by little, using spit to get my dick slick. I move a hand under her and stroke her clit to get her all worked up, and when I think she’s good to go, I enter her ass. Slowly.
Tammy’s breaths come out in pants.
I continue stroking her clit and pushing inside her more, stretching that place that grips me tighter than a fist, counting backward from one million so I don’t enjoy myself too much before she comes. Her ass hits my thighs, and that’s as far as I’m gonna go for her first time doing anal. Positioned like this, only half my length is inside. I move in and out of her hole and stroke her clit, pinch it and rub until Tammy lifts up onto her elbows and spreads her legs.
“There you go, Kitten. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
She’s huffing, mumbling something, and I lift her hips and watch my dick move in and out of her back hole. Although I want to pound her ass, I don’t pick up the pace. I run a palm over her ass and slap it, leaving a red mark. I do it again, same spot so it stings more. Under me, Tammy starts bucking.
I spank her again and see her hand move between us so she can stroke herself.
I slap her other cheek, then get a rhythm going, and I’m spanking her in earnest while fucking her ass. I watch the movement of her back as it arches, and she comes, face buried in the pillow. I move a few times and come inside her, nearly toppling over her from sheer joy.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and rub her soft skin a little. “Marry me?”
She turns her face to the side, and I see she’s thinking about it. If I press her like this anymore, she’s gonna fold. For the first time in my life, instead of pushing the target to fold, I decide I’m gonna wait out that year. I’m gonna put in that year she wants me to put in. I am, because I have a feeling Tammy needs that long to come around on her own. Besides, I haven’t secured the house, so I have only my words and the little bit of time I’ve spent with her.
My phone rings, showing a local number. Tammy stretches over the bed and grabs my phone, then hands it to me.
“You can answer if you like,” I say because we’re building trust and also because I’m still inside her ass.
She puts the phone over her ear, and I stretch out over her so I can hear.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hi, Tammy.” It’s Blake.
Oh hell no. I’m deep inside her ass and this dude is cooing in her ear on my phone. I grab the phone and kneel back on the bed so Tammy can turn around. She looks pale, and when she pulls the sheet over her body, it looks like she’s putting on a vest to protect herself. Maybe I’m projecting my strong objection to him calling and her answering and them talking (even though they didn’t) while I’m inside her ass.
“Reed here,” I say.
“Meet me outside.”
“Where outside?”
“Tammy’s house.”
“You’re here? Is there a problem?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be right out.” I hop off the bed and slide on my jeans, grab my boots and sweater, then look over at Tammy, who’s walking toward the bathroom. She comes out with a wet towel, and I wash up quickly as she gets back to the bathroom, closes the door, and I hear it lock. Okay, so I’ll wait before I go out there and meet Blake the Suit, of all people to show up at Tammy’s house on a Sunday morning. Jesus is testing me. I feel it.
While waiting for her to come out, I tuck my piece in the back of my jeans and walk around the room. A notepad on the desk catches my eye. I pick it up and read. I poked her pussy with my finger, conscious of my claws.
What claws? I grab the notepad and read more.
It was wet, and my finger glided in and out with ease. My peach needed attention; her greedy pussy told me so. “Does your pussy hurt like it’s missing something?”
Who is this guy?
“Yes, it aches.” She lifted her ass off her heels and lowered it to the mattress, trying to get more of my finger inside. I hovered on the outside and teased her. “Greedy little pussy,” I said. “Wants something bigger. Your beast is gonna give you bigger.” I bit her ear. “You think you’d gag on me? I bet you would. Should I make you gag?”
Yeah, beast-man, you should. I keep reading and open up her desktop and there it is. A document full of text. Tammy writes books, and I’m thinking about what to do with this bit of her privacy I invaded when she opens the bathroom door.
I walk to her, and she doesn’t look me in the eye, her gaze somewhere on my chest.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
She swallows, looking anywhere but at me.
“Kitten, you know how I can be when I want something and you won’t give it to me? You know I won’t stop, so make it quick and save us the time. My day’s already fucked with Blake here.”
“I think this has something to do with the phone call I got yesterday. When the woman called me and asked for you, I immediately didn’t want to lose you to anyone else, which is scary because that means I wanna keep you.”
She wants to keep me? Great news! I’m keeping score. Tammy batted and scored her own home run.
“I don’t know her name,” she continues.
“There are no women in my life who would have called you.” Except our contractor. The one who goes after targets the way I do, with precision and relentlessness. Tammy is right. Blake is here with news about the house, and I bet Ivana called Tammy to confirm what I told Ivana yesterday. I need the house because I have a family, and I think she should back off.
Tammy smiles, unease clear on her face. I kiss her, and my phone rings again. I’m sure it’s Blake outside. “I love you, Kitten. I do, and I promise I’m gonna fix whatever needs fixing, and I’ll worry about things for you.”
She smiles and doesn’t say anything back. That’s fine with me, because we have a mission and I need to mobilize her pronto.
“Tammy, listen, that woman who called is trying to steal our house. She wants it, and she outbid me, and I won’t give it up. I don’t know what the Suit is doing here, but whatever it is, the mission is to get the house back.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever it takes to get the house back that doesn’t involve burying people over at the Peak.”
Tammy slides between me and the wall and gets dressed. Jeans, sweater, boots, the usual. We walk outside and meet Blake who’s swinging on the metal swing.
“Hi, come on in,” Tammy says.
Blake glances at me before standing and walking over. He hands Tammy a bottle of red wi
ne. “I apologize for intruding, and I wouldn’t if I didn’t have a situation that involves everyone.”
Tammy smiles. “That’s fine. We were just relaxing. Come.”
We were not relaxing. We were fucking, and I’m annoyed I’m out of bed this early on a Sunday.
“I’m here to close on the house and never think of it again,” Blake says.
“Let’s close on it, then.”
“The other buyer should be here in a minute.”
“What?”
Blake nods. “Apparently, there’s a situation.”
“What kind of situation?”
Tammy moves to make coffee when the front doorbell rings. I spin, pull out a piece, and aim for the door. “Tammy, get your gun,” I say.
Blake shows me his hands. “Keep calm.”
“You come in here and say a Mafia queen is coming to town bringing me a situation. You can keep your calm. I don’t want it.”
Tammy bends under the counter, and I hear locks before she gets out the shotgun, then takes position over the kitchen counter.
Good girl. Seeing as I have backup, I walk to the window and see Ivana standing outside, staring right at me. She lifts her arms to show me she’s not holding anything. Not that I thought she would come here to shoot me, but she knows I’m paranoid. Her brother is the same way.
I let her inside, and she walks straight past me over to Tammy, who lifts her head from the stock.
“Hi,” Ivana says and introduces herself. “We spoke on the phone yesterday.”
Tammy shakes her hand and puts away the shotgun. While she’s under there locking up the weapon, Ivana looks around, then proceeds to the bedrooms, the bathroom, then back out into the living room. She’s looking like a…well a badass bitch Barbie. Long platinum-blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun, black leather boots with heels, and a black coat under which I’m sure she’s armed.
A criminal at Tammy’s house makes me edgy, but I’m gonna deal with it because this criminal could possibly have a proposition for me, a trade for the house that I want and need because I have a wife and two kids to provide for now, and a man does what a man’s gotta do. Protect family. Don’t end up in jail. Get wife pregnant.
Full Force on Tammy Page 5
