Barber Shop Ink - Book 3: Riverworth

by Penny Blush

  For dessert Hedge had Lemon and Vodka sorbet and I had chocolate and banana crepes.

  “Baby, maybe in ten years’ for our anniversary we can be here together in London and have this meal again,” she said taking a sip of wine. “Because, if I wasn’t already engaged to you, I would want to marry that meal.”

  “Anything you want my love,” I said saluting her with my whisky glass.

  “Memphis, I know you don’t want to talk about it but, tomorrow if anything happens I need you to know some things.”

  “No, Jupiter no. We will not discuss this, and you will not talk like you are not coming home, because you are. Do you hear me?”

  “I know we said we wouldn’t,” she started before I cut her off.

  “Then don’t. Don’t have the ‘just in case’ talk with me,” I pleaded.

  I didn’t want her talking like she wasn’t coming back. I didn’t want her talking like I would never see her again. I didn’t want to even entertain the thought I would never get to touch her, kiss her, taste her, make love to her again. Even if I had to follow her in to the afterlife, I would have her in my arms again.

  “Memphis, I just wanted to say if anything happens. Jax has a USB with everything on it. Instructions, files, passwords. Everything. I just wanted you to know. Oh, and Jax gets my bike,” she smiled.

  “Fine,” I muttered knowing as much as I didn’t like it, it was information I needed to know. “Now that, all of that unpleasantness is over with I have a question for you.”

  “Yes, Memphis I will marry you,” She giggled.

  “Damn straight you will, but that was not what I planned on asking. What I want to know is what time do you need to go to bed to make sure you have enough sleep and are well rested for tomorrow?”

  “Well, it’s almost eight PM now. I should probably be in bed by midnight but realistically, I don’t think my chances of getting a good night sleep are all that good.”

  I knew what she was like. Hedge is a meticulous planner. She would triple check all her plans making sure she knew every plan, every back-up plan, and every back up to the backup plan by heart. Then she would check and make sure that all her weapons were loaded and sharpened. That thought alone meant that until she was back in my arms I would not sleep, I would be restless and cranky as all fuck.

  “Baby Girl tell me about your day,” I said needing to change the conversation before my thoughts went dark.

  “Well, I had a nice long sleep in and then lay in bed reading for a while,” she began.

  “Which meant that you woke up at seven and read till eight,” I chuckled.

  “I made myself a healthy breakfast and then tidied up the flat.”

  “Which meant that you had a protein shake while you cleaned.”

  “I did yoga,” she giggled.

  “Which meant that you worked out until you couldn’t lift your arms and you were dripping with sweat,” I shook my head at her. “Sweetness you need to learn to relax.”

  “I relax fine when I’m around you,” her voice had gone a little breathy.

  “What else did you do?”

  “Well around noon I got a delivery from a secret admirer,” she winked at me picking up her wine glass. “I got a few actually.”

  “Oh really? What sort of deliveries?”

  “The first one was candles and bath products and instructions to have a very long relaxing bath.”

  “Tell me more about this bath.”

  Chapter 21 Jupiter

  I told him about my bath in great in-depth descriptive detail. That lead to demands to touch myself as I relived my decadent bath. Which lead to an intense orgasm that lead to us grabbing our laptops and moving to the bedroom.

  “Jupiter, strip for me,” Memphis demanded.

  “No,” I said settling myself against the pillows. “You strip for me Memphis,” I countered my voice all husky.

  “But it’s so much more fun when you do it,” he replied tilting his chin in silent instruction to get naked.

  “For you maybe, but I’m always the one left naked, needy and having to wait for you to undress and fill me. I don’t want to wait for your cock this time baby, so strip.”

  “Oh, Baby Girl, you don’t have to wait for my cock,” his voice rumbled through me sending tingling fingers of anticipation through my body. “Look in the last box.”

  The last box shaped like a shoebox with the instruction note taped to the top that read:

  Do not open until instructed.

