Every year on Memorial Day, I closed up shop and invited everyone over for a BBQ at my house. It’d become tradition between the three of us. We included customers that had become friends and the women we’re seeing. The boys had always kept company, while I remained alone.
But not this year.
“Hey, Talan,” Lance yelled from his truck. He was responsible for the beer this year, and from the looks of it, he’d delivered way more than needed.
“What the hell is that?” I pointed toward the monstrosity on his truck bed. It was a mutation of sorts.
“A monster keg.” He shrugged, jumping into the back to pull it forward. The thing didn’t move an inch, no matter how much he pulled.
“I can see that, dumbass, but where the hell did you get that?”
“What the fuck?” Simon barked, arriving just in time.
“Monster keg . . . need help . . . get your asses up here,” Lance grunted.
This caused a few of our guests to come and see what all the fuss was about.
“Is that?” I heard Esther whisper to Simon. My eyes snapped in their direction; I was disappointed with the lack of Bitty around.
“Where is she?”
Simon snickered, amused by my transparent urgency to see her. Fucker.
“She’ll be here later,” Esther answered. “She had some last minute things to do.”
“Like what?”
“Hello,” Lance snapped, “some fucking help would be appreciated.”
“Quit crying, fucker. You’re the one that picked that thing.” Simon laughed and I flipped him off, turning my attention back to a laughing Esther. “Well…”
“Swear on all that’s holy that you won’t say a word, Talan,” Esther demanded.
“I swear.”
“She went to buy a new bikini.” Okay, I wasn’t seeing the big deal here. “Her butt wouldn’t fit in the old one.” She laughed and my cock twitched at the knowledge. “She tried it on this morning and it looked more like a thong than . . .”
Why the fuck was she stopping there?
“Than what, big mouth?”
Two small arms wrapped around me from behind and I sighed. I’d know the feel and soft flowery smell of her anywhere.
“Nothing,” Esther sang, and even I raised a brow at her nervous pitch.
“Nothing, my ass.” Maya huffed and let go of me. She came around me, taking a stand in front of my poor dick and posed with her hand on her hip.
Jesus Christ . . . what the fuck? She was trying to kill me.
“Damn, short stuff,” Lance whistled, “looking good—”
The murderous glare I sent him cut off his appraisal mid-sentence. “Maya, what the fuck are you wearing?” I hissed and pulled her by the hips to cover my front.
“My new suit. Why?”
“That is not a swim suit. It’s a naughty fantasy come to life.”
Maya looked at me from over her shoulders and laughed. She actually thought I was kidding. Bitty was the sexiest Pocahontas I had ever seen in that ensemble. Chocolate brown triangles with fringe adorned her chest; pieces so small the swell of her breasts on both sides were visible.
My mouth watered and my hand itched to grab each breast and squeeze; suck the tiny nipples that poked through the fabric.
Then I looked down and groaned aloud. The only thing that covered her pussy from my—and every other motherfucker’s line of sight—was a small, low rise, almost non-existent pair of bottoms.
A braided cord decorated the edging of the sinful treat. Her hip bones stuck out and called to me; I pulled her further in, and with one hand on her ass, turned her to me.
“You will push me over the edge one day, Bitty.” My growl against her lips made her squirm and pull herself closer. “I have no words for the madness you create inside of me.”
“It’s good to know that I affect you. God knows just the smell of you makes me—”
“Hello, over there. Care to give a brother a helping hand?” Lance bellowed, breaking the intense moment I was sharing with Bitty.
I let her go and backed away. My eyes left hers for a moment to watch how every man’s eyes in my yard were eating up her curves. “Eyes off her,” I demanded and pulled off the old beater I was wearing. “Put this on and wait for me inside. I’ll help him and then come get you for a swim?”
“I’m not putting that on.”
“Yes, you are. And Maya . . .” Angry eyes met mine. “I swear on all that’s holy that if you take it off, without me there, I will fuck up anyone that so much as turns your way. You may not have clued in yet, but Bitty, I’m a jealous and territorial man. The only time you take this off . . . is when I’m with you.”
Bitty tried to fight me, but I was having none of it. With a smack to her ass and a harsh kiss to her lips, I made my intentions clear.
She was stunned enough over my actions that she stayed still while I pulled the shirt over her head. Everyone laughed. Bitty, not so much; with a glare icy enough to melt the polar ice caps, she walked away and went inside.
“She’s going to make you pay for that,” Simon lectured while we climbed up into the back of the truck bed. “The look on her face guarantees pain in your future.”
“Maybe I enjoy a little pain with my lovin’.”
“Talan, I hate to admit this, and I will deny it if it leaves this truck, but I’m a jealous man right now.” Lance groaned.
What the fuck was up with these assholes?
“What about Veronica. Weren’t you all up on that?” I grumbled while we pulled the enormous keg to the edge of the tailgate.
