Broken Memphis (12 page)

"Really?" I ask, surprised by her certainty.

"You were so F U C K I N G sexy in that white tee. My fingers F U C K I N G tingled all through dinner from wanting to touch you."

"I suspect you got F U C K I N G on the mind with all your spelling there, baby."

"Once she tires out, I'll stop spelling."

My gaze roams her body, stopping at her plump tits under her striped shirt. I imagine popping the latches on her bra and freeing her soft flesh into my hands. In my mind, I hear Bebe's breathing shift as I tug at her nipples. I picture her eyes closing the way they did the night before. I want to see her come apart again tonight and tomorrow and every day.

When I think of never being with anyone else though, my gut tenses. No blondes or redheads. No skinny chicks with small boobs. No loud girls with drinking problems. No psychos who bite my dick.
Am I really ready to follow Ford's lead and give up all other pussy?

Even with no pressure from Bebe, I feel suffocated. She wants too much. She comes with too much baggage. I have my baggage too.
How the hell am I supposed to handle more?
Fuck if I'm ready to juggle a bigger family. I can barely see Shay every day without wanting to be an asshole.

"What's wrong?" Bebe asks, leaning away from me.

"Nothing."

"You're grumpy now."

"I'm not used to all this pressure."

Nodding, Bebe caresses my forehead and brushes away the long hairs.

"Do you want me to give you space tonight?"

I narrow my eyes at her, and Bebe stares back innocently. We sit this way for a few minutes before Lula changes positions on the ground. Our gazes focus on her staring at the tree then back at each other.

"I don't want you to feel trapped," Bebe says.

Taking her hand, I rest it on my cock. "Withholding sex is a low move."

"I'm not withholding anything. I'll do you quick then ditch you downstairs and get the entire bed to myself. That's a win for me, Pax."

"Huh, I get me some nookie then kick you out of bed? Works for me too."

Pulling away her hand, Bebe narrows her eyes at me. "Well, if you're going to be an A S S H O L E then I'll satisfy myself with memories of when you were S E X Y and sweet."

I lean over and kiss her quick. Smiling at her frown, I take her hands in mine.

"Satisfy yourself, huh? Man, I want to see that."

"So now I need to get both of us off?"

"I'll help," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. "I promise to help and help and help until you beg me to stop with all the helping."

Bebe finally smiles. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. I get cranky is all. Work shit mostly, but I'm not used to being civilized so much. It's a lot of work."

Bebe falls over laughing. I roll my eyes since I wasn't kidding. I've cut my cussing frequency by half, but where is my damn credit? Lula glances back at her laughing mom then laughs too. Man, when that kid looks at her mom with such love, my heart breaks thinking they ever suffered for even a minute. No, not really breaks my heart. More like sends me into a rage that only killing a few assholes will fix.

Eventually, Lula can't stare at the tree any longer. While Bebe reads a book to the kid on the couch, I get her surprise ready. By the time they walk into the bedroom, the fifteen inch white Christmas tree is lit up with pink lights.

A tired Lula cries and laughs. Then she changes the side her pillow rests on, so she can see the tree.

"It's plastic, so you can keep it in here all year like a nightlight," I say while Bebe wipes tears from her own cheeks.

Girls are weird with all their crying, but I like how they're happy. Lucky once said making his family happy was more important than winning a fight or making money. If he didn't do right by them, he was a loser no matter what else he accomplished. I remember rolling my eyes when he announced that, but I never forgot.

As soon as Lula is asleep, Bebe takes off running downstairs to my room where she strips down to her bra and panties.

"You did good," she says, breathing so fast her tits rise and fall seductively.

"I like when you worship me."

Bebe walks slowly to me and kneels down. "I'm going to reward you now."

"Not so fast. I want you to beg for it."

Bebe nuzzles her face against the crotch of my jeans. "Please let me suck your cock," she murmurs.

I think to say something smartass, but Bebe licks at the zipper, and my cock twitches angrily.
Why do I have it jailed in my jeans?

"You are perfect."

Bebe grins then sucks at my balls through my jeans.

"Fuck," I growl, struggling with my jeans. "Why can't I unbutton this?"

