Текст книги "Memphis Black"
Автор книги: M. J. Fields
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“Step out?”
“Yeah, Tales, yeah.” I step out, slow and easy, all sorts of turned on.
She leans back on her heels and folds my jeans, before pushing herself up on her knees and setting them on the counter. Then she turns and looks up at me, swallows hard, and her eyes … Her fucking eyes are illuminated with want and desire.
“I’m just gonna …” she says, hooking her little fingers on the waistband at my hips and slowly pulling them down. My dick is hard and centimeters from her face. “Step out,” she says, then clears her throat. She leans back and folds them before setting them on my jeans.
Her folding the clothes is like a slow seduction, and if that was the intention, it fucking worked. I hope this is leading where I think it is. I never wanted any woman more.
She pushes herself up on her knees, closes her eyes, and takes in a big breath of courage before she licks her lips then leans forward, placing her hands flat on my abs.
“You’ve complimented me so many times over the past few days, and I don’t know if I have once told you, with every defense I have down, how amazing you look or how much you make me feel.”
“Tales,” I say, gripping the base of my dick and rubbing her cheek with its head. “Don’t tell me; show me.” I want her mouth on me so fucking bad, and I know damn well she wants that too. No. Fucking. Doubt.
“I plan on it.” She leans forward and licks me from tip to base.
“That’s it, Tales. Show me more,” I growl.
She opens her mouth and gently places her lips around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” Hallelujah.
She moves up and down slowly as her nails dig into my flesh. She then looks up, seeking approval.
“Perfect, Tallia. Absolutely perfect, babe.”
She closes her eyes as she moves up and down on me a little faster, her tongue swirling. She sucks and takes me deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck yeah.”
Tales places her hand over mine, and together, we pump my dick as she sucks and licks. She finds a rhythm, so I take my hand away as she pumps my cock all on her own. She moans and licks me, her other hand cupping my sac and giving it a tug.
I immediately feel the heat, the burn, the pull. Not fucking yet, I tell myself.
She takes me a little too deep and gags a little.
“Easy, babe. Don’t hurt yourself.”
She pulls her mouth off me and lifts my dick so it points up, and then she licks me from sac to tip over and over.
She has saliva pooling in the corner of her mouth, and I am so fucking turned on by how raw she is with me right now.
Her mouth covers my cock, and she whimpers as her strokes become faster while she sucks harder.
“Babe, I’m gonna come.”
She looks up at me, eyes watering, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and nearly all of it in her mouth. She sucks, licks, and pumps.
“Fuck!” I roar as I rapid fire my come in her mouth. “Fuck, Tales, fuck. That was … Fuck!”
I pull her face to my thigh and praise her the only way I can right now, because the words aren’t coming. I pet her hair—her soft, wavy, deep brown hair—as I try to catch my breath after the most powerful sexual experience of my life.
How the fuck do you recover from that?
I want to scoot under the vanity and hide.
I’m embarrassed at what I just did … needed to do.
I think I did well. I think.
“Can you let go of my leg and stand up now?” His voice is thick, husky, the way it gets when we are near, and good Lord, we have just been intimately near.
“Not yet,” I say honestly.
“Tales, up now.” There is a command in his voice, and for some reason, I like it.
I stand up, yet I can’t look at him.
“My cock was in your mouth, and you were showing me Emerald City, but you can’t now, Tales? Come on, shit just got real here, and I won’t let you hide from me.” He pulls the back of my hair, making me look up. “That was incredible. Amazing. Fuck, Tales, incred-amaze. Is that a word?”
I shake my head as he pulls me to him firmly. “I owed you.”
“Is this a competition? Please say yes,” he teases.
He releases my head, then spreads his hand across my ass. Then, with one hand, he lifts, and I squeal until he sets me on the vanity.
“Batter up!” He drops to his knees, pushes my skirt up, and spreads my legs.
“What are you …? Oh, God!”
His mouth covers my panties. I feel his tongue moving up and down the fabric, and I am unraveling … reeling. If I am dying, I will take it now.
“Oh, Memphis.” I grip the edge of the counter and fall back slightly.
I feel a tug and hear a rip.
