Текст книги "Memphis Black"

Автор книги: M. J. Fields

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I walk up to his vehicle and smile. “Want me to drive?”

He opens the passenger door. “No.” I turn and wrap my arms around his trim waist and hug him tightly. “You’re a pain in the ass,” he tells me.

“We’re both young,” I respond.

“And talented. I get it; we both have a dream, so why don’t you go back to school? I can—”

“I like teaching dance much more than I like dancing on stage for the applause.”

He leans back and looks down. “Really?” The way he says it makes me laugh.

“When have I ever wanted the spotlight?”

“You should be in it, Tales.”

“No. I like seeing others in it, like you, the kids, the dance team, but as a whole …” I make a face that shows my distaste.

“Then come on the road with me. Teach us some moves.” He squeezes my ass.

“There isn’t a move I could teach any of you. The talent’s there; the skill is honed. It’s perfect.”

“Not true. Me up there without a guitar—”

“I’ll tutor you.”

“You will, huh?”

“In what, three weeks?”

“Two,” he says quickly.

“But you—” Has he been holding out on me? Why the hell do I wonder that? Good Lord we both just need to stop and enjoy a moment.

“Two.”

“Right.” I step away and get in the Escalade.

He gets in the driver’s side and asks, “Where to?”

“Feed me,” I say then decide to say something to change the darkening atmosphere. “Something salty and warm. Maybe a cream—”

“That’s enough, sweet cheeks.”

“You could have just talked to me,” I say, pointing to bulge. I still don’t understand why he would go and mess with… that.

“You’ll like it. Now enough talk about—”

“Fine.” I bet it hurts. Well I think it must I mean, hello!

It’s quiet for too long.

“My mom is going out of town for the weekend.” I turn in my seat and look at him.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Come stay with me, then?” he says.

“Where?”

“Our place.” Grrr. He’s being so stubborn.

“Or you stay with me.”

He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“More privacy,” I allude.

He doesn’t reply. He pulls into the pizza place he used to take his dates to in high school, and I laugh.

“Old faithful?”

“What?” He looks at me confused.

“Nothing.” I open the door and get out.

“Oh, I see now. I like the pizza here, and I know you do, too.” He takes my hand and links our fingers as we walk in.

“Tony, what’s flying, man?”

“Well, lookee here.” Tony, the older Italian owner of the shop looks over at me and laughs. “And Tallia Priest.”

“Hey, Tony.” I feel my face heat up.

“Did he kidnap you, or did you come willingly?” Tony jokes.

“Kidnapped me,” I say, grinning at Memphis.

Memphis rolls his eyes then orders his favorite pizza. “Chicken, bacon, ranch, a medium.”

We then sit in a booth where he sits across from me.

“Ever think about leaving this place?”

“We both kind of have.” I answer.

“I mean farther away.”

“Of course. And you?” I take off my sweater and sit back.

“No, not really.”

***

The weekend plans were cancelled. Memphis and the band had to travel for some interviews in Texas, hoping to sell out the shows there. He was apologetic, and I was understanding, even though it stung.

The next week was busy, and something interesting happened. Ted, a member of the dance team, ended up spraining his knee. I talked to the manager of the dance team and learned that Ted’s partner, Anna, would be asked to leave the team. They just didn’t have time to train a replacement for Ted and all of our dances use partners. I offered to leave, instead, despite being afraid I would lose the classes I had and nervous that I was taking such a risk, but she didn’t accept. She asked that I stay on.

I decided that I should call and find out if the Stevie Danielle’s offer was still good. She said she was just about ready to fill the position, but she would still prefer me. I told her I was still interested and asked for another day to think about it.

I explained my situation to the manager, and she asked if she could change my mind, I told her no. This is a big deal for me. I hate disappointing people. I also hated telling Memphis to soar when I myself wasn’t even considering taking a step to do the same myself.

I walked out and grabbed my phone out of my bag, ready to call Stevie Danielle’s back when a message appeared.

Stevie was willing to give me an extra thousand-dollar bonus.

I messaged, asking if I could continue teaching my classes, and she responded immediately with yes.

Fate? I believe so.

I met with her assistant that evening and signed the confidentiality form after reading over my obligations. Four shows that were weekday, state fairs: New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Jersey. Expenses were paid, meals included.

I couldn’t talk to Memphis about it, because of the confidentiality form, but that was all right with me. I am going to get a taste of what traveling with a rock and roll band is like, even if it isn’t with Memphis. Then maybe, just maybe, it won’t scare me so much to admit that I would love to someday work side by side with the man I love.

I wasn’t lying when I told him the band had great stage presence, but it could always be better.

I wasn’t putting all my eggs in one basket, not at all. I was simply testing the waters.

