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  Dressing in jeans and a green t-shirt, I lie on the bed and wait for Her Majesty, Queen of Stubbornness, to come out of the shower. She takes her damned sweet time, so I sit and wait patiently.

  Red comes out with a towel around her hair, and another around her body.

  “What the hell took you so long?” I ask, though I have a fair idea what she’s going to say.

  “I had to get myself off when you decided to be a prick.”

  “I could’ve done that for you.” I smirk and know her hot-headed temper is bound to goad her into saying something to me.

  She takes the towel off her body and throws it at me. Damned tease. She prances around the bedroom naked, looking for clothes.

  Phoenix goes over to the bags that are still lying on the floor where she dumped them yesterday. She bends at the waist, ass in the air and legs slightly spread, showing off her asshole and pussy.

  “Hmmm, what should I wear?” she asks herself as I see her hand start to travel up the apex of her thighs.

  Damn her, there’s only so much self-control I can muster if she starts playing with herself.

  “Can you not do that?” I ask as I sit up in bed.

  “Do what?” she says, all false innocence, as she reaches around to her ass.

  Holy shit, if she fingers her ass, I’m gonna lose it and fuck her right now.

  “Please, Red, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t touch yourself like that.”

  “What are you talking about?” She peers around at me from beneath her straightened legs, moves her hand to her mouth and sucks on her pointer finger.

  Fuck me. She’s going to, isn’t she?

  “Don’t finger yourself, please,” I beg her, not really wanting her to stop, but I know she won’t let me touch her either, and that will make my already blue balls unbearable.

  Her hand goes around to her ass again, and she rims her puckered hole with her finger. I stand and take a step toward her, my cock still hard from the shower. But now, I’m only holdin’ onto the smallest thread of control with my fingernails.

  Phoenix’s finger slips into her ass, and her eyes close as a moan slides past her lips.

  Fuck!

  “Can I touch you?” I ask as I take another step closer.

  “Are you going to keep calling me Red?”

  What the hell? This is all ‘cause of that?

  Damn, I wanna fuck her though.

  “No,” I say as I gulp down the giant golf ball of arousal sitting in my throat.

  “Sorry?” she says as her finger begins to slowly thrust in and out of her ass while she’s bent over, exposing every succulent part of herself.

  “No, I won’t call you Red ever again.” I sound like a pussy-whipped, spineless cock.

  “Good,” she says as she takes her finger out of her ass and straightens up.

  What. The. Hell?

  She grabs a pair of panties from a bag and slides them up over her hips, which is quickly followed by a bra, a t-shirt, then jeans, and a pair of flip-flops.

  She strolls past me into the bathroom and washes her hands.

  “What just happened?” I ask her when she comes out of the bathroom.

  “I might give you a blow job after the barbecue tonight, but until then, every time you want to call me Red, think of what you’ll be missing. Now, are you going to take me to town so I can get shit for this cook-out?”

  She waltzes past me to the door of the bedroom, opens it and turns down the hall.

  Well played, Red, well fucking played.

  Grit: Chapter 16

  “So why is the club having this barbecue thing?” Phoenix asks me as she makes me push a shopping cart around the grocery store.

  “What the hell are you buying here, Nix? The whole fucking store? You just gotta make a salad or some shit like that.” I look down at the cart and there’s all sorts of crap in here, toilet paper, deodorant, razors and more.

  “Are you going to tell me or do I buy a package of crackers and some cheese and call it good?”

  “The old ladies heard what happened to Sandy, so they wanna get together and show her their support. They talked us into havin’ a cookout tonight. They thought it might help Sandy to relax or some shit, I don’t know.”

  “What exactly do you guys mean by a cookout?” Red, I mean, Nix asks as she goes down the candy aisle and picks up a chocolate bar, putting it in the cart.

  “You’ll end up fat if you eat stuff like that,” I say as I point to the candy bar.

  “And you’ll end with no damned teeth if you keep talking shit.”

  “What are the ‘old ladies’ bringing?” she asks as she air quotes and makes a stupid face.

  “Fucked if I know. Call ‘em and ask ’em.”