“Fucking hate those things.”
He pushes his tongue into me, and I try to scoot back, but he captures my knee and lifts my leg over his shoulder. “Stays there,” he growls as his tongue pushes in again.
“Don’t think I—”
“Don’t think, Tales. Feel.” I feel him shoving something—his finger—inside me, and he hisses as he looks up, while still licking and sucking around my clit. “Mmm,” he moans, and the vibration causes me to buck.
“Oh, don’t, don’t …” I beg.
Mischief and desire dance in his eyes, and he does it again and again and again until I crumple apart.
He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He is sucking me and using his fingers, and … I look down to see he is watching me fall apart … again.
“Water,” I pant. “Memphis …”
“Mmm,” his mouth vibrates against me again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but … Oh, God,” I cry again, this time less forcefully, because he is sucking the little force I have left out of me … with his mouth.
He sits back and licks his lips, smiling a cocky little smile as I try to get my ultra-relaxed muscles working again.
“Sweet cheeks?”
“Huh?” As I open my eyes, he is looking over at the massive Jacuzzi tub.
“You wanna turn that off?” He smirks, lowering my leg, then standing.
“Oh … hell.” I jump up and scurry over, turning the water off.
I feel his hand on my hip and the soft covering of his wrapped arm on the other. “Don’t. Move.”
“Memphis …” I begin to object.
“Sweet Jesus, Tallia, your ass is so, like, POW!” he grumbles.
“Can I move now?” My voice hitches as his hand cups me between my legs.
“Uh-huh.” He pushes my skirt up, and then I feel his lips touch my bare behind. He growls.
Either he’s hungry, or he’s hungry.
“Any chance you’re on the pill?” his voice rasps as his finger runs between my legs, causing me to tremble.
“No.”
“Any chance you’ll consider it?”
“Doesn’t work that way,” I moan, arching into his touch.
“What way is that?” He kisses me again.
“Not instant—oh, God.”
“Not looking for instant, Tales. Looking forward and behind.” He nips my butt cheek, a low chuckle escaping his throat.
“But—”
“I love yours,” he says, nipping it again. “And before you say a damn thing, this thing, the you-on-your-knees thing, the my-face-between-your-thighs thing, the your-perfect-ass-bent-over-in-front-of-me thing—that’s gonna happen again and again and—”
I stand up and turn to give him a soft dose of reality. However, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me relentlessly. When he finally pulls back, leaving me wanting more, I look up at him as tears sting my eyes.
“It’s not realistic. You’re touring.”
“You’re schooling.”
I flinch when he mentions school.
“Spill it, Tales.”
I shake my head. “Everything’s fi—”
“You are an easy read, Tales.” He cups the side of my face.
“How so?” I hold my hand against his.
“I’m not going to give away all my secrets,”– he smirks as his eyes rake down my body—“but your body talks. Your eyes, Tales… They talk and I’m listening, so spill it.”
I pull my hand away, “You can’t tell Madison. You just can’t, okay?”
“I’m thinking, after the past few days, she kind of has an idea.”
I shake my head as I fist my hair in my hands. “I’m not going back to Julliard. I’m not, and it’s totally okay. I mean, things just weren’t meant to be. It’s perfectly fine, and—
“It’s your dream, Tales. Hell, my mom knew that when you were—”
“You need to just stop talking and get into the bath. I won’t …” He grabs me and hugs me. “It was a foolish dream,” I whisper, “and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tales, I’ve seen you dance. I know you’re amazing, so whatever they said that made you decide not to go back—”
I pull back, needing distance, needing a change in subject.
“Bath. Please, Memphis. I’ve made up my mind, and I won’t be returning.”
“Tales …” He uses that tone that all those people at my dad’s funeral used.
“Don’t. Just … go.” I point to the tub, and he steps in, holding his hand up as if to retreat. “Thank you.”
“Join me,” he says, resting his elbow on the side of the tub.
“Your mom, your sister, your—”
“Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He is staring at my mouth, and I’ve read enough Cosmo to know what to expect after sexual intimacy. He’s feeling the afterglow, but heck, so am I.
“Do you need anything more?”
