Tennessee's Whiskey (The Whiskey Collection Book 1)

by L. Loren

  Whiskey

  After hearing Big Country and Tennessee’s friend Jasmine going at it in my backroom, I was more than ready to be buried balls deep in my woman. She was having fun teasing me for hours and I’ll make her pay for that when we’re alone. She had been poking the bear all night, but I planned to keep her up until morning having my way with her. After the bar closed, we said goodbye to her friend who was being followed very closely by Big Country. If she thought she was getting rid of him after tonight, she had another thought coming. The man was bitten by the love bug, and much like me, he wasn’t letting his woman get away.

  I took Tennessee by her place so she could grab some things she needed before we headed over to my house. Her apartment was cute. Definitely girly. She had all these different color giant pillows strewn around her living room. It looked like she used them to lounge on. Of course, there was a small loveseat and a chair, but they looked like they were straight from the showroom. It was evident she preferred the comfort of her pillows.

  Her walls were covered with art that depicted African American women with different types of whiskey. They were all different, but you could tell the same artist painted them. They were amazing. I had never seen anything like it. Sexy and edgy. I could use some of them in the bar. Above the loveseat she had poster with a bottle of Jack being poured into shot glasses that expanded over five different art panels. It was very modern and eye-catching. I had to admit the theme fit her choice of careers.

  “Come on in, Weston. Make yourself at home.”

  “These paintings are amazing. Who did them?”

  “Oh, these are just posters, not the original artwork. They are by this fabulous artist from here in Atlanta, named Jeremy Worst. He has this amazing series of paintings with Jack Daniels and other liquors. These are from that collection. Aren’t they fire?”

  “They sure as hell are.”

  “One day I am going to be able to afford an original. Anyway, I’ll be right back.”

  “Take your time. Make sure to pack enough for a few days at least.”

  She quirked her eyebrow at me but didn’t argue. Good girl!

  “You want something to drink? There’s water and soda in the fridge. Help yourself.”

  I walked over to the kitchen, which was spotless, by the way. I had never left a kitchen that clean, not even after I washed dishes and swept & mopped the floor. Was she some sort of neat freak? I opened the fridge and got my answer. Every bottle of water, every can of soda was lined up perfectly, with the labels all facing the same way. Nothing was out of place. Plastic containers were stacked neatly like she planned her meals. There was even a shelf that held these test tube like things in a wooden holder. They were filled with liquids of different colors. I figured it was for her school project, so I decided not to touch. Hell, even her condiments were lined up neatly. I shook my head and shut the fridge, only to find my girl standing there with a grin on her face.

  “I know what you’re thinking. Let me explain. To you it may seem a bit OCD, but this is the way I was brought up. In the foster homes that I lived in, I was required to keep my food sectioned off, labeled and very neat. The kitchen had to be pristine. I’m talking you could literally eat off the floor if told to. I guess I just never broke the habit. You know?”

  “I get it babe. It is what it is, but don’t go thinking you’re gonna go all Monk in my kitchen. My boy and I are not this neat and we damn sure ain’t this organized.”

  “I would never impose my quirks on you. I’m not OCD, I was just raised to have OCD tendencies.”

  “Whatever you say. You ready? I don’t want to keep Mrs. Johnson waiting.”

  “Sure am. I just need to snag my charger off the counter.”

  I grabbed her bag from her as she unplugged her charger and shoved it in her computer bag. We made our way out to my truck and headed to my place.

  “By the way, what are those test tube things? You conducting some type of experiment?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m doing. For my dissertation, I have decided to create a new blend of whiskey. It is almost ready for the testing stage. I am going to have to recruit some volunteers to sample the goods and tell me which blend works best for their taste. Once I have a good number of test subjects, I can decide which blend to submit to my professor.”

  “Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?

  “Well, I was going to ask you later, but since you brought it up, do you think I could use the bar to conduct my taste test? Don’t worry. If you said yes, I would only do it during hours the bar isn’t open. I would recruit students on campus, as well as people from the general population. I was thinking about asking King Pen and his guys. What are your thoughts?”

