Eyes closing, Shay grins as I tease her pussy. The flesh warms for me, responding to the touch it knows well by now.
I stroke her first with my tongue then my fingers. Finally, the head of my cock teases her until she’s ready. Shay makes a quiet grunt when I thrust hard into her.
Smiling at me, she whispers, “The fantasy is fun. Let’s hold onto it awhile longer.”
I lean down and kiss her softly, my hips already finding a steady rhythm.
“Nothing changes. It’s just a few days.”
Shay closes her eyes and grips the sheets while I move inside her. Our bodies find pleasure, even as we remain nearly silent. When I come hard inside her, I can barely breathe and my mind is numb. I’m already imagining dropping her off at Darby’s. Mostly, I’m wondering if she’ll still be around by the time I return.
Breakfast is quick and silent. Shay says almost nothing until we arrive at the house and she climbs off the Harley. Finally, she wraps her hair behind her ears and sighs.
“I’ll miss you,” she says, staring at me. “A lot.”
“Don’t get sad. My cock will return to you soon.”
“Like in the mail or will it return attached to the rest of you? I only ask because I’m pretty fond of all this too,” she mumbles, waving her hands around my face and body. “Every inch needs to return, not just your wiener.”
Despite my mood, I laugh. “Wiener? How old are you again?”
“Old enough to be worried.”
“If you want to live in my world, you need to accept the ugly parts.”
Shay studies my face then reaches under my jacket and shirt to caress my stomach.
“My pussy will be depressed.”
Accepting her acceptance at the situation, I grin. “My cock already has an appointment with a therapist to deal with its sadness. It’ll be a tough few days, but we’ll survive to fuck another day.”
Shay wants me to promise, but she doesn’t ask. Instead, she hugs me tight like I’m the only thing keeping her upright.
“When I let go of you, I want you to kiss me. Then I’ll go inside before I cry. No need to make this thing dramatic.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, cupping her face and staring into her gray eyes. “Promise me one thing, Shay. The next few days will be miserable without me. I’m so damn addictive.” She smiles up at me and I kiss her forehead. “Don’t make any rash decisions about your future while I’m working. Can you promise me that?”
Shay understands what I’m asking. “I promise. Now, please kiss me before my badass cool exterior shatters.”
Kissing Shay, I inhale her scent, devour her flavor, and savor it all. A few days apart shouldn’t mean shit, but I’m so fucking hardcore in lust with this woman I can’t even imagine going hours without her next to me.
35
Shay
Suck It Up, Buttercup
I barely say hello to Darby, Bebe, and Lula before heading upstairs for a shower. The hot water feels good against my cold skin and tear-stained face. I cry considerably longer than a grown woman should over such a small thing. Yet I worry I might never see Ford again.
After my shower, I dress in clean clothes and join the others in the sunroom. Lula sits on the floor while Bebe and Darby drink coffee near the windows.
“Did Ford do something wrong?” Darby asks. “If it would help, my shotgun and I can pay him a visit and make threats I won’t go through with.”
“Though I appreciate your willingness to make Ford piss himself, he’s just working the next few days, so I won’t see him. This normally would be fine, but I’m PMSing.”
Focusing on Bebe, I ask, “Are you upset that I ditched Lula?”
“And forced me to hang out with Darby? Oh, the suffering.”
They share a smile.
“I feel like a shi…” I pause and look at Lula. “I feel like a bad friend.”
“Darby explained how hot Ford is, so I totally understand.”
Grinning, I bend down to see where Lula shows me her book. Once I’ve seen enough, she returns to flipping the pages.
“I have a lot of MJ’s old books,” Darby says.
Joining them for coffee, I feel worn down. I blame my exhaustion on hormones rather than sadness. Despite my attempts to be calm, I keep wondering if Ford’s safe. After a few days apart, will he still want to return to me?
“While you enjoyed Ford’s company, Bebe and Lula moved in here,” Darby announces when I stare at nothing for too long. “They can’t live in that house with a pimp hanging around all the time. I won’t have it.”
I give Bebe smile. “See that was my plan all along.”
The women grin at me while Lula gets up and walks to the window to watch birds in the yard. I’m relieved to know Bebe and Lula will be safe. Based on the few things the brothers let slip, the tensions in Little Memphis might be getting worse soon.
“We were talking about meeting up with Jenn and the girls at the mall today,” Darby says. “You should come along and search for those heels you want.”