Laughing at me, Bebe pops the button and unzips. While she tugs down my jeans and boxers, her lips suck at the now uncovered flesh.

Once I'm buck naked in front of her, Bebe takes my hard cock at the base then leans forward to lick the head. She pauses and stares up at me.

"Beg for it," she says, and I growl my response. Laughing, she sighs. "You better make me feel good later."

"I will. Now please shut up and suck me."

"Please?" she snorts. "What a pussy."

Before I can respond, she runs her tongue along the underbelly of my cock and leaves me groaning. The pleasure is so intense, yet I get a weird feeling about where her mind is going.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, pulling my cock from her lips.

"My taxes. What do you think I'm thinking about?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

"I'm thinking what I always think when I have a giant cock in my mouth. Cocks aren't food. Don't bite cock. Don't chew cock. Don't make this bitch cry."

"Funny," I say as my fingers stroke her soft cheek. "I don't want you thinking of anyone else."

Wolfman is a loser, but he made a child with Bebe. I can't tolerate even a tiny part of her heart belonging to him.

Staring into my eyes, Bebe says with full sincerity, "You're all I see."

Regaining control, Bebe sucks at the head before sliding her tongue along the length of me. I can't think beyond struggling to remain on my feet. She sucks me to the point where I'm ready to let go. Sensing I'm close, Bebe slows down to keep me from coming. Over and over, she teases me nearly to the point of no return before backing off. When she finally takes me over the edge, I nearly pass out from the pleasure.

After licking the final drop from me, Bebe stands up and smiles. "Paxton Reed, your turn."

I lift her off the ground and wrap her legs around my waist. I plan to suck and fuck this woman until she's ruined for all other men. Sensing what's coming, Bebe claps her hands. Her excitement acts as a starting pistol for a long, wild night.

21

Pax

You Have the Right

Date night leaves Bebe stressed and feeling guilty for leaving Lula overnight with Darby. Shay promises her brothers will keep the little girl entertained. Even nodding, Bebe's nearly crying when she says goodbye to Lula.

City by Night is packed when we arrive, and Bebe refuses to chill out. More than once, I try feeling her up, but nothing makes her smile.
Well not until the first shot of tequila arrives.

Bebe downs three shots at the restaurant then another two at Suede. I behave until she flashes me the smile girls give when they're officially drunk off their pretty asses. Dancing around by the booth, Bebe sucks on her bottom lips. She's clearly hungry for more than booze.

"You're so F U C K I N G sexy," she says, pulling up my shirt and licking my stomach.

Ford covers Shay's eyes, sending his fiancée into drunken giggles. I ignore them and lift Bebe's kissing lips from my gut.

"Wanna go home and fuck?"

"I'm so wet right now," she says, laughing. "But I want to stay here and listen to music."

"There's music at home."

Bebe leans down to suck at my forearm. "You taste like orgasms."

Laughing like crazy at this comment, Shay slides off the booth and lands under the table. I ignore the laughter, while Ford pries her off the ground. My mind is on getting Bebe alone.

As she dances around the bar, I follow to ensure she won't trip or fall. Bebe reaches the bar and orders a shot of tequila. I shake my head at the bartender who brings her a shot of root beer instead. My gaze is focused on Bebe's ass when Maggie arrives to drop off empty glasses at the bar.

"Why don't you take your new slut to the storage room?" Maggie says.

I frown at her. "Fuck off. She's no slut."

"Ooh, look who got sensitive. Normally, you're such a foul fucker."

"Hey!" Bebe cries, stumbling towards Maggie. "You don't talk about my man like that. I don't care what you think you know about Pax or what he's done to you. I only care how he's always done right by me."

"Whatever."

"Hey," Bebe says again, now poking Maggie's shoulder. "You have the right the shut the F U C K up. If you choose not to use that F U C K I N G right, I have the right to smack you upside the D A M N head."

"Spell it, sister!" a laughing Shay yells from the floor as she crawls away from Ford.

Maggie's brown eyes flash to me. "You deserve each other."

"Ah," Bebe says, patting Maggie's cheeks. "Thank you. Compliments really are better than insults, aren't they?"

Grunting, Maggie storms away.

Bebe spins around and holds onto me. "I won that. No one can ever steal away my victory."