***

It’s been over two weeks, and I have seen him once. We talked about the classes I have been teaching and his crazy schedule while at Tony’s for pizza again. He always wants to go there, and I thought it was because the road made him homesick, but he wasn’t even gone long. I worried about him. We kissed and cuddled in the car, though he seemed to be exhausted all the time.

I have stayed away from the band’s Twitter and other social media pages. I remember how it felt the first time, and now they were actually out there on their own and not fronting for someone else.

I honestly love working for Stevie. She is outrageous and the total opposite of me, and I am entertained all the time. She often asks about our private lives, but I never talk about Memphis. I got this gig based on my talent, and I will not use his name now nor in the future.

Shaunna is bass, Courtney acoustic, and Kellie plays the drums in the band. They are just as cool. They aren’t around a lot, but when they are, it’s a laugh a minute.

Cassy, Ivy, Joely, and Christi sing back up, while Christa, Liz, Dani, and I are the dance crew.

Cassy, Ivy, Joely, Christi, Liz, Dani, Christa, and I often work together.

I never really fit in anywhere when Madison wasn’t around, but here … Here feels good. I now understand why Memphis loves his career so much.

We are all packing our bags up and ready to leave when Sonya, Stevie’s assistant, comes in and hands us all an envelope.

Payday! Oh, how I love payday.

On my way to the dance studio, I send Memphis a message.

Tomorrow night? <3

I wait for his reply until it is past time to change into my ballet outfit.

The smiles, laughs, and dedication make everything better until it’s time to do our circle goodbye, and the last little, pink tutu scoots out the door.

I laugh as I change into shorts and a tank top. It’s hot and humid in New York City in the summer.

My life is busy, and I love my work and am dedicated to Memphis and my relationship, yet I have never been lonelier.

I gather my things and look one last time at my phone. Still no reply.

He’s busy, I keep reminding myself. It’s less than two weeks from his very first concert as a headline band, right here in New Jersey. My heart swells with pride, but it also aches, something I need to get used to, and for him I know I will.

I lock the studio door behind me and start walking to the train station. A year ago, I was here and scared out of my mind when walking alone, but now I know I am not alone in the city. There is a cop on every corner and dozens of people walking in the same direction I am.

I walk to 49^th Street to catch the N, taking in the lights and the people around me. My timing is perfect, and I get on the subway and find a seat with no one sitting on either side. In three minutes, I am at 34^th Street in Herald Square. From there, it takes one minute to catch the train back to Hoboken in less than fifteen minutes. After twenty-six minutes, I am off the train and walking the two blocks to my little apartment where I can soak my aching feet and shower off the day.

I walk into my apartment to find a note. Mom is anti-cell phone, so notes are a common thing to find on our little table.

I pick it up and read that she is with Susan, a woman from our church, at the hospital. Emergency appendectomy and she will be home in the morning.

I kick off my sneakers, and I’m pulling my hair out of the elastic band holding up the not so perfect ballet bun when a knock on the door startles me. I quickly walk over and peek through the hole.

Three locks later, I am ready to jump on Memphis when I notice him looking at me strangely and realize I am a complete mess.

“Rough day, sweet cheeks?” he asks as he hands me one single white rose.

“It was, but it just got better. Come in.” I step back. “Are you hungry?”

“Hungrier than Gandhi on day twenty-one.”

I laugh. “That’s hungry.”

I turn to walk to the refrigerator, and his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back.

“Tales.” His voice is deep and rough.

“Oh … oh … um, shower.”

“Perfect.”

Once I turn around, his eyes are penetrating me. I seriously feel them everywhere. He wants me as much as I want him.

He leans down and kisses me, a growl escaping his throat, and I feel him against me. I suck on his tongue the way I want to suck on him, and then I pull back slowly as I hook my thumbs in his waistband and feel the steel of his piercing twitch against my touch.

“Oh, wow.”

“I am going to fuck you so good, Tally.”

I can’t respond. The look of desire seems more intense than ever before.

“Once I’m in there again, I’m never coming out, you feel me?”

“Can’t wait to.” I scramble to unbutton his pants as he pulls my tank top over my head. I pulls his tank top off, and he immediately yanks my shorts and underwear down.

“Pill?”

“Shot.”

“Aw, fuck, Tales.”

“Please.” I have him in my hand, carefully stroking him up and down as he walks me backward to the bathroom.

“You miss me, Tales?”

“More than I can even—”

“Show me, Tales.” He reaches around me and starts the shower. “Stroke me harder.”

I squeeze him, and he rocks his hips into me.

“Fuck,” He hisses. I tighten my grip even more and feel the steel running through him. “Fuck!”

I want him so badly I set my foot on the side of the bathtub and rub him against me. He hisses, and I moan when he pushes against me, sliding up and down the lips of my vagina.

