“I was shot. That’s it. So I’m capable of washing my own dick and balls. I don’t need you in there keepin’ my cock hard when I do. Like I’ve told you before, I can’t fuck you and I’m gonna want to. So get up, put on one of my shirts, and help this old man outta bed. I gotta piss, and like you said, I need to shower. ” He scrubs his jaw with one hand. “And shave.”

  With an exaggerated huff, I climb off the end of the bed. And believe it or not the control freak himself actually shuts his eyes, giving me privacy. I know it shouldn’t, but it pisses me off. Going into his small walk-in closet I tug his black ‘Live Fast, Die Young,’ oversized shirt from a hanger and pull over my head. I’ve seen him wearing it a time or two. Hugs his body like a second skin. It’s sexy. I’d never tell him that, though.

  “I’m done.” Crossing my arms I stroll to the side of the bed. “Do you want me to help you now? Or call one of the brothers?”

  Upon opening his eyes, Big disapprovingly inspects my attire. “No way I’m lettin’ any of them near you, lookin’ like that.”

  Tugging on the shirt with attitude, I lose it. “What the fuck do you mean? First, I can’t be topless and now I can’t wear an oversized t-shirt? I think this bullet wound made you even more of an asshole than you were before.”

  Big furiously growls, fists balled on either side of his body. “Fuck! How many times do I have to explain this to you, woman? You’re beautiful and mighty fuckable wearin’ my shirt. I’m still fuckin’ hard, Sugar Tits. And I don’t need any brothers’ barkin’ up your tree when I am not at my hundred percent to kick their asses. Ya get me? You ain’t got a fuckin’ bra on. Your nipples are like little lollypops askin’ me to suck on ‘em...”

  Throwing his head back into the pillow, he groans and grabs his sheet-covered cock. “Shit, your tits are so fuckin’ sexy.”

  My stomach does a flip, and butterflies flutter in my stomach by the masses. How do those two words, ‘fuckin’ sexy’ rolling off his thick tongue make me want to ride his cock so badly?

  I don’t know what to say to that, so I keep quiet and wait for him to speak, shifting on the balls of my bare feet, chewing on my inner cheek.

  Grinding his palm into the head of his cock over the covers, he thrusts his hips. “What I wouldn’t give to sink my cock into your perfect lil’ pussy,” he grates out huskily, through uneven breaths. “I’m going to come just thinkin’ ‘bout it.” Big’s hips undulate, bucking roughly against his wide-open palm. His breathing accelerates, chest rising and falling rapidly. As he pushes himself into a higher state of arousal, his body jerks and his eyes snap shut in deep concentration or fantasy. I can’t be sure which.

  This is incredibly hot watching him touch himself. Basking in the incredible power of our sexual magnetism infusing the feverish air surrounding us, I dust the tips of my fingers down the front of my shirt and between my slightly parted thighs, straight into the slickness of my heated pussy. Gliding my finger between my smooth, plump lips, I rest on my engorged clit. Slowly drawing tiny circles around the damp flesh, I coax my hardened nub to unsheathe herself.

  “Oh,” I wispily moan, as the sensitive flesh sparks to life under the onslaught of my firm finger. Screwing my eyes closed, I fall into a maddened state of my own thrilling arousal.

  “Fuck, baby,” Big howls. “You’re touchin’ your pussy.”

  “Yesss,” I sensually hiss, unconsciously swirling my hips to the beat of my clit play.

  “Stick one of your fingers into that tight pussy, baby,” Big sexily orders. The sound of his boxers waistband stretching becomes music to my ears, and I instantly obey, curling my index finger and inserting it into my soft, moist depths. My pussy’s tightness contracts around my finger as I massage the walls of my needy core.

  “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. I want to bury myself balls deep into that tiny little cunt of yours. Do you know how much I want that, sweetheart? How much I wanna feel my cock milked by your tight pussy? How much I wanna nut inside? To fill you and see it pour out of your perfect little pink slit.” He hotly dirty talks, sending me higher with need. I love the way those dirty works excite me. They are wrong, yet so right.