  Even though I was now allowed to open the final box and I wanted to rip into the box like an excited kid on Christmas,

  I decided that being delicate was best. I slowly lifted the white lid of the box and removed the blue and silver delicate tissue paper from the top.

  “Umm, Baby what is this?” I asked looking back at the screen.

  “It’s me,” he shrugged smirking. “Well it’s Memphis-lite.”

  I reached into the box and lifted out a large dildo. Except it wasn’t your ordinary store-bought dildo. This was a very special unique one, it was personalised in the shape of Memphis’s cock. It was extremely lifelike with all the veins and ridges I knew so well.

  “Baby, how? Why?” I stuttered as my eyes analysed the Memphis cock in my hands.

  “Funnily enough, Jaxon gave me the idea and the kit. Don’t ask,” he laughed when I gave him a questioning look. “As for why, well not that either of us are thinking like that but if anything happens tomorrow,” he said looking off screen for a moment. “At least this way I can sort of be with you, one last time.”

  It was a weird but beautifully thoughtful gift. That had my belly flip-flopping and my pussy clenching in anticipation. I ran my hand up and down the length of it – it was the next best thing to having Memphis here with me. It felt the same only not, it was like a muted version of him. I couldn’t get over how much it felt like him. Nothing would ever compare to the real thing, but this was close. I kept running my fingers up and down the silicone shaft and over the head.

  “Stop,” Memphis growled at me. “You keep doing that and there won’t be a striptease in your future.”

  “Sorry Baby, it’s just that, I mean wow,” I said looking back at the Memphis replica. “It’s you.”

  “Yes, it is. You can use me anytime you like. Now are you getting naked or what?”

  “I love how you tried to use a loophole there my love but you first.” I tilted my chin at him to get him moving.

  “Should have let you keep playing with fake-me,” he grumbled getting off the bed. “Then I would have gotten my way.”

  “You can have your way with me when I get home, but for now it’s my way.” He continued muttering under his breath as he situated the laptop for my viewing pleasure. “Baby you know the longer you take the longer I stay clothed and the longer you have to wait until I can play with Memphis-lite.”

  That got him moving.

  He had Adele’s I Miss You, playing in the back ground. If that song doesn’t make you think of sex, there is something wrong with you.

  He slipped his jacket off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor as he toed off his shoes. Next went his tie. There is just something inherently sexy about a man who looks at you with hunger and lust in his eyes as he undresses for you. I pressed my thighs together trying to get relief as he undid his buttons and dropped his dress shirt on the floor with his jacket.

  “Memphis, please hurry,” I begged.

  I was soaking wet, so much so I think my sheer underwear were now see-through. My nipples pebbled and were so painfully tight I wanted my hands on them. Memphis unbuckled his belt, unhurriedly pulling it through the belt loops. He smirked at me, then wiped the belt through the final loop making the leather crack. The sound was like a physical stroke across my skin making my clit throb.

  “Memphis,” I gasped-moaned. Bringing my hands up to squeeze my aching breasts.

  “Baby Girl did you just have a mini-orgasm?” He asked with his hands poised o
ver the fly of his dress pants.

  “It’s possible. God Baby you are so sexy,” I panted clenching my thighs tightly. I needed friction I needed pressure. I needed Memphis. “Baby please hurry, I need you inside me.”

  Memphis growled lowering the zipper and dropping his pants and boxer briefs to the floor.

  “Sweetness as much as I love that dress on you take it off,” he said taking his thick hard cock in his hands squeezing and stroking himself.

  I stood up from the bed turning the laptop as I went. I stood with my back to the screen reached back grabbed the hidden tab, unzipping my dress. I held the fabric to my chest as I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “Drop it,” he demanded. I waited half a beat before dropping it to the floor.