“You’re soaked, Tally. So fucking wet.” He nudges me, and his piercing hits my clit.

“Oh, yes.”

“Yeah, Tales.”

“Yeah, oh, yes.” I feel the metal of his dolphin piercing rub up and down me, and I push against it, trembling.

“Fuck.” He does it again, and I come from the friction alone.

He then lines himself up and pushes inside of me. I feel his heat, the metal, the pressure of his size. He reaches underneath my leg that’s still on the side of the tub and pushes slowly in.

“Easy,” I cry.

“Fuck, Tales, does it hurt?”

“Just different.”

“Sorry. Fuck, what was I thinking?” he says, starting to pull away.

“No! No, don’t pull out. Different isn’t bad, just different.” I wrap my leg around him and push against him.

“Better?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“I’ll rock you slow, Tales.” His hips circle, and then he pushes in a little. Circle and more, again and again, as he cups my breasts and kisses my neck. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says, and I do.

With one hand, he holds me, squeezing my ass. I feel his finger rubbing from the back side of my opening and around my back entry.

I open my eyes, trying to decide if I will tell him no, and then get completely lost in the reflection of his ass with my legs wrapped around him as the warm water cascades down his back.

OMG! His piercing isn’t the only thing that’s different. Forever Steel and… I look closer, an emerald. I can’t believe he did that. Wow, just wow. Absolutely beautiful.

The water changes course at each ripple of muscle and in the dimples above his very round, hard, muscular ass.

I begin to meet him, delicious thrust for delicious thrust, as I watch our entwined bodies in the mirror.

Beautiful, erotic, sensual, stimulating.

“I love you, Memphis,” I moan into his neck, still watching us.

“I love you, Tallia,” he growls.

“Right there?” I ask as I push into her, and she moans. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“More,” she begs.

I’m kneeling in front of her with her legs wrapped around me. I pull one leg up and rest it on my shoulder.

“No, no, no, no—”

“Okay, damn girl, the view from up here was fine, though.”

“Too much pressure.” She wraps her long, lean leg back around my waist as I hold her hip in my hands.

I lean down and suck hard on her left nipple, making her back arch. I keep sucking as I slowly lift her leg to put it back on my shoulder, and she opens her eyes.

“Really?” She laughs as she pulls it back down.

“Get out of your head, Tales. Just enjoy the feels, babe.”

We’ve been at it for hours, trying different positions with the new and improved steel. Some, she clearly likes better than others.

“I’m enjoying. Are you?” She sits up and wraps her legs securely around me as she grabs my face. “Tell me we can stay like this forever.”

“Do that again.” I smirk.

“What?”

“Sit up while you’re impaled.”

She kisses me. “See?” She leans back then sits up again. “Don’t even need a gym. I have you.”

“You’ve got me, all right, by the dick, by the balls …” She rolls her eyes. “By the heart and by the soul.”

That gains me a sweet, little look and some lip action. That lip action gains her missionary position with a happy ending had by all.

I flop on my back, panting while holding her hand as she does the same.

I glance over at the clock. “Tales, it’s fucking three in the morning,” I groan as I sit up.

“Don’t leave.”

I look back down at her, totally naked with marks from my mouth still on her tits. “I have to be at an interview at seven in the—”

“Please,” she whispers, closing her eyes.

“You do know the reason I can’t stay is because waking up with you in Miami was amazing, and I know damn well I won’t be able to leave this bed with you draped over me.”

“I promise to kick you out at six.”

“In three hours, Tales?”

“If you drive back to your place, it’ll give you even less time to sleep,” she argues, batting her lashes at me.

I stand up then lean down to kiss her. “I can’t fuck this up, Tales.”

“Fine,” she says, her lips popping out right before she rolls over.

Stake to the heart.

I walk around the bed and grab a quarter off the nightstand. “Flip for it?”

She opens her eyes and smiles. “Tails, you stay?”

“Sure.”

“Heads, I use my mouth as an alarm clock?”

“Shit, Tales.” I smile. “When did you get so naughty?” I say as I flip the coin.

“That time I stayed with a bunch of rock stars in Miami.” She smiles.

“I see.” I look down at the coin. “Ha, heads, I win.”

She giggles and scoots over. “Go to sleep.”

I lie down, and then I think about what just happened.

“Tales?”

“Yeah?”

“You just manipulated that coin toss to your benefit. Either way, I was gonna end up staying.”

She yawns and turns off the light. “It was mutually beneficial.”

I wake up to her hand on my cock and glance over. Five forty-five in the morning. I pretend to be asleep because I hate getting woken up, fucking hate it. Then her lips wrap around me, and suddenly I’m a morning person.

***

It’s two days before the show when I walk into Forever Four and realize I’m the only person here. I look at my phone to check the time. I’m an hour early.

