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It was one little word, but it was huge.
Memphis wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. “Kiss me, Six.”
My lips connected with hers, and my body settled on top of her. Her hands roamed over my back and tugged up the hem of my shirt.
Our lips moved together, tasting and enjoying each other.
I wanted this more than my next breath, but I also knew I needed to take it slow. Memphis had said she wanted this, but I knew things could change in an instant. One touch might bring back memories she had buried deep.
She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “I always wondered how many tattoos you had,” she whispered. Her eyes roamed over my chest as her fingers traced the words there. “Your mom?” she asked.
I nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yeah. She died when I was eleven.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, doll. She had demons chasing her that caught up to her too soon.”
“But she must have been good if you put her name on you forever.”
I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “She did the best she could.” My mom’s life was tumultuous, but at the end of the day, I knew she loved me.
“And of course you have the Royal Bastards on you,” she laughed.
In the center of my chest, I had the Bastards’ patch tattooed on me. For a long time, I was on my own, looking for a purpose. The second I had walked into the Royal Bastards clubhouse, I knew I had found my family. “Yeah, I guess I’m stuck with them for life now.”
“Is that how that works?” she laughed.
I pulled her hand from my chest and leaned down. “Yeah, tattoos are pretty permanent.”
“You’re such a goofball, Six,” she laughed. “I had no idea tattoos were permanent.”
“Yeah, and now you’re stuck with me. Goofball and all.”
“Like a tattoo?” she giggled.
“Such a smartass.” I delved my fingers into her hair and tipped her head back. “I might have to keep that mouth busy if you get too sassy.”
“Oh, yeah?” she gasped. “Just how are you going to do that?”
I covered her lips with mine, and she sighed lightly.
Our mouths moved together while our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I sat back, lifting her with me, and pulled her shirt over her head. Our mouths left each other for a second, and we were back together instantly.
I struggled to free the clasp of her bra but finally managed to unhook it and slip it down her arms.
Her lips roamed away from my mouth and down my chest. She planted a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back onto the bed. She straddled my hips and put her hands on the fly of my jeans.
“You taking control, doll?” I laughed. I put my hands behind my head and chuckled. “I’m good with whatever you want, doll.”
If Memphis wanted to take the reins, topless, I was more than okay to just sit back and enjoy.
“I’m not doing all of the work, Six.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my chest. “But I am willing to do my part.”
She shifted back and kneeled between my legs. She popped open the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Why am I not surprised you don’t wear underwear?” she laughed. My dick popped out and bobbed in front of her.
“Easy access?” I laughed.
She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and stroked up. “That is a fact.”
My laugh morphed into a groan, and I balled my hands into fists. “Holy fuck, Memphis,” I hissed.
She licked her lips and squeezed her hand around me. “Feel good?’ she whispered.
Good? It felt fucking amazing. “Yeah, doll. Fucking great.”
She scooted her knees back of bit and licked her lips. Her eyes were hungry with need, and she lowered her head over my dick. “I wonder what you taste like.”
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, holy motherfucking fuck.
Her mouth enveloped my cock, and she closed her lips around me. Her tongue caressed the shaft, and a low moan escaped my lips.
She slowly moved up and down while her hand massaged my balls. Her other hand held the base of my dick and helped guide me in and out of her mouth.
“Holy shit, doll.” Her mouth was like a fucking Dyson on my flesh. Each time she pulled up, she sucked so hard my balls tightened and I felt like I was going to explode down her throat.
I delved my fingers into her hair and pulled it away from her face. I watched as my dick disappeared in and out of her mouth. She moaned with pleasure and squeezed the base of my cock.
“Oh, yeah, baby, just like that.” I thrust my hips up as she pulled back, not wanting to lose her touch.
She bobbed back down, and I knew I was ready to explode.
I pulled her off my dick, grabbed her around the waist, and flipped her onto her back. I covered her with my body, and my fingers covered her mound. “God, you make me so fucking hot, Memphis.” I covered her mouth with mine and used my fingers to part the lips of her pussy.
She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Six,” she gasped.
I needed to be gentle with her. I needed to take my time, but her moans and lush body were driving me insane. Her sweet mouth wrapped around my dick had driven me off the deep end.
I prayed to God she wouldn’t want me to stop, but I knew I would if I felt even one second of hesitation from her.
