Chapter 9

Tate

Hearing her say those words to me, make me scream, unleashed something primal, something animal in me. It was something more powerful than I’d ever felt because I knew Teddy wasn’t just saying it to make my dick hard or because she wanted anything other than pleasure. That just made me want to make her scream twice as loud. “Challenge accepted,” I told her, keeping my eyes trained on her as I slid my tongue deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” Her hips began to move in an up and down motion, riding my face just like she wanted. Back and forth she went and I kept my tongue flat so every drop of her burst onto my tongue and slid down my throat. “Yes,” she screamed when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She smiled down at me, grabbing my head so she could see my eyes as she rode my face. “Oh, Tate, fuck! Yes!”

She was close and my cock was hard again, ready to pound into her dripping pussy. “I can’t hear you.”

She looked down with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she rode harder. Faster. Her voice trembled through her screams when I grabbed her ass to help her move faster and her hands moved from my head to the floor as her hips moved lightning quick. “Oh, fuu-uuck Tate!” She cried my name, squealing as she rode out her orgasm, fast and then slow while I drank her. Ate up her juicy pussy.

I pulled her clit between my teeth and sucked it one last time, sending her body into quaking aftershocks that made her laugh. “Maybe I should call you Cowgirl instead of Cover Girl.”

She laughed as she slid down my body and laid one hell of a kiss on me, licking hungrily at the taste of her all over my face. “Fuck. After that, you can call me whatever you want.”

I gripped her ass cheeks, kneading them in my hand. She was so soft and pliant, and the way she relaxed under my grip, her juices coated my cock. “Even Cover Girl?” She pretended to hate the nickname but her lips always curled up just a little in amusement.

Her hips rolled, dragging her sweet wet pussy up and down my prick and I grew harder, ached to slide deep and make her scream my name. “Even that,” she said and tossed her head back, so her red waves cascaded down her back. Hands braced on my thighs, her hips rolled and dragged until I let out a low groan.

“Teddy.”

She stopped and looked at me for a long, sobering minute and then she smiled and it was full of mischief. “Want something, Golden Boy?”

I nodded, spreading her ass with one hand and sliding a finger into her pussy from behind with the other. She let out a sexy little gasp and fell back on my hand. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

“Condom,” she moaned.

In half a second I was on my feet with Teddy in my arms as I marched down the hall and into my bedroom, lying on top of her as I laid us both on the bed. Max thought it was a big fucking joke when he’d given me that big box of condoms, but now I could kiss my brother. I pulled the box from the drawer and ripped it open, feeling her eyes on me.

“Uhm, big plans?”

I grinned. “Max thought it was the perfect gift for a guy straight out of prison. I wanted to kick his ass, but now I’m grateful,” I told her, my gaze dark as she lazily circled two fingers around her pussy lips.

“Let me help you with that.” She took the condom and tore the plastic with her teeth. I was mesmerized just watching her, so sexy and capable and completely unashamed of her boldness. Long fingers plucked the latex disc from the package and she held it between her painted lips as she slid off the bed to stand in front of me. “Down you go,” she laughed and pushed me back on the bed, leaning over me to slide the condom down my cock.

With her mouth. “Fuck, Teddy.”

“Now you’ve got the right idea,” she said and climbed on my lap, holding my cock with one hand as she impaled herself on me. “Oh fuck, I knew you’d feel like this.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her admission; apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d been thinking about it. After that though, all I could think about was the way she squeezed me tight in her body, the drag and pull against the nerve endings of my cock. I held her hips but let her lead until it became too much. Her slow, deliberate pace felt good but I’d been without a woman for far too fucking long. “Teddy.”

Her response was to move faster and faster, circling her hips as her pussy began to pulse. Leaning forward, she kissed me and began to ride me hard and fast, slamming down onto my cock with enough force to break both of us in two and I couldn’t look away from her bouncing tits, mouthwatering pink nipples begging to be tasted. Sucked. Licked.

“Fuck, Tate. Yeah!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Teddy, I need to fuck you.” Before she could answer I flipped our positions and gripped her thighs, spreading her wide so that pretty pink pussy smiled up at me and I thrust deep, fucking her like my life depended on it.

“Fuck me, Tate. Hard and good. And deep.”