  “Then fuck me…” I blurt unabashed. “Fuck me, Big. I want you inside me. I want all of it.” I’m lost in my own pleasure, driving myself higher and higher to a place I’ve never brought myself to before. My body is alive, on fire, all powerful. The need to release overcomes all of my senses. And I want nothing more than to fuck and be fucked, by one man and one man alone.

  “I can’t, baby, I can’t,” he sounds pained. “Come here and sit on my face. Come on my lips, baby. Let me taste you.”

  Opening my eyes, I don’t speak. I go to him and climb onto the bed, widely straddling his face and trying not to hurt him as I lower my damp, greedy pussy to his parted lips.

  “That’s it, Sugar Tits. Come down to me.”

  Big’s warm succulent mouth connects with my clit, and I whimper in pleasure, gripping the headboard. Below me his body bucks into his fist, as he pounds his thick steel. Rocking my hips to his mouth, I find a rhythm, and I’m lost, blown to bits by his masterful tongue. My body becomes rigid. My lungs seize in my chest. The erotically devastating explosion is all-consuming, as Big’s teeth latch onto my clit, and I lose myself.

  My body shakes. “I’m…oh… Big… I’m...” I cry out, coming, as violent waves crash through my soul, wetness pours from my pussy, drenching his mouth. The sounds of him devouring me heightens my orgasm to an otherworldly plane of magical proportions.

  Oh dear God, he’s amazing!

  Grunting against my sated flesh, he reaches his own release, spewing thick streams of come onto his smooth, hairless stomach.

  Dismounting Big, I drop into the bed beside him with a deep, satisfied breath, and a wide satiated smile plastered across my face. “That was awesome,” I whisper, turning onto my side, my eyes landing on the sticky puddle of come, resting on his abs. I don’t ask, I just do. And I lean up, sweetly trailing the tiniest of kisses along his stomach, flaring baby goose flesh in my wake as I poke my tongue out to taste his salty essence.

  A man’s come can tell you a lot about them. If they taste good to you, it’s a good sign, in my opinion, that you are supposed to be fooling around with this man. Big’s come doesn’t disappoint. It’s tangy in a pleasantly addictive way. It’s divine. Sweeping my tongue over the rest of his hardened abs, I clean him off. And he lets me without protest.

  “Did you like it?” He quirks up a single frisky brow and a naughty half smirk that says it all. He liked that I tasted his come, which is a good thing because I enjoyed it too.

  “Yes.” I blush, looking away, feeling slightly self-conscious about my confession.

  “Don’t do that,” he admonishes, pinching my chin and turning it so I’m forced to meet his penetrating ice-blue gaze. “It makes things easier that you like it.”

  “Makes what easier?” I sheepishly ask, nervously biting my bottom lip.

  “Enough about that right now. Help me up?” He brushes my question off, and I let it go. Once more, I shuffle off the end of his bed and meet him by the edge, where I tug his legs off the side and wrap my arm under his back to help him sit up and stand. It takes a moment for his stiff muscles to loosen, but he’s soon able to walk into the bathroom on his own. Reluctantly, I let him tend to himself without assistance.

  “You’re sure you don’t need my help?” I yell from the other side of the closed bathroom door.

  “I’m fine, Sugar Tits. You can re-bandage me when I’m through. Yeah?” he replies.

  “Yeah.”

  I leave him to it and exit the room. I’ll be damned if a t-shirt with no panties or bra on is going to stop me from wandering into the kitchen, like I did when I was a child. Inside the kitchen, Gunz, Blimp, and Viper are seated on stools at the stainless steel island munching on some grub, animatedly conversing about something club related.

  “Heyyyyy, Bink,” Viper hotly drawls. “How ya holdin’ up?”

  “I’m fine. Just here to get me and Big some food.” Tiptoeing around the kitchen I’ve used since I can remember, I grab some paper plates from the cupboard and skirt around the room, snatching up the proper ingredients to wrestle Big and I up some sandwiches, dill pickle spears, BBQ Ballreich potato chips, and a can of Dew for me and a glass of milk for him.

  That’s one nice thing about Big. I know what he likes to eat and what he doesn’t. The best part is he likes most food. That man’s like a human garbage disposal if you feed him what he craves. If it’s not his favorite, he’ll eat it, but he never comes back for seconds. That’s why I no longer make ham and bean soup. That was the first time I truly noticed his tell. He ate it with a smile and forthright appreciation. But, he never came back for seconds.