His eyebrow shoots up. “What are you offering?”
I cover my face and laugh.
He grabs my skirt and pulls me toward him. “Just sit for a minute, okay? Just sit here and don’t think, Tales. Just—”
“You’re beautiful, too,” I say, shaking my head from side to side.
“I like that you think so.”
“You make me laugh, like a lot.”
“And come,” he says. I uncover my face and roll my eyes. “A lot.”
“I am so sorry about all this stuff—the past couple days, your dad … and all those horrible things that happened to you.”
“It got me sympathy dome from Tallia Annabelle Priest.” He winks.
I now know what dome means.
“She also stuck by me when I was a dick, lying out in the hospital—”
“And endured your sexual harassment for days,” I add.
“And is still sitting here now.”
I look into his eyes as he looks into mine.
“You’re in pain.”
“So are you. I’m so pissed at my father, Tales. So fucking pissed. But you, well, you lost yours and I—”
“I’m pissed at him, too,” escapes my mouth.
“Why?”
“I didn’t mean to say—”
“But you did, Tales, so tell me.”
“You just got out of the hospital. You just—”
“Look, Tales, I’m gonna tell you a little secret about men, okay?” I nod. “After a blow job, ending the way the one you gave me did, a man is on cloud ninety-nine for a good half hour. I’ll be pissed off soon enough, so right now,” he pauses and smirks, “you should suck it up, okay? Talk to me.”
I don’t want to say any more, so I lean down and kiss him.
“I’m going now. Remember, Mads doesn’t get to be part of this” —I motion between us—“thing, okay?”
“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes and leans back.
I stand up and walk out, saying, “Text me if you need me.”
“I plan on it.”
***
After helping with dinner preparation, I decide to give Madison, Memphis, and their mom some time alone. I go into the guest room, lie back on the bed, and look at my new phone. I’m not going to lie and say I hate it, because I don’t. I love it.
I have a message from Jane, my school roommate, one of the few numbers I recognize. I click on the green app and it opens.
Are you in Florida?
Yep. How are you?
I type out.
Are u prego?
Holy cow! What?
NO
! What are you talking about?
STD lead singer? You and him. I swear it was you in the picture on Twitter.
No. Memphis is my best friend’s brother, and
NO
. Still no.
Maybe you should get that way. He’s hot!
I don’t reply. I do get on Twitter and search Memphis.
@thelocofamily tweets @stdrock1 MB, she’s not your type. #rockmebaby #foreversteel
@clofton1 tweets @stdrock1 MB #rockerbabyonboard gimme 1! #foreversteel
@m_migliaccio tweets @stdrock1 MB, is she even from #jerseyshore?! #foreversteel
@ TE1998 tweets @stdrock1 MB, you + me = screaming O, not screaming baby. #foreversteel
@michelledrew962 tweets @stdrock1 MB, I’ll rock you regardless! #foreversteel
Pregnant! Dear Lord. Memphis, you ass! Thank God my mother doesn’t have Twitter. I wonder if his mom does.
I keep reading through the feed.
@nikkirives1 tweets @stdrock1 MB, YOU ARE SO NOT @ZacEfron … but you are hot. I’d swallow. #foreversteel
@triciaann322 replies under the thread
@stdrock1 MB, even hotter than him. I’d try anal. #callme #foreversteel
@mischellyb tweets @stdrock1 MB, my pussy, ur face.
@lita08 tweets @stdrock1 MB, saw you at LIV. #yourockedhisface Get well dome <3 #foreversteel
@Jeana05816262 tweets @stdrock1 MB, #getwelldome hahahahaha #imin #foreversteel
@DannielleJeffer tweets @stdrock1 MB, Get well <3 #foreversteel
@ ttantonelli tweets @stdrock1 MB, is the news true? If yes, give me one night before baby. #justonenight #foreversteel
The bedroom door opens and Memphis walks in, locking it behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“The guys convinced Mom and Mads to go out on the boat.” He smirks. “I just took a pill, so I was gonna try to convince you to do a little—”
I hold up the phone. “Do you know what they’re saying?” That makes him stop.
“Who?”