I growled and gave her just what she asked for, sliding my dick deep until she clenched around me before pulling it out, coated with her juices. I gave her everything and took twice as much in return, pounding into her until my legs burned, my hips stung and my cock was so swollen and rigid my explosion was imminent. “Oh, fuck. Tight pussy.”

“Wet pussy, too,” she purred as her hand made its way to her clit, rubbing circles furiously.

Ah, fuck, watching Teddy play with her clit while my cock sank in and out of her, thrusted, pounded hard and deep, was enough to snap my control. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping her long legs around my waist, slamming so hard that the sound of slapping, slick skin mingled with her cries and my grunts. She wrapped those long, perfectly manicured fingers around my arms and let go.

It was the hottest shit I’d seen in at least six years. Maybe forever. “Oh fuck, Tate. Yes, yeah, oh yeah. Tate!” And then she was falling apart, pussy tightening all around me as her juices made the path even smoother. Slicker. “Fuck,” she cried as one last rush of orgasm ripped through her, milking my cock to the sweet sound of her sexy cries.

“Fuck, babe.” I pounded harder and faster until I felt my balls grow tight, my spine tingled with anticipation and then Teddy’s name escaped on a roar as I emptied into her still convulsing body. “Shit, Teddy.”

Her breaths came fast and shallow, nipples hard as diamonds and skin pebbled with goose bumps; she looked like some kind of sex goddess. “Damn Tate, that was better than I thought it would be.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her plainly spoken words. “Didn’t you know...I’m a master?”

She bit her lip on a moan when I slid free of her body. “I’m gonna let that slide because you dick-matized me.”

I froze. “I did what?”

She sat up on her elbows, tits high and perky with still-hard strawberry nipples. “You left me dick-matized, Golden Boy. As in the dick was so good I can’t think of anything else.”

I laughed long and hard at that, even while I cleaned up and disposed of the condom. Dick-matized. I’d never heard that shit before...but I liked it. “For that one, I’ll let you rest before the next round starts.”

Blue eyes rounded in surprise as her eyes slid down to my still half-hard cock, and she licked her lips. “Next round? You mean there’s more?”

I nodded. “Then self-defense.”

She pouted. “Self-defense,” she groaned. “Definitely after round three.”

I slid beside her on the bed and pulled her close until my cock nestled between her tight, round ass. One hand caressed her breast and she was already squirming against me, making my cock hard again.

This chick was going to kill me, and I was damn well gonna let her.

***

“Damn, Golden Boy, who knew you’d be the kind of boss to order lunch for us?” Dallas smiled up at me as he looked inside the box of food that had just been delivered to the shop.

“Lasso, what the fuck, man? I didn’t order shit.” But the guy had said the meal had been paid for and his tip was included, too. “Hey,” I called to the delivery kid before he made it out of the shop. “Who paid for this?”

“Oh shit!” He grinned and turned back, digging something out of his pocket, a blue sticky note, and shoved it at me. “She said to make sure you read this before you, uhm, dig in. Hot chick, too.” He made sure I saw his good-natured grin as he walked away.

“Read it,” Lasso urged. “I need to know if I’m gonna be poisoned when I tear into this.”

Fucking guy was as big as three men with an appetite as huge as his home state. I unfolded the note, feeling a lot like a high school kid trying to open a note from a girl you liked on the down low so your boys didn’t notice. But as soon as I read it, I barked out a laugh.

Since you ate my taco so well. T

That was it and I fucking lost it, doubled over laughing in the middle of my shop.

“Man, now I gotta read it,” Lasso said, stalking over to me trying to snatch it out of my hand.

But I sidestepped in time. “Back up asshole. Eat the food but leave the note alone.”

He shrugged and opened up one of the bags with a wide grin. “Fuck yeah, tacos!” He finished one taco in two bites, moaning like a fool and all I could think of was how fucking sexy Teddy sounded when she rode my face. “I don’t know who sent them or why, but I fucking approve, boss.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well guys, if Lasso approves, that’s what matters.”

“Damn right,” he said with his big boyish grin. “Shit, there’s guacamole too. Whatever you did, keep it up, bro!”

Jag strolled over looking like he’d just got done fucking. His deceptively lazy gait hid one of the sharpest minds I’d ever come across. “And they are fish tacos,” he said and grabbed three. “What do you want, boss?”