  “How’s Big?” Gunz asks, chewing on what looks to be a meatball sub.

  “I’m fine,” Big grumbles, entering into the kitchen, tattooed and shirtless. Wearing only a pair of jeans, the tops of his CK boxers poking out. “I thought you were going to patch me up.”

  I hold up his tall glass of milk. “I thought you might be hungry, seeing as though you need all the strength you can get after being shot.”

  Big savagely growls, and I jump, startled, my heart leaping into my throat.

  “Viper,” Big seethes. “Stop lookin’ at her that way.”

  Viper dirtily smirks in my direction. “Lookin’ at her what way, Prez?”

  Viper’s expression when he looks at me is always the same. I don’t see why there is any difference now.

  “Like you want to eat her for lunch,” Big snaps.

  Oh…

  “But I do want to eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Viper honestly states, without an ounce of mockery. My eyes widen in surprise at his declaration. How he’s gone from apologizing on his knees to this in the matter of days is astounding and border-lining on suicidal.

  Big Dick advances on him one sure footstep at a time. Viper remains in his stool, unfazed when Big cruelly grips his shoulder, digging fingers into his flesh.

  “She’s off limits,” Big declares.

  “I know that, Prez.” Viper glances over his shoulder, momentarily locking eyes with Big, his face unreadable. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have her for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Never said I was gonna. I know she’s yours.”

  His? Huh? That’s never going to happen. Not possible.

  “I’m not his,” I emphasize, breaking into this little battle of my cock is bigger than yours. “I am no one’s.”

  “Yeah, Bink, you might think that. But whose bed were you in last night?” Viper evenly inquires, shaking off Big’s hand. Big drops it to his side, his eyes once again drinking in the sight of me. And once more I feel the sear of his gaze that lands inconveniently between my legs.

  My stomach clenches. “Big’s.”

  “Right…and I just heard you come all the way in here, which would say that he’s doing more than just sleeping with you,” Viper explains in a friendly manner.

  With one hand resting on my hip, I express, “So I got off, and that means I’m his? Since when does a woman having relations with a brother mean she’s theirs? Dixie and all the other whores do it all of the fuckin’ time.”

  “But…see…there’s the thing. They are whores. You’re not,” Viper says. Gunz and Blimp both nod their heads in agreement. Well, shit.

  “Am I yours?” I look Big straight in the eyes, and then it happens. Everything in my world transforms with a simple expression of domination, a curt nod, and a passing of affirmation though life-altering eye contact.

  “What?” I croak, wetting my lips. “I am yours? You’re claiming me?” The words stick to my tongue like thick taffy. They’re awful pouring from my lips. I don’t want this at all. I did not ask for this or sign up for it. No way, no fuckin’ how, is this happening.

  “Not yet,” Big admits.

  “What the fuck do you mean? Not yet?” I snap, pounding my first into the top of the island. Frustrated.

  This cannot be happening! How did this all happen in what? Four days? How does this materialize in four days? One day I’m working, living my life like I have for years. Then the next day Big licks my pussy and likes it, and now he’s claiming me? And we’re on lockdown so I can’t leave this hellacious mind fuck of epic proportions. How does this shit even compute? Pussy lickin’, Big getting shot, me beating a woman within the inch of her life, and now this? What. The. Motherfucking. Hell is wrong with this picture? Besides everything!

  “Let us talk ‘bout this alone.” Big calmly tries to reason with me, but I am not having it at all. Fuck that! I chuck my can of Dew at his head. Ducking to the side, it misses him. Dammit!

  He smirks! Ugh!!

  “No, we will not talk about this at all. You are twenty years older than me. You are almost the same age as my dad!” I screech at the top of my lungs. “You do not get to eat my pussy like a sex God, and then claim me. It doesn’t work that way! I get a say! And I say no way in fucking hell!”

  “I’m sorry, baby, but you don’t get a say.” He is eerily calm, and it fuels my fire to the hundredth degree. What a dickhead!