  “If that’s what you need, I’d be more than happy to provide the space, but you will have to organize everything and clean up.”

  “That’s not a problem. Thank you, baby. This is gonna be great!”

  As we entered the house, Mrs. Johnson greeted us at the door with a surprised look on her face. She wasn’t used to me bringing home a woman, so she had cause to be shocked.

  “Good evening Mr. Daniels. Who do we have here?”

  “Hi Mrs. Johnson. This is my woman, Pat. Baby, this is Mrs. Johnson. She takes care of Wes so I can go to work.”

  Tennessee had a look of curiosity on her face. It happened all the time whenever people saw Mrs. Johnson. She was a young attractive woman in her thirties, and everyone was surprised that she was a nanny. She didn’t fit the Mrs. Doubtfire™ stereotype. After getting over her initial shock, Tennessee finally greeted her.

  “Hi Mrs. Johnson. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise. Mr. Daniels, Wes is sleeping and should be out for the night. He ate all his vegetables tonight, so he got to have ice cream for dessert. I checked his homework and he has show n tell tomorrow. He wanted to take one of your trophies, but I told him to ask you in the morning. Other than that, we had a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I appreciate everything. Have a good night.”

  She turned to Tennessee, who was pretending to look around the room instead of watching and listening to us.

  “It was nice meeting you, Pat. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  After walking Mrs. Johnson to her car, I came back inside where Tennessee attacked my mouth with a steamy kiss. There was nothing I wanted more, but I had priorities. I groaned as I pulled away from her.

  “Hold on, baby. I need to check on Wes and then I’m all yours.”

  It took everything in me to walk away from her, but I had to lay eyes on my boy. We hadn’t seen each other since this morning and the need to ensure he was alright was overwhelming. I trusted Mrs. Johnson, but he was still my son. I opened his door and saw he was out cold. I walked over to his bed and brushed the hair from his face. Wes was such a sweet kid when he was asleep. I bent down, kissing him on the forehead and then pulled his blanket up around his waist. He always managed to kick his way out of it during the night.

  I returned to the living room to see my lady looking at the wall of trophies I had collected over the years. In my younger days, I was quite the marksman. I competed for several years and was highly decorated.

  “Wow, you won all these trophies? You never told me you were an expert marksman. This is amazing, babe.”

  I walked up behind her and took the trophy she was looking at from her hands, placing it back on the shelf. I didn’t give a flying fuck about those trophies. All I wanted was my woman naked and either riding my face or my cock. It really didn’t matter to me as long as she was doing one of the above. I took her by the hand and guided her towards my room, stopping only to ensure the alarm was set and the lights were turned off.

  My room was built for maximum comfort. I had never brought a woman into my sanctuary before. My past trysts were done in hotel rooms or at the woman’s place. I never wanted women around my son, so it meant a lot that I brought Tennessee here. I wanted
her around permanently, and I planned to have my way. The large California King bed sat against a city-scape mural that covered the entire wall, making it the focal point of the room. My bed was modestly decorated with the most comfortable sheets and duvet I could find.

  Wes loved to climb in with me on weekend mornings while we ate cereal and watched cartoons, or this generation’s version of cartoons. Personally, I longed for the old school shows that I grew up on. I was able to convince Wes to give a few a try, but he was a new age kid. He liked what his peers liked, and I had no idea what was going on.

  Tonight, however, this bed was going to serve its original purpose. I was going to claim my woman in my bed, and she would be in it every night thereafter. Pressing the audio button on the remote, I pulled up the slow jams playlist and turned the volume low. For what I had planned, I didn’t need Wes waking up. Without turning around to look at Tennessee, I gave her a command.

  “Lock the door and come here.”

  She did as she was told, making my cock harder than it already was from the anticipation of what was to come. I turned and looked into her eyes as she approached me. Claiming my woman was a delicate encounter. I had never wanted to be with only one woman before, but tonight I was making us official. No other man would touch her after tonight. No other woman existed in my eyes. It was the two of us and little Wes. That’s it.