I glared at him. “Just make sure you fuckers leave me something to eat. I got a few piercings coming in any minute.” I sounded like an asshole I knew, and I couldn’t help it. Hell, I didn’t even know why. The tacos were a nice gesture and the note was just so Teddy. The bell sounded over the door and I held back a groan when I got the two young girls I assumed were my next appointments. “Grace and Amanda?”

Two sets of cheeks turned hot pink as they both nodded. “Yep,” the brunette said, trying her best not to look intimidated.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we won’t hurt ya,” Lasso told her and the girl practically fainted under the power of his Texas charm. A pause and then he added with a wicked grin, “Well, I guess that depends on whatcha getting’ pierced.”

“M-M-My tongue and we’re both getting belly button rings.” The blonde flicked her hair over her shoulder expertly and pushed her chest out toward Lasso. “You work here?”

His grin widened but I could see the little shit starter’s eyes gleaming with funny business. “I do. How old are you?”

“I’m nineteen and Grace will be twenty tomorrow,” she said, pointing to the brunette whose green eyes were still bugged out. “Why?”

“Because I was trying to decide if you were worth pushing back my lunch,” he told her as his gaze swept over her tiny Daisy Duke shorts and a pink tank top that stopped at her ribcage. He glanced over at me. “You mind, boss?”

“Not at all,” I told him. Better Lasso find the kind of trouble teenage girls brought with them than me. “What about you, Grace. You want Dallas here to pierce you too?”

“Okay,” she squeaked out and took a step closer to her friend.

“Jag, take care of the paperwork and then have lunch. Lasso, be good.”

“I’m always good.” He patted his broad chest and drew both sets of female eyes toward his linebacker physique. “And I’m much better at soothing skittish girls than you.”

That much was true. I headed to the back to restock a few things we’d gone through over the past week. Luckily business was good so I didn’t spend all damn day and night doing shit like receipts and inventory. Right now, though, this was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off of Teddy and her hot little body, long legs and those sexy fucking noises she made in bed. It’d been a full week since we’d fucked, and still I couldn’t stop thinking about it— or her. She was bold and sexy, confident and all about pleasure.

That shit was fucking intoxicating.

“Boss you got a customer,” Jag called out, but there was something off about his tone. It was amused, but not, and that meant one thing.

“Sheena,” I barked when I saw her. “This area back here is for employees and you don’t work here. Go wait up front.”

She stomped her foot and pouted. “Reckless Bitches—”

“Don’t work for me.” I wouldn’t be nice about this shit anymore. “Are you here for a reason?”

Her whole body relaxed, softened as she stepped forward. I took a step back and held my hands out in front of me. “I was hoping we could both...come.”

“Jag, get her out of here please. And if you see her in here again, remove her again.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Jag wiped his hands on a napkin and stood. With dark brown skin and twenty-inch biceps, Jag cut an imposing figure to anyone with half a brain. The man was harmless, unless he was forced to be deadly.

“No need for that shit,” she snapped, glaring at Jag. “Touch me and I’ll call the cops,” she sneered.

“Excellent idea. Jag, can you report we have a trespasser on the property?”

“Golden Boy,” she whined and stomped her foot again. “We could be so good together. I’ll let you fuck me any way you want me.”

“Not. Interested. Are you here to get a tattoo or a piercing, Sheena?” I knew the answer was no but she knew it was the only way she could stay and I could see the minute she decided.

Her hair swished around her shoulders when she nodded. “I want another navel ring. Two of ’em will be real sexy, don’t you think?”

I shot a look at Jag, who’d gone back to enjoying his tacos while the sounds of Lasso entertaining the teenyboppers filled the front of the store. “When you’re done with lunch, can you handle this?”

Jag nodded, trying hard not to smile. Everyone loved Jag. He was funny and nice, smart as fuck and got along with everyone. Except Sheena. She treated him like the white trash racist she was, but the truth was, she’d tried to fuck him and he wasn’t interested.

“I don’t want him to do it! I’m the customer and I want you to do it.” Arms crossed, she gave a satisfied smile as though that fucking settled it.

“Well you see, Sheena. It’s my shop and I reserve the right to refuse service to whoever I want. So Jag will do it, or you can leave. Now.” A quick glance at the clock in the tiny closet that passed for our break room and I knew my next appointment would be arriving soon.

