Well, fuck me! Little Miss Up Tight keeps surprising the shit out of me. Raylan’s moans I soaked up with my mouth and her grinding that fine ass body all over mine was erotic as fuck. I’ve never been so turned on not even the time I lost my virginity to the MILF next door.

Raylan had no idea how damn close I was to blowing my load without a single touch from her. The sweet nectar of her pussy is addicting at best. I lick my lips, hoping to find some of her taste still there. The tingle at the base of my spine multiplies by leaps and bounds each time I pump my cock into her mouth.

I should be going slow with her, but the dam has burst wide open between us. Her emerald eyes stare up at me as she sucks me off. When I hit the back of her throat, her eyes well up a tick. Her hands grab tighter to my ass.

I’ve always loved sex. Hell, it’s the thing I was put on this earth to do. I thought I had that shit all wrapped up and I was the king in the sex game with her. She’s blowing everything out of the water I thought I once knew.

“I want to fuck you,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “No, I need to fuck you.”

Raylan’s eyes fire up with want and passion. She doesn’t slow down sucking me off even though I’ve stilled my hips. She sucks harder and faster with determination.

“Need inside you,” I growl.

She moves a hand from my thigh and sinks two fingers into her dripping pussy. It’s my undoing when she begins fucking herself while sucking me, then groans around my already aching cock. My vision goes black then bursts of white light shoot through my skull when I cum harder than I ever have. My back stiffens as she milks every single drop dry. I fight to calm my breathing and form a fucking intelligent thought. It’s never been like this.

Her moans last a long time after she’s licked me clean. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know she soaked those fingers in her sweet nectar. Her O face tells the rest of the story. Those flushed cheeks, tired eyes, and every single part of her relaxing gives sexy a whole new meaning. Her nipples are straining for attention.

Son of a bitch. I didn’t touch or lick them. It shows how powerful that tango was. I’m about to remedy this little situation. I have to fuck her before I go insane. I'm going to fuck those tits, too. Jesus, this woman would look damn fine wearing my pearl necklace.

“What the fuck, Love!”

My blood turns ice-cold in the split of a second. I crane my head over my shoulder to see Iris, red-faced, standing in the doorway. I don’t move my body to protect Raylan from Iris’s view. Not that it will do much. Iris is a snake and makes sure her venom stings.

“Last time I checked I’m not paying you to fuck her!” Iris screams.

Fuck, am I going to ever catch a break in life or when it comes to Raylan? Without thinking, I reach up sliding my hand over the apple of Raylan’s cheek, my fingertips dancing in her loose hair flowing down around her. It’s a protective gesture.

“Iris, leave.” The hatred in my voice is evident.

This woman has turned into my worse nightmare. They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you, but this has gone too far. She has a damn radar tracker on my ass alerting her anytime I’m near Raylan. Yes, the door was left cracked, and that was wrong, but Iris shouldn’t be anywhere near my cabin during her girl time.

“You will not tell me what to do.” Iris points her bright red nail my direction. “We are ready for you, and I thought I’d come find you.”

“Iris, out now!” I bellow.

“Love, don’t you dare forget who is paying you. Our contract will be null and void if you piss me off any further.”

“Fuck.” I throw my head back.

Raylan grabs the sheet from the bed, making me look down. That attractive blush covering Raylan’s features is long gone. She’s pale. Stark white. The heated look a thing of history. The high is no longer shining back at me.

She clears her throat. “I think you better go and service the Golden Girls.”

Bad, bad timing, but a funny as fuck joke. Iris blows, losing her shit. She advances in the room on a mission to shred Raylan. I’m stuck in the middle cock out.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter to myself, stepping in front of Iris.

My dick shrinks back into my shorts. Thank fuck, something is going right for me. Poor guy probably would’ve been bitch slapped.

“You know what, little girl? You can only wish to be half the woman I am. Golden Girl my ass. That dick you were sucking has been mine for years now.”

“Iris, enough!” I roar, ushering her backward. “We will talk later. You need to leave now.”

I don’t leave room for argument, but Iris has always marched to the beat of her own drum.

“Fuck off. Go round up your Golden Girl gang and don’t break a hip while doing it.” Raylan steps up to the fight. “You wish you could deep throat a cock like me without worrying about your dentures slipping.”