  He had a full view of my body from the back with my strapless bra and panties being the only thing barely covering me. The strapless bra was a marvellous feat of engineering. I was blessed in the boob department. Any woman with a cup size above a B would know trying to find a strapless bra that was A: supportive and B: comfortable was like trying to find the holy grail. Damn impossible. But this bra was both, and it was pretty. Somehow the designers of the delicate gossamer fine lingerie had made my boobs look amazing while keeping them contained and supported.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  I turned to face him. The pale lavender fabric had tiny little roses embroidered into it that while looking pretty did nothing to hide my nipples. I think they enhanced them. My panties were so tiny they were just there for decoration because they served no functional purpose at all. They sat low on my hips and only just covered my pussy.

  “Christ Baby Girl you’re so gorgeous. Please tell me you're bringing those home with you.”

  His eyes bore into me with such intensity it made my pussy clench and weep at his absence.

  “I will, only if you promise not to tear them off me if I do because they would have cost a bomb.”

  “I make no promises, but I’ll try. Now lose them and get on the bed.”

  Chapter 22 Memphis

  I felt like I would explode. I needed to cum, but I wanted this to last as-long-as I could. I fisted my cock squeezing hard as I watched her finger fuck herself to another orgasm. She was so riled up the micro-orgasm she had while at the table, my striptease only adding to her frustration that it didn’t take too long for her to cum, screaming my name.

  “Fuck Hedge your so fucking sexy. It’s hot as hell when you scream my name as you cum. God, I’m so hard right now.”

  “Cum for me Baby please I want to watch you,” she pleaded riding out the final waves of her orgasm.

  “Together Baby Girl, together. Now grab Memphis-lite.”

  Hedge nodded and whimpered as she removed her fingers from her pussy. Her hand blindly searched the bed until she found the dildo I made for her cast from my dick. I felt like a fucking perv making the thing. I had to stay hard so that the mould would set right. I pushed those feelings aside because I knew it was all for her.

  “You need to get him ready for you Baby Girl.”

  I expected her to glide Memphis-lite through her pussy using her own juices to make the silicone copy of me slick. That is not what she did. Hedge never did what I expected. She brought the copy of my dick to her mouth. She licked it from base to tip, looking me in the eye as she brought the head to her lips sucking it into her mouth. He fingers returning to her pussy.

  “Fuck me Baby,” I groaned stroking my cock.

  She kept licking and sucking my cock-copy taking it deep into her throat. Fuck I was going to cum from just watching her finger fucking herself while sucking on a copy of me.

  “Memphis, I know this is you, but I wish you were here I want your cock in my hands, in my mouth. I want to suck, lick and stroke you until you cum so I can swallow every-last-drop,” she whimpered bringing herself closer to the edge.

  “Baby Girl, the second you get home I want you naked and ready,” I growled out barely keeping a hold on my need to blow. “We are not leaving the apartment for a week maybe longer. We have a lot of lost time to make up for. I want to taste every inch of you. The first thing I want to do is bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours and feast until I’ve had my fill. And you Sweetness are just going to have to hang on.”

  “Oh God, Baby I can’t wait any longer,” Hedge moaned as she removed her fingers from her pussy and took hold of Memphis-lite.

  “Do it,” I growled stoking myself harder and faster.

  She dragged the fake cock down her body then ran it up and down her folds before dropping her knees to the bed running it through her folds. My girl pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts moaning as she circled her clit with the tip of the dildo.

  “I fucking love you Memphis,” her words came out breathless as she pushed Memphis-lite into her pussy crying out in pleasure.

  “Fuck Baby Girl, that is so fucking hot,” I could feel my balls tightening as she fucked herself with the replica of my cock.

  “Memphis this is the best present ever,” she cried fucking herself harder and faster her hand leaving her breast to circle her clit.

  “When you get home, we are recreating this moment in person,” I groaned.

  “Only after you have fucked me for real, thirty or forty times,” she moaned. “Baby are you close?”

  “You first,” I growled.