“Your gaggle of groupies on social media.”
He sits down next to me. “Haven’t been on since you got here.” He runs his hand through his hair before he takes the phone and looks at it, “Oh, wow, I’m having a baby, and I am hotter than Zac Efron. Not bad.” He laughs. “No pictures, that’s a plus if that’s what you’re worried about it.”
I take it and scroll through. “At jamiesexton1 posted a picture … of her panties.” I shake my head. “She says ‘no STDs, but my panties are soaked’.”
“Is that so?” He laughs.
“And @lizziestevens wants four STDs at once.”
“She’s not fucking around, huh? Just going for it.” He takes the phone and throws it on the bed, then kisses me.
Soft, wet, and urgent lips cover mine. He sucks on my lower lip, then runs his tongue across mine.
“I’m not gonna try to fuck you, Tales,” he says as he holds my bottom lip between his teeth. “Just wanna do some of this and talk.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan.
He pushes against me with his chest so I am lying down on my back, and he is holding himself up with one arm.
After he explores my mouth with his tongue and ignites that part of me that only he has, I pull back and push against his chest.
“How about you lie down?”
His eyes are dopey and his smile is sloppy, but he is beautiful and makes me—for the first time in my life—feel that I am, too.
“You think you can keep me down?”
“Wouldn’t want to.” I kiss him as I turn him so he is the one lying down.
“No?” I shake my head from side to side. “Why not, sweet cheeks? I wanna keep you down.”
I smile. “I wouldn’t mind it for twenty minutes or so.”
His hand covers his chest. “Wow.”
I grin, thinking I just pulled off some naughty talk and he laughs.
“Tales, twenty minutes is for teenage boys and married men if their wives are lucky. I gotta come at least once and get my cardio in. Forty-five minute minimum for this ride.”
“Is that so?” I laugh as I lie across his chest.
“It is. I swear. Scouts honor and all that good stuff. You wanna try it out?”
“I do, but I think you have about ten minutes in you before you fall asleep.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m feeling tired as fuck.”
“Then go to sleep.”
He looks at me more seriously now, fighting to stay awake. “I really, really like you, Tales.”
“I really, really like you, too.”
“I really do, though. I’m not kidding around.” His eyes close for a minute, and I see him fighting sleep before he half opens his eyes and smiles. “Emerald City. I wanna live there, you know.”
“Yeah, I kind of like Care-a-lot better.”
“I care-a-lot about you, Tales. Never hurt you.” His eyes close. “Never.”
I watch him sleep for a long time. I just lie with my head on his chest and watch him.
I would pinch myself, but I know it’s not a dream. I know, when I leave here, he is going on tour with all those … women, like … I grab my phone and look at Twitter. @lauriesuz, @rhik1986, @pitjada, @harleygirl105, @daydeamin_nerd, @mamabear824, @melissaq824 @TiltheLastpage, @NEPatriots4ever,@AmyD159, @xsandyra, @momsnaughtyplay, @Fallowill79, @mambrum78, @hwngirl109, @tcoleman1210, @richellgg, @CasBraithwaite, @rholub1, @melissagratton1, @ajsbookreviews…
I can’t keep looking at all the women’s tweets, women who would do anything—including seducing a sexy, talented, half-drugged, and injured rock star by giving him oral sex in a Miami mansion—to try to gain his attention and affections. All those women who … are just like me.
I could never compete.
Not ever.
He groans and moves beneath me. I am sure I am making him uncomfortable. Even though I would like to stay like this for as long as I possibly can, I move so he can rest and recover because Memphis Black is about to become a rock legend of epic proportions.
My eyes travel down his body and I sigh. Definitely epic proportions.
I take my phone and click on the mail icon, trying to distract myself. I enter my email information, log in, and find thirty-eight emails. One is in response to an ad I answered. The subject reads, ‘When can you start?’
I read through the message and smile. It’s a paid gig, twelve weeks dancing with a traveling dance company. They also offer me an instructor position at one of their schools when the tour is over. The more students I have, the more I make.
I keep reading and see that they are very impressed with the fact that I attended Julliard and offer me a thirty thousand dollar a year position with health care and the possibility of retirement, should they decide to keep me past the six month mark.
