Pax gives me a nod then glances at where the coroner covers Tiny’s body. The club’s allies in local government will keep the murder quiet. The paper will barely mention it. That’s how life works in Little Memphis. An old lady dying with her little poodle is front page news. A guy tortured and killed in a growing turf war gets buried in the back of the paper.
Leaving behind Joker to calm a raging Big Dick, Pax and I return home. We get to the house when the sun is low in the sky. I’m thinking about dinner, but Pax grabs a six pack of beer with the intention of downing it all.
“Don’t,” I say, taking the beer from him. “I want to go to the City by Night.”
“Take dumpling with you. She’ll bat her eyes and talk about her pussy. What do you need me for?”
Patting his cheek, I smile. “Someone needs to pay the check.”
“Turd.”
“Getting drunk and pouting won’t make you feel better about Tiny Dick. Come out with me and show our enemies we never flinch. Let them believe we’re heartless bastards unable to feel a fucking thing. Those rumors about us being soulless monsters won’t spread themselves. We need to do the legwork, brother.”
Pax smiles. “Your speech warms my heart, asshole.”
“Get cleaned up and meet me in an hour.”
As I walk towards my room, Pax growls, “If she giggles, I’m punching her.”
“You touch her and I’m slicing off the top layer of your dick.”
Always a fan of crotch violence, Pax laughs. I slow my steps when I near my bedroom. Shay is likely asleep and I don’t want to startle her. She slept like shit the night before. I also know she’s thinking of running back to Georgia. No way is that happening on my watch.
My cock hardens at the sight of Shay spread out on her stomach across my bed. Her little ass is tilted up slightly and she’s only wearing those thin pink panties. My cock’s reaction doesn’t surprise me, but my chest aches at the sight of her relaxed face. My shirt’s sleeves are bunched up around her hands, making Shay look delicate and irresistible.
As the TV plays quietly, she fell asleep with her head at the foot of the bed. I can picture Shay feeling vulnerable alone at the house. Pax was right about her being young when it came to innocence and experience. Yet he was wrong about her being too young to keep up with me.
Shay has courage and I love watching her push herself. Everything is new, making it both exciting and scary. She hasn’t run so far and I plan on keeping her from making the mistake of ditching Little Memphis.
Resting in the corner chair, I watch her for fifteen minutes. She’s sleeping deeply, comfortable in a way that feels fucked up to disturb. I have to get her up before Pax arrives, making a lot of noise. His version of an alarm clock isn’t nearly as fun as Shay’s.
Leaning down on the bed, I kiss the birthmark on the back of her left thigh. My lips leave soft kisses over her thighs then each butt cheek. Her ass wiggles as she wakes and I hear her sigh. Turning over, she blinks a few times then smiles.
“Are you okay?” she asks, caressing my cheek.
Kissing her, I want a quickie, but she’s still half asleep and my brother is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. My dick will have to wait.
“Will you ever tell me where you go when you leave?” she asks.
“No and you don’t want to know anyway. Let’s enjoy the fantasy.”
Shay smiles in a way that makes my chest hurt again. “I know it’s a mistake, but I’m falling for you.”
“I know and it’s fucking beautiful.”
I scoop her into my arms and kiss her awake. By the time she’s moaning into my mouth, I am thinking quickie again.
“Can you do it fast?” Shay whispers against my cheek.
“Is someone feeding you the perfect things to say? You know, like with that movie where the guy had a big nose?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I think Chevy Chase was in it.”
Shaking her head, Shay tugs her shirt over her head. “I don’t need to come. My pussy isn’t in the mood.”
“There you go again,” I say, leaning her back and sucking her left nipple into my mouth.
Shay wiggles her ass on my lap and I’m about done with foreplay. She makes me hard like when I was a teenager. Back then, I got boners from breezes, clocks chiming, or even taking a deep breath.
I quickly have Shay resting back on the bed while her panties land on the dresser. My jeans are around my knees as I press into her surprisingly wet pussy.
“When Pax gets on your nerves tonight,” I whisper, sighing at the feel of her wrapped around my cock, “think about how much fun we’ll have tonight. Think about how I’m going to take my time later and make you beg.”
Shay smiles casually until I play with the dark, wet curls between her legs. Her breathing shifts immediately and she looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world keeping her sane. I love how her hips buck when the orgasm hits her. When I see her eyes widen then close from the pleasure, I fuck her harder, faster. Watching her come is the sexiest shit and I can’t hold back once her pussy sucks hard at my cock. Relief never felt so sweet.
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