Fuck.

I grab my phone and call Tallia. She answers, and I know damn well she went back to bed.

“Tales, you up?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I call bullshit.”

She giggles.

“Not funny, sweet cheeks. You did that shit on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Did what?”

“Woke me up early.”

“No, actually it wasn’t on purpose.”

“No? Then what was it?”

“A craving, I guess?”

“You guess?”

She yawns. “Uh-huh.”

“You know what they say about payback, right?”

“Yep, that if someone loves you, there is no such thing as—”

“No, it’s a bitch, Tales. That’s what they say. Payback is a bitch.”

“Be nice.”

“We’ll see.”

“Okay, well, you have a good day. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I hang up the phone and toss it on the couch then flop down beside it. I can’t sleep, though. My head is high on daily fuck sessions, a lot of overnights with Tales, and the high of two days from now when I’ll be standing on the stage. Just three months ago, we were an opening act, and now we are going to be the main fucking attraction.

I stand up and pace the floor for what must be an hour before the guys walk in behind Xavier.

“All right.” He claps his hands and rubs them together. “We have an announcement. Change in plans. Our opening act shit the bed, which caused a big fucking headache last night, but we pulled off one hell of a hat trick. You all remember Stevie Danielle? Kick ass rocker chick who didn’t get shit for attention she deserved because of her old man’s fucked-up career?”

“Yeah, her old man was a douchebag. Talented as fuck, but didn’t know how to take no for an answer,” River says, cracking open a Red Bull. “Four women came forward, claiming rape, and everyone rallied around him until she stepped up with missing security footage from their Beverly Hills house. Yeah, who the hell doesn’t know the story? She got shunned by the industry as a whole.”

“Well, she’s gonna open for STD, and—”

“X-man, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, feeling my head start to spin.

“I disagree.” Taelyn walks in, throwing a file on the table. “Your band’s name pegs you as a bunch of irresponsible hot boys in tight pants who want to ‘spread around your disease’.” She air quotes the hell out of it. “She has a huge following in the women’s liberation community, and if they will rally behind you, you’ll sell more tickets so we can get the rest of this year booked up.”

“I still don’t like it,” Finn says nervously.

“No? If we sell out ten more stadiums, you’ll each walk away with about seven hundred fifty thousand dollars in income. If we sell out twenty, everyone’s gonna follow suit, and you double that.”

“I think it’s a terrific idea.” River laughs. “Millionaires, can you imagine what—”

“Now it’s an even worse idea,” Finn grumbles. “You’ll end up so fucked up—”

“He’ll be fine,” Billy says then gives Finn a nasty-ass glare.

“X, you should know something about Stevie Danielle.”

He gives me a look like spill it.

“I fucked her,” Finn confesses. “Seven years ago, I fucked the chick, and I wasn’t even legal. I don’t want that bitch around.”

“She violated you?” Taelyn gasped.

“Fuck no. I violated the hell out of her and her ass, but—”

“All right!” Xavier yells, pointing a finger at Finn. “Watch your tone with my wife.”

“Xavier Steel.” Taelyn laughs loudly. “You are all about violating—”

“Irish, don’t you even go there,” he warns her

Finn stands up and walks to the door. “She’s a fucking cunt.”

River gasps and looks at Taelyn, and she starts laughing and throws her hands in the air. “Did I lose my honorary brass balls over night? Stop acting like I’m made of glass, guys.”

“I’m gonna have to say I am on Finn’s side here,” I say louder this time because my opinion doesn’t seem to matter right now.

“Why? Because she’s a cunt?” Taelyn laughs.

“Irish, you shouldn’t say shit like that.” Xavier looks at her sternly.

She smirks.

“Okay, remember when I went to the woodshed in Tampa?” I say a little too loudly, and they all look at me. “I came back with “Bang Bang”?”

Finn walks back in, leans against the door jamb, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You fucked her, too?”

“I didn’t just fuck her; I violated every orifice that woman had. I don’t trust this one fucking bit. She’s fucked two of us.”

“Every orifice?” River asks inquisitively. Finn and I both nod. “Well, hell, I say keep her. I’d like to test those waters, too.”

“Keep your dicks in your pants, and it’ll be fine.” He hits a few keys on the keyboard. “Her assistant, Sonya, is driving sales.” He turns the monitors to face us. “Social media marketing at its finest. We do the show, and you four behave. We are respectful, and we walk away after it’s all done with. I’m not one to ever cry boss, but today I am. Suck it up, and fuck it up, and then it’s off to Texas.” Xavier smirks.

I get in the Escalade, and Finn, River, and Billy jump in. Then I send Tales a message.

Gonna need some down time for a couple days to get prepped for the concert. You good with that?

As long as I get you after the show. <3