I respond immediately since the email was dated three days ago.
With thirty thousand dollars, I can afford to get a bigger apartment for my mother and me as long as I ride the train into the city every day, and I will. I will do it because I take responsibility for my actions, even if I can’t ever divulge my darkest secret, my biggest sin.
I wake up, seeing Mads looking at me funny, and not funny as in ha, ha either. She looks kind of pissed. I look around for Tally, who is curled up at the foot of the bed in a little ball, sound asleep. Crap, I fell asleep in their room.
“Don’t be like him, Memphis,” Madison says quietly.
“Huh?”
“Like Dad.”
“You serious right now, Mads?” I’m beyond pissed right now and in some serious fucking pain. Then I sit up quietly and shake the urge to pat POW! She’s got to be drained, too.
Mads puts her finger over her lips, telling me to be quiet and nods to the door.
Begrudgingly, I walk out and stop when she walks out the door.
“Why was the door locked?” She sneers.
“How the hell do I know?” I ask.
“She deserves more. She is kind and—”
“Why don’t you just ask me what it is you’ve already got concocted up in that head, Mads?”
“Have you slept with her?” she spits out.
“You know we’ve slept together. She’s in there now, sleeping,” I emphasize the word sleeping.
“You know what I mean, Memphis,” she says in an angry, yet sad tone. “Did you fuck Tally?”
“No.” She looks at me like I’m full of shit. “Never been a liar, Madison, and again, no, I haven’t fucked, banged, stuck my dick in her—”
“Fine,” she says, shaking her head. “Now answer one more question.”
“Then you’ll leave me alone about it, Mads. Not another word, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Then shoot.”
“Do you wanna?”
“Fuck, yes,” I say without hesitation. “She’s beautiful and good and—”
“She’s good; don’t forget that.”
“Never could. Now how about you answer me a question?”
“Shoot,” she throws my word back at me.
“Which one of my band mates do you wanna fuck?”
“Every single one of them.” There is no hesitation in her answer, and it’s like a knife to the gut. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the honest answer to, Memphis.”
“Lose the ’tude, Gertrude. I am warning you now: you fuck one and I am going through your high school yearbook and banging every bitch in it.” I grab the back of her head, pull it toward me, and give her a loud, sloppy kiss because I know she hates it. Then I walk away.
“Pig.”
“Oink, oink, Mads. Oink fucking oink,” I say as I think, just like Dad. “Now feed me. I’m fucking starving.”
I walk around the corner, where Mom eyes me suspiciously. “Good evening, beautiful lady.” I give her a one-armed hug and kiss her cheek.
“Did you have a nice nap?” she asks, giving me the mom eye. It’s like the stink eye, but for moms.
“Yes. And, Mom, I’m not banging Tales.”
“Sit and eat,” she says, wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. “No more talk like that, and be nice to your sister.”
“She started it.” I know I’m whining, and when I hear snickering and look over, I see the entire band trying not to laugh. “Mind your business.”
Tales is quiet when she and Madison walk out. She’s even more off than she was before. I promised I wouldn’t say anything to Madison, but I hoped she would. Girls need to talk to each other and shit.
After dinner, I get another pill, which makes me really tired immediately. When no one is looking, Tales sets a bottle of water beside me, not just once, but three times. I give her a wink. She looks around to make sure no one sees it, and then we go about our business.
Our business is kind of boring in all actuality. Finn is spending most of his time hunched over a notebook, writing, and Billy is playing guitar. He’s not bad at it, either. River—well, River is like a little cockroach. He scurries away when Mom walks in a room, like she’s a damn burst of light, and trust me, she’s not. She is all gloom and doom, and when I get ahold of that motherfucker, he’s gonna see darkness for sure. Mads and Tales talk. Well, Mads talks; Tales interjects once in a while. As much as I strain to hear what is being said, I can’t. Then I fall asleep.
***
I wake up in my room, where Tales is standing beside the bed, looking at me.
“You taking a walk again, Tallia?”
She shakes her head and pulls her nightshirt over her head.
“You know what you’re asking for?” I ask as my dick hardens immediately.