  I took her in my arms and began dancing with her to the sexy song whispering about her secret garden. The sweet seduction was the appropriate sentiment for how I felt about being with Tennessee. I started singing the lyrics in her ear as I swayed her body against mine. Slowly my hands worked their way to start removing her clothes, piece by piece. I started with her shirt, unhurriedly lifting it up her stomach, my fingers brushing her delicate skin, causing goose bumps to rise. As I moved my hands up her chest, Tennessee hissed when my palms brushed over her erect nipples. Damn she was sexy.

  My mouth descended on that little area of her collarbone that drives her crazy. I found that spot last night and she came all over my cock when I bit her there. I wanted to see what her reaction would be this time. She did not disappoint. The strangled sound she allowed to escape her mouth was almost my undoing. My hands glided over her plump ass cheeks. I spent plenty of time rubbing her globes, paying close attention to her breathing pattern. She was definitely aroused and ready for me. I grinned as my fingers slid between her legs to rub her clit through her pants. Her hips involuntarily jutted forward seeking more friction.

  “Not yet, baby. You need to be patient.”

  “Weston, stop teasing me. I need you.”

  Fuck! That was music to my ears. I wanted to give her what she desired, but this was important for us. She needed to know how I felt about her. It was something she had to feel, and it couldn’t be rushed. By the time I had her panties around her ankles, my baby was begging to be fucked. It didn’t help that Prince was now singing about being insatiable. I licked around her breast, purposely missing her nipples. They were so hard, my mouth was watering, but I resisted biting them.

  I stepped away from her and stood there for a minute just looking at her. I was a damn lucky man. My woman was divine. I wanted the memory of her standing there in a frenzied state of arousal burned into my brain so I could replay it over and over. The shadows from the lamp and the moonlight that peeked in through the curtains covered part of her face and upper body, making her look mysterious. I have never wanted anyone more in my life than I did at that moment. Quickly, I undressed and moved over to the lounger on the other side of the room.

  I sat in the recliner with my head on the footrest and my legs hanging over the headrest. Looking at Tennessee from an upside-down position did nothing to dull my need for her. She was beautiful no matter what angle.

  “Come sit on my face and let me taste my sweet nectar.”

  Her pupils dilated and her breathing increased, as she moved toward the chair. Straddling my torso with her ass hovering just above my face, Tennessee leaned forward causing her ass to stick up in the air. My hands couldn’t resist grabbing onto her hips. Just as I buried my face between those silky thighs, I felt her hot, wet mouth descend on my needy cock. My God, it felt like heaven. I had to fight a battle between my body and my head to keep from shooting right there. God, she felt amazing. Tennessee went to work giving me the most magical blow job I had ever received. Shit. I almost forgot I was supposed to me savoring the taste of her pussy.

  The way Tennessee enjoyed taking care of me was incredible. It was like she got off on giving me pleasure. I definitely felt the same way. I did my best to lick her into oblivion. The two orgasms she gifted me were not enough for my greedy mouth, but I needed to be buried deep inside her before I went insane. Lifting her off my face, I gave my next command, which she obeyed immediately.

  “Baby, I need you to get up, walk your sexy ass over to the dresser and grab the condoms. Bring them back over here and strap me up.”

  Without hesitation she sauntered her hips across the room to do my bidding. Evidence of her arousal glistened down her thighs as she moved. It made me want to attack her, but I restrained my inner beast. I didn’t know how long that would last, though. I righted myself in the chair as she grabbed the box of condoms and made her way back to me. Sliding down to her knees in front of me, she opened the foil package and placed the contents between her lips, then proceeded to glove me using her mouth. It was the sexiest thing I had seen all night and that was saying something. My god, whatever I did to deserve her I would gladly do again and again.

  “Come here baby. I need you on my lap, NOW!”