"No, they can't," I murmur, wrapping her in my arms before she squirms away. "I need you."

"Take me home and plow me, baby."

Bebe snorts at her comment then decides she wants to dance with Shay.

"Why do all the club guys have beards?" she asks me while swaying with her friend.

Shrugging, I stare at her ass. "Our faces get cold."

The women nearly fall down from laughing so hard at my answer. When they try using each other to steady themselves, their attempts lead to more stumbling. I look at my brother for support, but he's too busy memorizing Shay's tits.

Knowing I'll never find relief at this rate, I toss Bebe over my shoulder and walk towards the door.

"I might puke on your A S S," Bebe warns, but she's laughing too hard to be serious.

"I'm planning to be naked in fifteen minutes, so have at it."

Bebe plays the bongos on my butt while I walk out to the parking lot.

"I'm too buzzed to be cold," she announces.

Like clockwork, I hear her teeth chattering. I reach my Harley before realizing Bebe will fall off at the first turn. "Shit."

"Whoa, are you going to C R A P on me?" Bebe asks.

With her laughing so hard she nearly falls off my shoulder, no way will she survive the ride home.

Turning around, I return to the bar. Bebe dangles from me, saying nothing. When I reach Ford, I ignore the shuffling dance he's doing with Shay. I just want to know if Bebe is conscious.

Ford peeks around me then grins. "She's playing possum."

"I need a car to get her home."

My brother glances at Shay still dancing even though he's no longer shuffling with her.

"Yeah, you and me both."

We look around the bar, searching for someone who brought a car. Icy blonde Jenn is in a back booth with Lucky. Based on their locked lips, I don't think they want to be bothered. Jenn likely brought her SUV though. She never trusts that Lucky won't be called away for club business.

Carrying Bebe to the table, I open my mouth to speak. Jenn hands her keys to Lucky who wings them at me before I get a word out. When I miss the keys, Ford picks them up. He wrestles with Shay, who is dancing with a chair now. Finally, she chooses him as her dance partner again, and we're out the door.

"Your woman can't hold her liquor," I say, walking to the SUV.

Ford shuffles along with Shay singing as bad as she dances.

"Yours is a sack of potatoes, turd. I think I'm winning this argument."

"She's only hanging there because I like her ass next to my face."

Ford smirks. "Easier for her to kiss it that way, huh?"

"Watch your mouth, or I'll spin around and slap you in the face with her."

"Using your woman as a weapon makes me think you two will last forever."

"Shut the fuck up and open the door for me, will ya?"

Ford unlocks Jenn's SUV then helps Shay into the passenger seat. He also manages to take time away from kissing his woman's ass to open the door for me. Bebe flops into the backseat, and I think she's out cold until her foot teases between my legs. Nope, she's wide awake and looking to cause trouble.

Ford drives the SUV home while Shay whispers to Bebe. I watch them and wonder why they keep glancing at me. Before I worry, we arrive at my house and I help Bebe out of the SUV. Ford doesn't wait for me to say goodbye. Revving the engine, he's already thinking about Shay naked.

Bebe has the same idea. She strips down as soon as I shut the door. Her panties end up slapping me in the face when she runs upstairs.

"I've never run naked through the house before."

Laughing, I watch her disappear down the hall. Getting a beer from the fridge, I frown at where she disappeared. Is Bebe coming back, or am I supposed to find her? A moment later, she's running back down the hallway. I sigh at the sight of her bouncing tits. Bebe ignores me while she climbs on the couch then the chair. She's like a cat marking her territory.

"I'm naked, and no one can stop me."

"Who would want to?"

"The Man," Bebe says, giving me a wink as she shuffles up next to me in the kitchen. "You look so good. So delicate like a sexy F U C K flower."

"That's some excellent dirty talking you've got going, Bebe. I think you can safely cuss though."

Bebe continues to feel me up while I pour her a shot of scotch on the rocks. My shirt ends up flying into the living room, and I groan at the feel of her tongue teasing my nipple.

"I thought you couldn't handle your booze," I say.

"I used to get all mopey and write bad poetry," she murmurs. "Of course, I used to fake orgasms. Now I don't have that problem."