She nods and drops her shorts.
“Say something so I know for damn sure you’re awake, sweet cheeks.”
With her voice full of desire, she asks, “Do you have a condom?”
“Would it offend you if I said I had enough to last for a long fucking time?”
She shakes her head, crawling up onto the foot of the bed as I reach over and grab a condom out of the nightstand.
I rip it open with my teeth and roll it on.
“You sleep naked all the time?” she asks as she straddles my thighs.
“Only when I know there is something I want that wants me as badly.”
“Right,” she says as she reaches up and takes me in her hands.
“This isn’t how I wanna rock with you, Tales. I want a little more control.”
“You want me to stop?” she asks as she strokes me.
Teasing, taunting, and not at all the Tally I knew growing up, but she is not a kid anymore. She is all woman.
I sit up and grab her hair, tugging it so Emerald City is shining in the moonlight coming through the window. I kiss her, lick her, and like always, she tastes addictive, more so every time.
I let go of her hair in favor of gripping her ass and pulling her up against me. “My show, Tales. I’m gonna rock you my way.”
“Please,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, and then her hands fist in my hair.
I love and hate this. I want her on her back. I want her on the wall. I want her ass in both my fucking hands. Right now, though, I’ll take her any way I can get her.
I reach between us and rub my cock against her hot, soaked opening and push in.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Fuck fuckity fucking shit, you’re tight, Tally. So fucking tight.”
She doesn’t say anything, only bites my shoulder as I push in more. “Fuck, I need like a shoehorn or some motherfucking—”
“More,” she says, and hell yes, I give her more.
Her body shakes as she bites down harder.
“Sweet cheeks, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re soaked, I wrapped, and—”
“More,” she growls at me.
I push in farther, then reach between us and play with her clit. She pushes against me and whimpers.
“Memphis, please just—”
I grip her ass, flip her over, and I know I am smashing her into the sheets until I can get my good arm to hold my weight.
“Three, two …” I can’t take it anymore. I want in, and I take it.
She cries out my name as if singing praises to the stars.
“You okay?”
“No. God, it’s … it’s …”
“Yours, Tales.” I roll my hips, stretching her because she is so tight I am ready to burst from days of need and the pressure. “Relax, sweet cheeks. Feel; don’t think.”
I’m fucking this up. She is inexperienced, and the only foreplay I performed was this afternoon.
I roll to my side and bring her leg over my hip. “Sorry.” I kiss her neck, her cheeks, and then her mouth. I suck on her tongue, reaching around to grip her ass. I spread her wide, and thank fuck she’s flexible. I rub my finger around the back entrance of her pussy, and she moans.
“Good, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She kisses me now, sucking my tongue like she did my cock earlier.
I grip her ass and guide it back and forth slowly, making sure not to give her too much or too little. Her muscles inside relax as I begin to thrust in and out, taking her further when I feel she’s ready.
“That’s so fucking good, Tallia. So. Fucking. Good.” My dick is now sliding in and out easily as I fuck her slowly, but still give it to her hard.
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, yes.”
I love the sounds she makes when I am almost all the way in. It’s like I am stealing her breath.
“Take me how you want me, Memphis. I want you to.”
“I’ll take it just like this. Fuck, Tales, my jam is usually harder, faster, but this, this is fucking heaven. I am inside the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever feel. You … Fuck, Tales, you are the closest thing to—”
“Oh, God.”
I feel her walls contract and squeeze me.
“Come for me, Tales. Come for me now and then do it again.”
We rock, we sway, we stop, we kiss, and then we start all over again.
“I don’t ever want out. I’m in so deep, I don’t ever want out.”
Gently, she pushes me so I roll to my back, and she follows, my dick never leaving her. I have one hand behind me, resting on a pillow, and the other spreading her so I can see her tight, little pussy milking my cock.
I run my thumb between her folds and press her little, pink clit. She whimpers, so I do it again and again. Each time, she rides me harder and faster until she is finally exhausted. Then she leans down, and I cup her perfect little B cups and bounce her up and down. I pinch her nipple, and she grips my hand with both of hers, holding on as she falls apart on top of me.