“I am,” Lance deadpanned. He jumped off and helped the guys below us load the contraption onto a hand truck. “Why do you ask?” It took every one of us to get it down and two to tip it over once in the dolly.
“Because your eyes were glued to Maya and that shit isn’t cool, bro.”
Simon shook his head and walked away, leaving me and a fuming Lance to talk.
“What the fuck, Talan? I would never—”
“I’m not saying you would go there.”
“Damn right I wouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t and won’t admire her beauty. She’s smoking hot, Cox. Get used to the looks or walk away now,” Lance fumed at me before marching off.
Fuck me and fuck Maya for ruining my once boring life.
Now that I’d tasted her lips, held her in my arms, I could never go back. Didn’t want to.
I found the girls in the kitchen after taking a minute to compose myself. It seemed the guys were out back loading up the grill while the women put together the final touches. That, and they were already dipping into my liquor cabinet for what looked to be margaritas in my blender.
“Can you believe he had the nerve?” Bitty began. The other two noticed my entry and stayed quiet while my Bitty ranted with her back to me. My beater was still on her curvaceous body. “I mean, come on. How much more do I need to be on his—”
“For me to get the point?” I finished for her. She didn’t turn around or acknowledge what I said.
“It’s bullshit. Don’t you agree?” Maya continued spitting.
“I think we are needed outside . . . Yup,” Veronica lied, “I hear the boys calling us.”
“I don’t hea—ouch!” Esther yelped when Lance’s girl yanked her outside leaving the two of us to work out whatever our issue was.
“Could they be any more obvious?” I noted.
“Not talking to you.”
“Maya, Bitty, don’t be mad. Let me—”
“That was embarrassing, you ass,” Bitty vented. “What in God’s name made you react like that? For fucks sake, it’s a BBQ at a house with a pool. Were you expecting me to wear a potato sack?”
“No. Not a sack, but at least be covered enough to where those motherfuckers outside aren’t trying to make out the shape of your pussy lips every time you bend over.”
Maya slammed her palms down on the counter top in front of her. Her chest heaved and her breathing was labored. “I’m only going to say this once, Talan,” Bitty vowed. “I like you. I’m here because of you. Not every perverted motherfucker outside these kitchen walls. Treat me like a mindless piece of meat in front of anyone ever again, and it will be you who stares at my ass as I walk away.”
“You’re right,” I mumbled, and she turned around to face me. “It wasn’t called for and my reaction wasn’t fair to you. You are, without question, gorgeous,” that made her blush, “sexy, and your intelligence only adds to what’s on the exterior.”
“Not that I don’t like the compliments, but what does this have to do with your macho display—”
“Everything,” I admitted, “if there’s going to be an ‘us,’ I need to accept that men will stare . . . will want you.”
“And at the same time you need to remember that it’s ‘you’ who I’m with.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“Maybe. Let’s see how well you behave the rest of the day.” Bitty smirked and I attacked her face with tiny kisses. She squealed when I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her onto the counter behind her, and then stepped between her legs.
“The one thing I’m not sorry for is forcing my shirt on you.” My lips hovered over hers. “There are no words to describe the pride I feel at seeing my clothing covering you. It’s almost like you’re surrounded by me . . . fucking turn on.”
“Come here.” Maya’s tiny hands fisted my hair and pulled my body toward her heat. Our lips connected in a brutal kiss. My tongue demanded entry and fucked her mouth. “Fuck, Talan,” she moaned when one of my hands shifted her hips, setting her at the right angle for my cock to rock against her.
“You are my heaven and hell, Bitty. Never enough.” I groaned into her mouth, my hand left her hip and snuck between us. I was close; the heat from her pussy scorching my hand while I palmed her.
“Guess the fuckers made up?” Someone said when entering the kitchen, followed by a few giggles. Would I ever get to devour this woman?
“I will ravage every inch of you before the night is through, Maya.” She whimpered into my shoulder, and my hand pressed down once more over her heated pussy. “It will be my name you scream in ecstasy and my bed you wake up in tomorrow.” My words had the desired effect as I pulled away. “No more brakes. Sixty.”
Bitty’s eyes were glassy and heavy lidded and her breaths were coming out in small pants by the time I turned to look at the others. My boys and their women stood before us with amused expressions. By the time Maya lowered herself they all wore smirks.
“Is there a reason that you’re all in here? I didn’t take you fuckers for the cock-blocking type.”
“Steve’s here,” Simon announced; this shouldn’t have been news. I’d been friends with him for years. “Says he needs to have a word with you, and that it’s urgent.”
“About what?” I asked and grabbed Maya’s hand, pulling her to stand in front of me. Reaching toward her thighs, I pulled my beater off and kissed her sweet lips once it was over her head.
“Janice,” Lance revealed, and one thought ran through my mind: Fuck.