  “The hell I don’t! You can’t force me into this shit. I don’t want to be claimed! I never wanted that! Yes, I wanted to be fucked by your big fat cock. Every fuckin’ woman in the world who has seen it, does. Can ya really blame me? But I do not want to be with you! Don’t you get that?” I huff, heaving through breath, my throat becoming scratchy from screaming so loudly.

  “Calm down, will ya?” he insists, lovingly.

  Yuck! Lovingly. Ick! I shiver in disgust, tossing all the sexual feelings that consume me into the garbage disposal and turning on full bore, crushing it up and washing it down my proverbial drain. This is over. No more. I’m done.

  “No. I will not calm down until you tell me why!”

  “I can’t tell you why.” Big begins pacing the kitchen, and I join in on the opposite side of the room, mirroring his movements. My fists are balled at my sides. The dull ache in my forearms is gone, my adrenaline washing it away. For now.

  “That’s not good enough, Big,” I angrily mutter under my breath, grinding my jaw.

  “What I can tell you is this - you will know everything after my birthday.”

  “What the hell does your birthday have to do with the tea in China?” I have this deep need to knee him in the nuts right now. Ugh!! Fucking asshole!

  “It has everything to do with the past twelve and a half agonizing years of my life.”

  Stopping in my tracks, I aggravatingly snap to face him. “Fine, Big. You’ll tell me everything when your birthday comes, which is a week and a half away. But, until then, you will not see me. You will not talk to me. You will stay the hell away from me. And you will give up on this silly notion that I will ever be your old lady. You and I are not going to work that way. And you, sir, are a male whore who sleeps around too goddammed much to have an old lady like me. I do not share. I do not want an old man. And I sure as shit don’t want the world’s largest control freak, dictating my life more than he already does! Ya got me?”

  I don’t say another word, as I barrel out of the kitchen full speed ahead, leaving my food and sanity behind.

  Running down the hall and out the back door, I am blasted in the face with cold rain. Choosing to ignore it, I jog toward Big’s house since I have no place else to go. Axel is out front when I arrive and he slides to the side, allowing me to pass as I enter the house with an oversized wet t-shirt clinging to my every curve and my short blonde hair matted to my head. Once I reach the basement, it’s rather lively with the four old ladies sitting around and gossiping. I’m elated their day is obviously going better than mine.

  “Hi, Bink.” Debbie smiles my way as I enter the room.

  “Why don’t you go shower, then join us? I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate.” Candy Cane adds.

  Better to be with them than alone. I nod and go back into Big’s bedroom. I hate that I am staying here. I hate it so much. Fuck my life! See? I told you, it’s in utter disarray. This shit is the case and motherfucking point.

  Gathering some of my clothes and discarding his wet t-shirt into the garbage, I head into the bath. The shower feels amazing pelting my back. My arms ache and burn as the hot water cascades down them. I relish in the pain. Feeling the pain is much better than the ache of deception that is gnawing ruthlessly at my gut. How could I have been so blind to think this would be a simple wham, bam, thank you ma’am thing with Big? I loathe him right now, and what I hate even more is myself for getting in this deep and enjoying it so much. I can’t deny I like his sexual attention. The man is amazing in bed. And I’m a horny broad that wants her pussy licked, with no strings attached. Can you really blame me? Is life really that hard that I can’t get a simple, licky lick without someone going all caveman?

  I don’t want anything more than that. I don’t want to be his old lady or anyone’s for that matter. Dear God, just thinking about it has me curling forward and holding my stomach to keep from puking. I can’t do this. I think I want kids. He doesn’t. Shit, he’d probably be dead before they’d even be out of high school. He would also be a cheater, fucking club whores every week. And what would I do? Let him dictate my whole life with his control freak kind of ways? Hell no!

  I shake my head from the depressing thoughts and finish washing up before I hop out. No more contemplating any of this bogus bullshit. Why am I thinking about it anyhow? All of it would only be possible if I wanted to be his old lady in the first place. If I cared about him in that sort of way, which I don’t. How could I? I mean, look at him. Well, you know…not physically. But the whole package… Ah, shit…that doesn’t work either. So don’t think about any of it at all. Yup, that’s perfect. I’m not going to think about any of it and don’t you think about it either. Get this into your head as well. Big and Bink are not happening. Capiche?