“Can’t hold back when you’re riding me like that, Tales,” I warn her. “I’m gonna come, Tales.”
“Me, too,” she pants. “Oh, God, again.”
My cock twitches, and I grunt as the force of my orgasm sends aftershocks through her. “Fuck. Oh, yeah, fuck!”
I slowly bring her down onto me. She lies there, head to chest, bodies moist with sweat, and panting like we just ran a 5K.
“Best I ever had, Tales.” If I had a gold star to give her I would.
“You, too,” she pants.
After a few minutes, she tries to sit up, but I hold her down.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, just stay right like that,” I don’t want her to leave.
“Okay.”
***
I wake up to pain and an empty bed. She wore my ass out, and I liked it. She gave me the pill Mom left on my nightstand after round two. Either she was too exhausted to deal with me or she knew I was in pain before I did. Either way, I had Tallia Annabelle Priest for two rounds, the second even better than the first. And right now, I am waiting for round three. Maybe the boys will take Mom and Madison out on the boat again.
I grab my phone and shoot her a text.
Good morning, sweet cheeks. When can you come back in here? I miss your ass already.
Then I put a flower emoji and hit send.
I hear a phone sound off, sit up, and look across the bed. Her phone is on my nightstand.
I laugh because I now have even more confirmation that I indeed fucked her brains out last night.
I get up and decide to take a shower, secretly hoping she comes in to get her phone and decides to join me.
After the disappointing shower, I walk out into the great room where Mom is sitting on the couch.
“No, I don’t want to discuss it. The kids know, Dale. I won’t pretend anymore, okay?” I hear him yelling and want to tear his head off, but Mom is being so strong. “Well, I’m pretty sure our son and Tally have something going on.” His voice is loud again; however, I can’t hear a damn thing he’s saying. “Really, Dale? Is that all you care about, you self-centered, self-indulgent, prick? You know what? Screw you. You go right ahead and live whatever way you want. I’ll continue taking care of the two people who matter the most to me.” I hear him cut her off. “I’m done lying for you. You made your bed; now lie in it.” She hangs up, then pulls her knees up and hugs them as she cries softly into them.
“Mom?” She jumps at my voice and looks up, startled. “You okay?”
“Sorry you had to hear that.”
“No, I’m sorry you’re going through this.” I sit next to her on her right and wrap my arm around her, hugging her. “Fuck him. He never believed in me, anyway. I will take care of all of us, you understand?”
“I’m your mom; it’s my job to take care of—”
“You take care of you. I’ve got the rest. Things are changing. I’ve got us now.”
We sit for a while, and as much as I want to tear Dad’s head the fuck off for doing this to her, I want more to become the man she raised. And she didn’t raise a fucking piece of shit. She raised me.
“Morning,” Madison says as she walks out and looks around.
“I’m gonna have breakfast delivered.” I grab the phone from my pocket and dial the staff number. “Morning, sunshine,” I greet over the phone. “How about breakfast for seven? Starving—”
“Six,” Madison whispers.
“Yes, seven.” I look at Mads, wondering how the hell she graduated when she can’t add for shit.
“Tally left this morning, so six,” she says, rubbing her eyes.
“Ha, ha. Very—”
“She did,” Mom whispers. “She didn’t tell you?”
“Six,” I say with more of a bite than intended. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I hang up and try to take slow breaths, count some fucking stars, look off into the distance, anything that will calm me down, but I am pissed.
“Are you pissed?” Madison looks a bit shocked.
I shake my head. “Just think it’s odd she didn’t say goodbye.”
Mads yawns. “She didn’t want to wake you.”
“She left her phone,” I say, knowing it comes off pissy.
“You also know how she hates to feel like a charity case.”
“Why the hell would she feel like a charity case? And is she that fucking stupid that she’d travel without a fucking phone? She’s a fucking girl, by herself, no phone and—”
“She grabbed one of those pre-pays on the way. Chill out.”
Chill out? Are you fucking kidding me? Chill out?
This is what devastation feels like; this is how Tally makes me feel and how I feel for her. This is how you’re supposed to feel, and those other women meant nothing.