  A few more thrusts with the cock and she came. The second my name tore from her lips I came hissing her name like it was a blessing and a curse. We both took our time riding out our orgasms revelling in the aftershocks of our pleasure while muttering declarations of love to each other.

  “Baby Girl I love you so fucking much. Once I have you back in my arms I am never letting you go.”

  “Baby, I never want you to let me go.” She rolled over dragging the laptop closer to her face. “Memphis Blue, I am so glad I met you.”

  “Jupiter Riverworth I am so glad you got fired, your boyfriend cheated on you and your home burnt down.” I couldn’t help smirking at her.

  “Me too Baby. It was one of the worst moments of my life, but it led to the best one, the moment I met you.”

  “Baby Girl I have always loved my life but until I met you I didn’t realise that I was living a half-life. It was like everything was in muted colours and then you come into my life and made me whole and my world brightened.”

  “Keep talking like that Memphis Blue and someone will marry you.”

  Chapter 23 Morningstar

  Now it’s my turn. No more planning. No more talking.

  This morning when we woke Jupiter was gone, moved to the background of our consciousness to allow me step forward. It was time for me to run the show. Jupiter was gone.

  Content to remain in hibernation for the rest of our life I let Jupiter take the reins, let her take control and live out her quiet happy existence. She deserved it after everything we had been through.

  Then Nicholas Vex threatened our family. I could no longer sit in the background waiting to see if things would work out. I poked, prodded, then demanded to be let out.

  Jupiter liked to think we were the same person, two sides of the same coin.

  She was wrong.

  Me, Morningstar, I am a completely different beast.

  Something happened to Jupiter that day in her uncle’s nightclub. What they did to her, what she did to them to survive, to stay alive, broke her, she fractured.

  That fracture let something out. That something was me.

  The trauma Jupiter suffered, splintered her, and I stepped out of the dark and came into the light.

  Jupe thought she was in control, she was the one in the driver’s seat. She was, when it came to the world seeing sweet, sassy, spunky, fun-loving Jupiter, who was in love with the giant Lumbersexual Memphis Blue. But, when it was time to kick ass, to delve into the dark and violent then it was me who had my hands firmly on the wheel.

  It was once again time for me to take control.

  Vex was w
arned, nicely, non-violently, with words. I could have made it painful and bloody, but I decided that less was more.

  I should have used more.

  I finished lacing up my ass-kicking boots and shrugged into my jacket checking out myself in the mirror. My fire red hair was sleek and shiny. My dark eyes were ringed with charcoal smoke, my lips stained blood red. I looked smoking hot if I say so myself. I dressed in my red leather cropped vest top that did wonders for my boobs. My black leather pants that fit like a second skin, making my ass look amazing.

  I knew a few females in my line of work but they all dressed like G.I. Jane all army boots and cargo pants. I may be a mob enforcer, but no one said I couldn’t look hot doing it.

  “Don’t worry Jupiter, I’ve got this. Babe you’ll be back to that giant hunk of yours in no time. Do me a favour and kiss him good and hard for me,” I winked at the mirror and blew Jupe a kiss and exited the apartment.

  A few blocks away from Brian’s Pub in an abandoned store front, I fired up two laptops, bringing up my encrypted firewalls and logged into Vex’ cameras. I went back to the pub a few days ago and installed some cameras of my own.

  Having worked with Georgiou before, I knew he would get there first. He would want any late comers to think he had been waiting on them. I also knew he would go over his plan with his men before anyone else arrived. I wanted to listen in on that conversation. As much as I trusted Georgiou I wanted to know if I was walking into an ambush. So, I set up cameras, and I waited, and I listened.

  One laptop had the feeds from the pub and Vex’ office and the other had the feed from my cameras. I could see and hear everything.

  I cracked open an energy drink and a bag of Maltesers, made myself comfortable kicking my feet up on the desk and watched, listened and waited.

  Chapter 24 Charlie