By some act of God or maybe Satan himself I manage to get Iris out of the room then slam the door in her face. I’ll put that fire out next. I grip the back of my neck, trying to sort out this cluster fuck. I’m damn lucky my pecker wasn’t torn to shreds in that catfight.

I walk toward Raylan who has transformed from a raging monster into a broken mess. She steps back, sending a clear signal she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me. I can't blame her.

The humiliation radiating from her is a dagger straight to my gut. Me. It was all me who caused this. I should’ve stayed away. I knew better and told myself that over and over. It was a force I couldn’t resist.

“You need to go.” Raylan’s lower lip quivers.

“Please, don’t do this,” I plead. Fuck, I’d get down on my knees right now and beg to wipe away her pain and embarrassment.

“It’s done, Memphis.” She steps back, clutching a sheet in front of her. “We knew it was wrong. I can’t believe I let myself do that.”

“Raylan, you’re making this out to be much worse in your head. Please, let me tell you my side. Iris is fucking crazy.”

“You need to go,” she repeats.

“This isn’t over.” I stare her down before leaving her room.

Raylan doesn’t reply or protest. I’d like to think it was because of the sheer determination in my voice. It wasn’t a lie and also not a promise I can keep in the current position. With one taste of her, I know there’s no damn cure. I am well and truly fucked. But not in the way I want to be.

With each step back to my cabin, I’m savoring the taste of Raylan on my tongue. I’m not sure about what my next move is, but I’m going to start off with some ground rules, which I thought was damn clear in the beginning. When we first came on here, she was all on board with the fucking and fun. Iris became clingy and possessive as hell; I saw the signs six months back. We never made any exclusive arrangements.

I slam my door shut and not surprised in the least when I come face-to-face with Iris. I bite back the smile at the thought of Raylan referring to her and her gang as the Golden Girls.

“What in the fuck was that?” I roar, not trying to be understanding.

“You getting caught with your dick out.” Iris slithers toward me, reaching out to touch my bare chest.

Not happening. I step back.

“Iris, the line is still drawn in the sand the way it always has been. I can fuck who I want when I want. The deal is to service you, and I’m doing that. End of story.”

“I am paying you.” She tilts her head, doing her best to lure me. It's not working this time. Not even dollars signs can quell this shit storm.

“It's something you remind me of daily, Iris. Ain’t no news flash there.” I step back from her. “I’ve done everything you ask. You want more, any idiot could see that. Not part of the deal.”

“It’s called respect, Memphis. I thought one day you might learn a bit of a work ethic.”

“I’m a single man, and it’s staying that way. This is my job, and my private life is just that. We are not and never will be exclusive.”

“You’re fucking this up, Love.” She steps closer until her tits are pressed up against my bare chest. “You will regret crossing me.”

“Fuck your threats, Iris. They don’t scare me one bit. And as for crossing you, I haven’t once. I’ve been there at your beck and call. I, however, won’t stand by watching you tear down an innocent bystander. You play your games well, like bringing another man into your room. Did I bitch? Nope, I did my job and got on with it. I suggest you do the same.”

I’m walking a fine line right now. Pent up anger and hatred for my actions are mixed to a dangerous boiling point. I should've dealt with this shit awhile back.

“This is our last trip.” She reaches down, cupping my dick through my shorts. I don’t miss her dismay to find it shriveled up for her. Yeah, I’m a bastard and smile back at her. “I know how much it means for you to leave our small town. Also, I know that your bank account is your one-way ticket out. Without my connections in Europe, you’ll be fucking for your way across all seven continents.”

Iris knows she has me by the balls in every way. There’s a breaking point in everyone’s life where you have to let go and see how everything shakes out. One thing my mom taught me was never to quit and make sure that each job you take on is done well. But like fuck if I’m going to show Iris any of my fear of the future. She’ll never get that from me.

I shrug. “It is what it is. It's back to the contract and what you pay me for. That’s it, Iris.”

She smirks and turns on her heel, striding right to the door.

“See you at dinner, Dr. Love.”

Part of me is hoping she can see it my way and the other half is knowing better. Iris is out for blood. She may be vicious, but in an odd way, she deserves a level of respect from me. This sick cycle we’ve found ourselves in makes each of us as guilty. I run my hands over my head feeling more confused than ever. Things were never this complicated at the Blue Iron Club.