Hurt flashed in her eyes but, the hard woman that she was, she replaced it with anger. “You’re not such big shit, you know, Golden Boy? You’ve been in prison for a long time and I don’t see any bitches knocking down your door.”

I laughed. “Don’t you worry about my door, Sheena. My door, my life, my bitches are none of your fucking business.”

Movement sounded in the break room as Jag finished and washed up before stopping beside me. “Are we doing this piercing or are you leaving?”

That was Jag, no-nonsense to his core. It would piss off a hothead like Sheena, but he was the kind of man you wanted on your side when shit went down.

“Ugh, come on then, I don’t got all day.”

“You mean you don’t have all day,” Jag corrected, chuckling when she let loose a string of impressive curses.

The bell sounded above the door and moments later, Lasso yelled out, “Boss!”

Sheena growled and Jag swore under his breath as Teddy walked in, looking hotter than fuck in an orange-ish pink tank that cupped her delicious tits perfectly, but her long legs were hidden by a long, flowing skirt the same color as her top but with big ass white flowers. “Teddy.”

“Tate,” she said smoothly, lips pursed slightly but when she slid those designer shades away from her eyes, they were lit with humor. “You ready for me?”

“Fucking slut!” Sheena’s shout brought all the noise in the shop to a screeching halt. “I thought I told you to stay away.”

Teddy arched one auburn brow and shot back a bored look. “And I thought I told you to take that up with whoever would be dumb enough to catch a case of the herp from you.” She flashed a sweet smile up at me and then Jag. “You must be Jeremiah.”

“Jag, ma’am. What gave it away?”

She grinned. “Well the cowboy is over there turning two sweet girls to mush so you must be the organized one.”

“Not the black one?”

She laughed. “Obviously you’re black, but all I heard from chatty Cathy over here was that one of you was a cowboy and the other one was the logistical genius.”

“Genius, eh?” Jag smiled over at me and I punched him in the shoulder.

“Are you coming, Jag? I ain’t got all fucking day.” Arms crossed, Sheena tapped her foot to make sure everyone knew how unhappy she was. “Make sure you watch yourself bitch, it’d be a shame if something happened to that other leg.”

I stepped forward, ready to deal with Sheena but I didn’t need to. Teddy stepped closer to her, towering over the woman by at least five inches. “You better bring a fucking car because it’s the only way you’ll get me. Now run along before I get mean.”

“Damn, I want to be her,” one of Lasso’s girls whispered.

Teddy’s lips twitched as she stared at me and I swear, as cheesy as that shit sounded, I was caught in her blue gaze. “So, where do you want me?”

I took a long moment to appreciate the beauty that was Teddy Quinton. She was long and lean, but now her arms were sculpted and I knew her abs and legs were too. She was effortlessly beautiful and when she tried, she was goddamn stunning. “Sorry to tell you, Cover Girl, but I think you’re wearing the wrong clothes for this job.”

She laughed as I guided her to the first room past the register and slid onto the red leather seat. “First of all, there’s no such thing as the wrong clothes. Unless of course it’s acid wash,” she added a little louder than necessary. “Second of all,” she said and grabbed one side of her skirt and pulled it back, revealing one-mile-long leg. Her head fell back when I cupped her calf and let my hand slide up her leg. “You can work with this?”

I shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind having your skirt open like that for the next few hours.”

“Not like you haven’t seen it all before. Anyway, I do have on panties so there’s not much to see.”

Lasso chose that moment to duck his head between the curtains. “Did someone say panties? Well hello, gorgeous. Is this the taco lady?”

She laughed. “I hope that’s not what I’m being called, cowboy.”

He blinked and his smile widened. All I could do was shake my head at the relentless flirt. “Who said I was a cowboy?”

“Besides those jeans?” she asked, drawing a loud guffaw from the Texan.

“I like her,” he said with his best boyish grin. “If you get tired of the pretty boy over here, the name’s Dallas.”

She laughed. “Have you seen yourself? Your face is as pretty as his hair,” she said and ran her long manicured fingers through my hair until I groaned.

Lasso’s grin faded. “That’s my cue to leave. Going to eat some tacos, boss.”

“Listen for the door,” I told him and pulled the curtains shut. Then I turned to Teddy. “Ready?”

She nodded but I could see the nerves in her blue eyes. “As ready as I can be, I suppose. Be gentle.”

“Always.”