Ride Me Sweetheart

“Shit, Red, that’s a good thing. Is that what you’re pissed about? Sweetheart, I’ll show you just how much I like that damn ass of yours. I’ll bend you over the bed and spread that ass out—”

“I have to go Sarah!” I practically scream, trying to drown out Keys. “Just send Brock over.”

I hang up before she can respond. Then, I take my gun out of the crack of the door.

“About fucking time,” he says, obviously thinking I’m going to open the door. Instead, I slam it shut. Okay, I can’t slam it because it’s on the chain and not opened enough to give it a good shove, but I close it heavily and there’s a small amount of satisfaction in that.

I turn the lock and resist the urge to giggle. Then, I return the gun to its hiding spot. I make it across the kitchen and reach up to flip the light out. I’m almost out of the room when there’s a large crash from behind me. I scream, my entire body stiffening in reaction, turning slowly to turn the light back on. Keys is standing there, the door swinging behind him.

Shit.

“You broke my door,” I gasp.

“I’ll fix it,” he grumps, sounding extremely put out.

“You’re damn right you will,” I demand, which makes him smile.

Too late, I realize he’s advancing toward me. I start backing up, even though there’s really nowhere to go.

“You know what I like most about you, Red?”

“Yeah, my thick ass,” I grumble. “You need to get out of my house, Stud. If you don’t, I’ll make Larry cut off your balls for this.”

“No, you won’t, baby. And do you know why?” he purrs, as I bump up against the damn wall.

Damn it.

“I know you’re delusional,” I respond, starting to worry that Keys might be a little more than I want to tangle with.

“You don’t want anything to happen to my balls, Red, and especially not my dick.”

“Maybe you should—”

“Because you’re going to love how I fuck you later to get you under control.”

Okay, his words should not be hot. They shouldn’t turn me on, and they most definitely shouldn’t send goosebumps and prickles of hunger over my body. Damn it!

“I’m not a dog you bring to heel, Stud. I’m a woman.”

“Oh, trust me, I know that baby,” he says, his body now pressed up against me, because I stupidly let him trap me. My hands go up against his chest to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.

“A woman with a thick ass, apparently,” I sarcastically throw at him.

“Curvy as fuck is what you are, Red.”

“Keys, let’s back it up a bit—”

I’m trying to catch my breath and calm down—as well as calm him down. I don’t think it’s working for him, and since I can feel the insides of my thighs getting wetter, I’m pretty sure it’s not for me, either.

“I’ve got you backed up against this wall and I’m going to use it to fuck you hard as hell. The way I’m feeling right now, by the time I’m done with you there will be an outline of your delicious curves on display.”

“You need to be reasonable,” I respond, practically pleading.

“I’m being very reasonable, I think,” he murmurs a second before his lips find mine.

I do my best to keep my lips closed. When his hand curls around my neck and angles my head exactly how he wants me, his warm breath hits my lips and I feel the tip of his tongue tease along my bottom lip, I manage to not give in. Then, I feel his other hand flex on my hip, his fingers splay out against my ass, and he pulls me in deeper so that I can feel his hard erection push against me. I gasp. Even through his jeans, I can tell his cock is impressive. I haven’t had a man in a long time. I’ve mostly given up on them in general. Sex is not worth the aggravation a man brings to your life. My toys work fine for me, but suddenly as my knees go weak and Keys groans, our kiss growing more intense, my toys seem like a very sad replacement. So, I give in to the kiss, to the power of the man who is plundering my mouth like a Viking marauder, and I do it… gleefully.

8

Keys

Fuck yes.

I groan as I take over her mouth. This woman is like a fever in my blood. I don’t understand how this has happened so quickly, but I know that it has. I’m almost forty and I’ve never felt like this in my entire life. I didn’t think it was possible. I’ve seen what my brothers have found in their women. I’ve not been jealous of any of them. There were times that I would look at Shaft and Bree and wonder what it would be like to be that connected to another human. I’m a realist and jaded as fuck, but even I can admit those two were clearly meant for one another, despite the fact that Shaft is old enough to be Bree’s father. Hell, not that that kind of thing bothers that motherfucker at all. He gets off on having her call him Daddy. I push my thoughts away from Shaft and Bree. I’m not about to ruin the fact my cock is fucking hard enough to pound nails right now. I’m going to fuck Red senseless, maybe then she’ll quit arguing with me and taunting me every time I turn around.