  “First, you won’t let me near a phone, although I have to say you don’t keep a very good on eye on me ‘cause I called Milina when Lion took me into town yesterday. And second, why would I call them?”

  “’Cause that’s what you’re supposed to do, talk with the other old ladies and get to know them. And who the hell is Milina?” I stop pushing the cart and can feel my eyebrows furrowing together in the first waves of anger.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “That’s what you’re supposed to do, now that you’re with me. Now who’s Milina?”

  “I’m not an old lady.”

  “You’re my old lady. Who the hell is Milina?”

  “I’m not your anything.”

  “I’ve claimed you, and you’re not going anywhere. Now, for fuck’s sake, who the hell is this Milina?”

  “You’ve claimed me? Are you serious? What am I, a piece of meat?”

  “Hi, Jaeger,” says some girl in pig-tails, tight little short-shorts, and a tube top thing that just barely covers her nipples. She walks past Phoenix and me in the candy aisle. Looking straight at me, she licks her lips and then bites on the bottom one.

  Who the hell is she?

  “Oh I see. I’m supposed to be claimed like you claimed her?” Phoenix says as she points to Miss Pig-tails who’s standing a few feet away, smiling at me.

  “I don’t even know who the hell she is.”

  “You don’t remember me?” Miss Pig-tails asks, pouting. “You said I gave you the best head you’ve ever had,” the chick says in a shaky and distraught voice.

  “No offense, darlin’. But I tell everyone who blows me that.”

  “I thought you liked me,” she says as she starts to sob.

  Fuck, not another one bringing on the waterworks.

  “Nah, not really, now do you mind? We’re talking here,” I say to Miss Pig-tails as I shoo her away with a flick of my wrist.

  “You really are something else, Jaeger,” Phoenix states, putting her hands on her hips.

  “Thanks. Who’s this Milina chick?” I watch Miss Pig-tails turn and leave down the aisle, still crying. Whatever.

  Phoenix’s jaw is clenched together and her lips are in a thin line. If she was a dragon she’d be breathing fire right about now.

  “My best friend,” she finally replies.

  “Great. I wanna meet her, make sure she’s good for you. Invite her around tonight.” I hand Nix my phone and she looks down at my outstretched hand with a perplexed look. “What’s the problem? Call her.”

  “Fine, but I leave with her when she goes.”

  “Nope. That ain’t gonna happen.”

  “What goes on in that pea-sized brain of yours?”

  “I think about fuckin’ you, and you suckin’ me until you cry ‘cause you can’t take any more of my cock in your mouth. I think about driving my cock into your ass, and I definitely wouldn’t mind a vibrator in your pussy while I hammer into that tight little ass of yours.”

  “For God’s sake, Jaeger, keep your voice down.” She trails a hand through her long red hair and looks over her shoulder to see if anyone’s listening.

  “It’s not a crime for me to tell my woman what I want to do to her.”

 
; “I’m not your damn woman. You have to stop this, Jaeger. We had sex. It was pretty good sex, but that’s it. There’s nothing else between the two of us.”

  Like hell. I duck around the shopping cart and grab her wrist tightly. There’s an undefinable look on her face, a cross between shock and arousal.

  “Stop. The sex was awesome, not just pretty good. And you and I are more than just fuck buddies. You belong with me, not to me, but with me. Get that through that damned thick stubborn brain of yours. You’re my old lady, period. So stop fightin’ it.”

  “Let go of me.”

  “No, not until you tell me you understand me.” I lean into her and my mouth swoops down on hers. I don’t wait for her stupid brain to catch up to her body. I just take what I want and give her what she hasn’t yet realized she needs.

  “Let me go,” she mumbles against my lips, though her body defies her. Her nipples poke out from beneath her t-shirt to rub against my chest, her mouth dances with mine, and sexy little noises come from her throat as I passionately kiss her and continue to claim her right here in the candy aisle.

  “Tell me you understand.” I slightly pull back to look into her liquefied blue orbs.

  “I get you.”

  “Say it, so I know you get it.”

  “I belong to you,” she sighs

  “See?” I ask as I take a step back. “That red hair matches your temper, but I’m not going to let it get between us. You don’t listen to anything I say, but your body knows the score. Like I said, sugar, you belong with me.”