She was dripping wet, and my fingers glided over her clit.
She bucked under my touch, and her eyes snapped shut.
I watched her pleasure wash over her while my fingers teased and played with her. I delved my fingers into her hair and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
She mewled into my mouth and cocked her legs wide. I trailed kisses down her throat and onto her breasts. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and she shouted my name.
Her hips rocked up, and her nails bit into my back. “You like that, doll?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, God, Six.” Her heels dug into the bed, and if I hadn’t been covering her, she might have levitated right off the mattress.
“I wanna come with you, doll,” I whispered.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, please. Please, Six.”
I positioned myself between her legs while my fingers continued to stroke her clit. “If you need me to stop, just say it, Memphis. You’re in control.” I didn’t want to keep reminding her, but I didn’t want her to think for one second that she wasn’t calling all the shots. I didn’t want her to think I was taking something she didn’t want to give.
Her eyes opened, and they connected with mine. “It’s you, Six. I only want you.”
Her words were exactly what I needed to hear. She knew it was me with her. She knew I was going to take care of her.
She wanted me.
I slowly slipped inside her, the walls of her pussy squeezing my dick.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
“Eyes, Memphis. I need to see your eyes. I want you to know who’s inside of you right now.”
They slowly opened and connected with mine. “I could never forget it’s you, Six.”
I moved inside her. Our bodies joined and our eyes never wavering from each other.
My hand reached down, and I circled her clit with my finger.
She gasped in surprise and called my name like it was a prayer.
My release was close, and I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I was going to explode inside her.
Every move I made felt like electricity coursing through my veins. My body was on fire for Memphis, and I knew nothing would ever be able to extinguish the flames.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop,” Memphis gasped.
Her body tightened around me, and her pussy milked my dick.
I drove into her, my body needing her.
“Come for me, Memphis. Come for me,” I groaned.
She shouted my name, and her eyes slammed shut. She convulsed around me and clenched the sheet in her hands. “God, yes!”
My release slammed into me, and I exploded into her pussy. I pumped my cum inside of her and let out a loud groan.
She relaxed under me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed kisses to my damp skin. A light giggle erupted from her lips. “Well, wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” I laughed. I collapsed on top of her and gathered her in my arms. I rolled over onto my back, and she laid her head on my shoulder. “Did I make the cut?”
She busted out laughing. “You more than made the cut.”
“Thank God,” I moaned. “Though I’m more than willing to do that again if you need to think about it.”
She trailed her fingers over my chest and sighed. “I mean, if you want to do that again we can, but I’ve already made up my mind. You’re my Six now.”
Thank fucking God.
I had given her time.
I had shown her I was willing to wait ‘til the end of time for her.
Everything I did, I did it in a way to make her feel safe. Right here in my arms was where Memphis belonged, and I thanked God she knew it.
Her breathing evened out, and she sighed softly. “Can I ask you something?” she whispered.
“Anything, doll. I’ll tell you anything you want to hear.” I was an open book to Memphis. I had nothing to hide from her.
“Well, in that case, I have two things to ask you,” she laughed.
“Well, start with the first one.” I grabbed a strand of her hair and twirled it around my finger.
“How did you get the name Six-Gun?”
“Honestly?” I laughed.
“I thought that’s what we were doing?” she chuckled. “Honesty.”
Well, this was going to be embarrassing. “Uh, well, when I was about three, my mother got me a couple of toy guns and a holster.”
“That is not what I thought you were going to say,” Memphis laughed. “I planned on hearing some badass story about you and the club.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Just wait, doll. You’ll know what a real badass is once you hear this story.” I cleared my throat and grabbed a pillow to shove under my head. “When I was about three, my mom bought me these six-guns and so I put them on. We lived with my grandparents, and my grandpa was constantly watching John Wayne westerns.”
Memphis giggled. “How cute.”
“So, my mom was trying to potty train me, and I would just run around naked most of the day since I was running to the potty fifteen times a day.” I cleared my throat. “And in my little three-year-old brain, just because I wasn’t wearing any clothes, didn’t mean I couldn’t wear my six-guns.”
“Oh, my God,” Memphis gushed. “You ran around naked with nothing on but a holster and guns?”
That was exactly what I did. Even after I was potty trained, I was known to do it from time to time. “Yup. I thought I was John Wayne and always needed to have my guns on me to protect Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa.”