  A slick smile curled on her lips as she ran her hands up my thighs. Teasing me, she moved at a snail’s pace. Her hot tongue blazed a trail from my thighs, up my v, and over my abs. Before she could finish the six pack, I lost my shit lifted her by the waist and impaled her on my cock.

  “FUCK BABY!”

  She moaned so loud I just knew my son would wake up, but I couldn’t stop if the house had been on fire. Not allowing her enough time to get used to my size, I started pumping into her. Pat was a beautiful combination of demure and wildcat. The way she responded to my movements made me want to go on forever. Her cries of pleasure were an addictive song that I craved. She was the siren calling me to my death and I gladly went. The feeling of being inside her was unimaginable. I had never enjoyed the carnal act of sex like this. Then again, this was more than an animal instinct reacting to stimulation. No, this was a spiritual awakening. In that moment, I knew I loved Tennessee. She was my forever.

  Tennessee

  My god! Whiskey was not playing when he said he was claiming me as his woman. I had no idea his sexy ass could sing. When he started serenading me as we slow danced, I about died. My body was on fire and Whiskey was the only thing that could douse it. He had the art of seduction down to a science. Just him looking at me caused my body to react in the most delicious way. I was his to mold, and boy did he shape me into everything I never knew I wanted.

  We didn’t just have sex. It was a next level experience of a lifetime. After he fucked the shit out of me, the man laid me down on that huge bed and made love to me. It was as if I was sexing with two different men. He was like one of those Sour Patch Kids™. Bad as fuck one minute and sweet and delicious the next. I couldn’t decide which I liked better. Either way, I had the best sexual experience of my life and I can’t wait to do it over and over again. So this is what it means to be dickmatized. Why did it take me so long?

  The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of little hands beating on the bedroom door and a sweet sleepy voice calling out for his daddy. Whiskey was in a sleep coma and never heard the baby. I didn’t want to traumatize Wes with my presence, but I figured he would be more distraught if he couldn’t have access to his father. The choice was made. I got up, slipped on my jeans and t-shirt as quickly as I could and padded across the hard wood floor to open the door.

  “Daddy, I wants eats.”

  I opened
the door and Wes’ little eyes got as big as saucers. When he got over his initial shock, he gave me a huge smile and did a little happy dance.

  “Tensee! Did you have a sleepover with my daddy? Why didn’t you come and get me? I like sleep overs too.”

  “Hey there, little man. Yes, I guess I did have a sleepover with your dad. He’s really tired. So what do you say, we let him sleep, and I’ll make your breakfast?”

  I intentionally avoided his question about not being invited to the sleepover. There was no way I was touching that with a ten-foot pole. Nope. That was a job for super dad. Taking me by the hand, Wes guided me to the kitchen. Shit! My hands had been in places no little boy should experience. As soon as we got in the kitchen, I was insistent that we both washed our hands thoroughly. Once that was done, I opened the fridge, surprised to see it fully stocked. I expected the shelves to be bare, with only drinks and a few condiments, but I was mistaken. I underestimated Whiskey.

  “So, little man, what can I get you to eat?”

  “Can you make Frenchy toasts? It’s Daddy and my favorite.”

  “Well, I sure can. How would you like to help me? You can be my assistant.”

  “Yes! I love cooking.”

  Between picking eggshells from the batter and cleaning up the spilled milk from the counter, Wes and I managed to make some very delicious smelling ‘Frenchy toasts’. I located Whiskey’s French press and brewed some coffee. I wasn’t sure how strong he liked it, but Wes assured me it was the right color.

  “Wes do you want to help me set the table?”

  “No Tensee! Daddy and I eat breakfast in bed on Saturdays. You can come too since you are Daddy’s guest.”

  “Umm…”

  I was trying my best to think of a way to tell this child there was no way I could allow him to get anywhere near that bed before I stripped the sheets, comforter and duvet from the mattress and sanitized them. He didn’t need to know how much of a dirty boy his daddy was. Shit, the flashbacks alone will have me needing a shower. Before I could come up with a believable excuse, I heard the bedroom door open. Oh, thank God!