  “Fine,” she says with resignation in her voice. “I belong with you.”

  “Great, now let’s get what my old lady needs and get out of here. She owes me a blow job.”

  Phoenix turns on her heels and walks away from me.

  Now we’re even.

  “What’s the deal between you and her? Can I try for her, or what?” Aaron asks as we sit by the fire outside, drinking beers and watching the old ladies fuss over Sandy.

  Sandy looks like shit. Her face is showing pretty bad bruising, her left eye is still almost swollen shut and she’s walking with difficulty. All the club’s old ladies are helping her out, offering whatever it is she needs to get her through.

  Phoenix looks a little lost surrounded by a sea of inked men and women. Everyone in the club looks like they belong here, all inked and pierced. Phoenix’s piercings are beneath her clothes, and although she has a small tattoo of a phoenix on her hip, she still sticks out.

  The other old ladies look her over, though like the stubborn person she is, she continues to stand outside the circle as she lets them all know she’s not going to put up with their crap.

  “You try and we’ll have to settle it on the pavement, old school,” I say to Aaron as I swig from my beer then light up a smoke.

  “She’s got you by the balls.”

  “That she does,” I say as I laugh and take a deep drag. But I keep my eyes on Phoenix.

  Phoenix turns her head and looks over at me, catching sight of how I’m eye-fuckin’ her and she smiles. She takes the few steps over to where Aaron and I are sitting.

  “Milina will be here shortly; she said about eight,” Phoenix says with excitement in her voice.

  I stub the smoke out and reach out to grab Phoenix and kiss her. She backs away from me and knits her eyebrows together and looks at Aaron.

  “No secrets in this club,” Aaron says with a laugh, and drinks from his beer.

  Phoenix shrugs her shoulders and walks away, going toward the gate to wait for her friend.

  “Stay inside, don’t leave the property.”

  She shoots me a ‘go jump’ look and keeps walking.

  “You, my best friend, are truly screwed with that one.” Aaron chuckles and goes back to his beer.

  “Lion,” I call to him from across the pit fire.

  Lion jogs around to me and stands in front of me. “Yeah, boss,” he says.

  “Shadow her. Make sure she stays inside the gates.”

  “No worries, boss.”

  Lion walks away to find Phoenix and Aaron chuckles again.

  “What the hell is going on with you? She’s got your balls and it looks like she’s got you by the short ‘n’ curlies, too. Is there anything left of you? ‘Cause you’re really pussy-whipped.”

  “Piss off, VP. I just wanna make sure she’s alright.”

  “Why wouldn’t she be?”

  “The Crowes want her as payment for what Ward owed them, and Cain was asking about her, too. I’m not sure how he knew about her, but he did.”

  “What did he say?” Aaron sits back in his chair and crosses one leg over the knee.

  “Just that she’s someone that can be useful to him.”

  “How so?”

  “He wouldn’t say exactly, just that she’d be useful.”

  “Who’s going to the meet tomorrow? You taking Sarge?”

  “Yeah, you stay here and hold down the fort. Sarge can come with me. I’ll bring the offer back to the table.”

  “Hmmm,” Aaron says as he brings the bottle to his mouth again. “She staying here?”

  “Yeah.” Before I get a chance to saying anything, Phoenix walks back, giggling and laughing with her friend Milina.

  Milina is shorter than Nix, dark hair loosely falling over her shoulders. Damn, she’s a hottie too. She’s wearing jeans and a sweater with flat shoes. I can’t help but look her up and down. Maybe Nix wouldn’t mind a threesome with her.

  “Hey, is this Milina?” I ask as I feel myself cock an eye brow, getting a serious hard-on at the thought of Milina eating Nix’s pussy as I sit back and watch them.

  “Yeah. Jaeger this is Milina; Milina this is Jaeger and Aaron,” Nix says as she points me out then Aaron.

  “Hi there,” Milina says, voice full of confidence. But the way she’s slightly turned to her side, I can tell she’s intimidated by us.