“I bet you were the cutest little boy,” she sighed.
That wasn’t the end of the story. “So, every time John Wayne was in the middle of a showdown or needed to pull his gun, my grandpa would holler out ‘six-gun’ and then I whipped out my guns and shot the bad guys on the screen.”
“Oh,” Memphis sighed.
“So, it sort of morphed into everyone calling me Six-Gun and it’s stuck with me since.” Though none of the guys in the club knew the true origins of the name. If they did, I would never hear the end of it.
“I like it,” she sighed. “I totally thought you were going to say you got the name because you killed so many guys with your six-gun or something.”
“No, but if anyone says that’s how I got my name, don’t deny it. That sounds more badass than a naked three-year-old walking around and pretending to shoot bad guys on the TV.”
Memphis laughed lightly and sighed. “Your secret is safe with me, Six.”
“What was your other question?”
She held up two fingers. “I now have two more. What is your real name?”
“Ryder.”
She tipped her head back and smiled. “I like that.”
I shrugged. “I don’t mind it. Six-Gun is just what stuck with me.”
“Can I call you it?”
“If you want. I don’t promise that I’ll answer to it right away. Been Six-Gun since I was three except for when I was in school, and eventually, even the teachers called me Six instead of Ryder.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
It was what it was. “So what is your other question?”
She sighed and laid her head back on my chest. “Now I don’t want to ask it because it was sort of a smartass question.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“No.”
“Memphis,” I called. “Ask me the damn question. If anything, I’ll have a smartass answer for you.”
She pursed her lips. “You said you would tell me anything, right?”
I nodded.
“So, what’s going on with the whole Leona and Menace thing?”
“Fucking hell, Memphis,” I moaned. “That is the one thing I can’t tell you.”
“Oh, come on! You’re the one who said you’re an open book,” she protested.
“I’m an open book to you. The club is not,” I clarified.
“But you are the club, so if you’re an open book to me, then the club should be also.”
I shook my head. “Nice try, doll. Not going to work on me.”
She huffed and pouted out her bottom lip. “Then I guess I’ll have to go with plan B then.”
“Plan B? What the hell is that?”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Six. You have the club to worry about, and I have plan B to worry about.” She tapped her fingers on my chest. “I guess you could say it’s sister business.”
“Sister business?” I laughed. “What in the hell is that?”
“I would tell you, but what happens with the sisters, stays with the sisters. You’re not a part of the sisterhood, Six.”
“You’re pulling my leg, Memphis,” I laughed.
She shrugged and snuggled into my arm. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll never know since its sister business.”
“Does this have to do with Raelyn?” I guessed.
She shrugged and yawned. “Hmm, good night, handsome. I’m pretty tired from our little workout.”
I flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head. She startled and looked up at me surprised. “Lordy, man,” she laughed. “Give a girl some warning before you flip her over like a pancake.”
“Sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to surprise you.” Fuck. I had worked so hard for her to trust me, and then I went and did that shit? I was surprised she didn’t rear back and punch me in the face.
She reached up and brushed her fingers over my cheek. “It’s okay, Six. I’m not that fragile. You going caveman on me was kind of hot.”
“Even when I go caveman, you still have a choice, Memphis. You don’t like it, knee me in nuts.”
She reached down between us. “I’d much rather play with your balls than knee you in them.” She gave them a light squeeze. “Even when you go caveman on me.”
“You’re distracting me from this whole plan B thing,” I grunted.
Her other hand snaked down between us and grabbed my shaft. She stroked me gently and smiled. “I know.”
“You keep doing that, and you’re gonna have a situation on your hands.”
She smiled wide and leaned up to press a kiss to my lips. “I hope it’s a hard situation.”
Half an hour later, we landed in a disheveled heap on the bed.
“Glad I could take care of that situation for you,” Memphis yawned.
I gathered her in my arms and pulled the covers over us. “You can handle that hard situation anytime you want, doll.”
She hummed softly and drifted off to sleep.
Memphis was fully mine now.
Now I had to keep it that way.
I had thought she was pretty shy and reserved, but her latest antics and mention of a plan B that she wouldn’t tell me about proved that to be wrong.
Memphis was a sassy smartass, and I couldn’t help but love it.