  “Red–shit, I mean Nix, come here,” I catch myself, I think, before she hears me. But her eyebrows shoot up and she tilts her head to the side. “I meant to say Nix. It was a slip of the tongue.”

  Milina laughs and Phoenix shakes her head.

  “Well, hopefully I can slip my tongue into your cunt later,” I say as I wink at Phoenix.

  “You’re an ass,” Phoenix snaps and grabs Milina by the upper arm, dragging her away.

  I look over at Aaron and shrug. What’s wrong with her now?

  Aaron’s laughing hard. “What?” I ask and light up another smoke.

  “Do you even have a filter? You can’t say shit like that to regular girls.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause they don’t like it. It pisses them off.”

  “You kidding? She’s probably already wet, and will most likely ride me hard later on when her friend leaves. So what’s the issue?”

  Seriously? What the hell is the problem?

  Open communication, isn’t that what chicks want? Touchy-feely shit? Don’t they love being cuddled and held and told how much we want them? That’s sort of what I’m doing here and she just keeps pushing me away.

  “If it’s just a chick you’re banging, then say whatever the hell you want to them, ‘cause they most likely love that crap. But saying it to a chick you actually care about? That’s suicide, my friend. Even I know that.”

  “Says the self-confessed manwhore,” I say and chuckle.

  “Man, do what you want. Just saying, she ain’t gonna put up with that from you for too much longer.”

  “Whatever. I’m getting in touch with my feminine side, or whatever the girls say, ‘cause I like that pussy and wanna keep her around. I think she gets turned on every time I open my mouth.”

  Aaron laughs again, shaking his head, and I keep an eye on my girl as she walks down the food table with Milina. Milina’s laughing at something that Nix has said, and it’s obvious they’re long-time friends.

  “Who’s the chick?” Sarge’s voice snaps me out of the eye-fuckin’ I was giv
ing Nix.

  “Milina, Phoenix’s best friend,” I answer as he takes the empty seat on the other side of Aaron.

  “Hmmm,” Sarge says and looks over at Milina.

  The girls come back carrying a plate of food each. There’s a spare chair near the fire pit and Sarge drags it over beside him.

  Phoenix looks around for another chair, but there isn’t a spare one anywhere. “Here,” I say as I grab her hips and guide toward my knees.

  “What are you doing?” Nix asks.

  “If you wanna sit on the ground you can.” I let go of her hips, letting her make her own mind up.

  She reluctantly sits on my lap and Milina sits beside Sarge. He turns his back to us and starts talking to Milina.

  And by talking, I mean I can hear more than just the usual grunts coming from him.

  “I’m outta here. Let me know about tomorrow,” Aaron stands and takes a step away.

  “What’s happening tomorrow?” Nix asks as she forks some pasta salad and pops it into her mouth.

  “Club business,” both Aaron and I say in unison.

  Nix starts to stand from sitting on my lap, and my arms tighten around her hips.

  “Where are you going?” I whisper in her ear as I cement her to me.

  “Moving seats now that Aaron’s going.” She scoops up some more food on the fork and eats it.

  “I like to watch your mouth, so stay here.”

  She looks down at me and smiles. Her eyes have darkened and her lips curl up at the edges.

  See, I was right. She loves it when I talk dirty to her.

  “What about my mouth do you like to look at?” She takes another bite of her food, slower, more sexy.

  “I can’t wait until you wrap it around my cock. The way you pop your tongue out and lick your lips is driving me crazy.”

  “Is that all you want me to do? Get down on my knees and suck your dick?” My cock is flaring up as she teases me with her words and body.

  “You really want to hear what I want you to do?”

  “Only if it’s something sweet,” she says as she lowers her gaze to look at the food on her plate.

  “Sweet is me lyin’ on my back on a bed, naked, with you sitting between my wide spread legs, using both hands to cover my cock and balls with baby oil. Your warm hands slowly strokin’ my cock and rollin’ my balls with the tightest of grips. And, just as my balls start to rise, you use your finger and thumb in an old hog-tie, wrapping them around my balls as you stretch them and pull them away from my body, stopping my cum from spurting out onto those fuckin’ hot titties of yours.