Fighting Me (Shaft on Tour #5)

by Cat Mason

  Henry chuckles. “Let’s go.”

  Taking my hand, he helps me to my feet and leads me into my room. Grabbing the empty bag I use to pack Brannon and Jazzie’s beach things in, he heads out the opened French doors and down the cobble stone path that leads down to the beach, pulling me behind him. “What exactly are we doing?”

  “Since Mack thinks I am such a crab ass, he needs some up close and personal time with some.”

  I giggle and cover my mouth with both hands, meeting Henry’s eyes. Remembering how he acted earlier today when he saw them, I nod my head and reach down to grab one scurrying past me. “I hope your phone has a good camera on it because this needs to be on video.”

  Henry takes the crab from my hands and shoves it into the bag before grabbing one from the sand himself. “Oh I’ll make sure of it.”

  I scramble on the sand, trying to grab the crabs before they disappear into the water while Henry holds the bag. Both of us laugh, hoping like hell Mack doesn’t come out and find out what we are planning to do before we can get the crabs in place.

  Walking around the main house, we head toward the smaller backhouse where Mack is staying with Luke, Kionna, Aiden, and Camaron. Henry surveys the house carefully, glancing at all the doors and windows before pointing to a set of closed double doors. “That’s his room,” Henry says surely. “He put himself on the ground floor and everyone else upstairs so that it’s easier for him to keep tabs on them.” Jiggling the door, he pops it open and scans inside to be sure Mack isn’t in there. Holding the door open for me, he gestures for me to enter. “He’ll regret that shit soon enough.”

  Stepping into the room, I walk over dirty clothes and empty food wrappers. “He’s a slob,” I groan, kicking dirty jeans and boxers out of my way. “I’ve seen five year olds cleaner than this.”

  “Shhh,” Henry says, jerking back the rumpled covers. “We don’t have all day, woman. We’ve gotta dump and run.”

  Giggling, I run around the other side of the large king sized bed and help straighten the blanket and sheets while Henry dumps the bag of crabs onto the mattress. They look pissed as hell, snapping their tiny claws while we tuck the blankets and sheets in around them effectively caging them in. For now anyway.

  Noise outside the door makes Henry stand ram rod straight. “Closet. Now.” Coming around the side of the bed, Henry grabs my arm and pulls us toward the sliding closet doors. Tucking us inside, Henry pulls the door closed, leaving just enough room for us to see the bedroom door and most of the bed.

  “I’m gonna crash for a while, Aiden,” Mack calls stepping through the door and tugging off his shirt. Closing the door behind him, he doesn’t even bother with the light while fumbling over the pile of clothes I kicked to get to the bed. Henry wraps an arm around my waist protectively as Mack strips down to his boxer shorts and yanks back the blankets before slipping beneath them.

  I giggle causing Henry to hand me his phone to hold as it records while he covers my mouth with his other hand and press his lips against the outer shell of my ear. “Wait for it.”

  Mack tosses and turns, trying to get comfortable. Then it happens. “What the hell?” he yelps, sitting up in the bed. “Fuck! Shit! Ow! What the hell is going on?” Flinging off the covers, he slaps the lamp on beside the bed, staring down at the crabs not only attached to his shorts, but one dangling from his finger. “Sonuvabitches!” he screams, fumbling over the clothes and yanking open the door. “Aiden, goddammit, Aiden! Help me!”

  Henry guides me out of the closet, his laugh vibrating not just his body, but mine as well. The rich, playful, carefree sound is something I didn’t expect to affect me, but it does. Heading up the hall, we both laugh as Mack attempts to shake them off while running and slamming into furniture as he screams for help.

  “Ha!” Cam laughs, while Mack thrashes, kicking his legs and flinging his arms around, but the crabs hold firm, snapping and clinging to his clothes and skin for dear life. “Look, Mack’s a ninja.”

  Aiden scratches his chin before shaking his head. “Mack the ginja ninja, I like it. You know, Mack,” Aiden laughs, while Mack leaps around like his ass has been lit on fire. “I’d think after some of the women we’ve caught you tappin’ you’d be used to handlin’ crabs.”

  “You two are fuckin’ hilarious, you know that?” Bumping into the coffee table, Mack tumbles onto the couch beside Aiden and Cam before rolling onto the floor. Cam yelps, leaping into Aiden’s lap while Mack flails in the floor like a fish out of water, the crab flying off his finger and landing on his bare chest before snapping at his nipple making him scream. “Would you help me before they snap off my dick?”

  “Don’t be so crabby, muffin,” Henry says, angling his phone at Mack. “Looks like they just wanted to help you relax.”

  I erupt into a fit of uncontrollable giggles causing Henry to grab his phone from my fingers when I nearly drop it. Mack’s eyes snap up, widening the instant he spots us walk further into the room. “You motherfuckers.”

  “Big Man, you’re a goddamn legend,” Aiden says, leaping from the couch. Running over, he bumps Henry’s fist before taking the phone, hitting a bunch of buttons, and handing it back. “I can’t wait to upload this bad boy,” he says, running up the stairs.

  “Oh, yeah, he’s a damn riot.” Standing to his feet, Mack yanks at the crab on his shorts causing it to fall to the floor. “Asshole,” he says, glaring at Henry. “I can’t believe you put these little bastards in my… fucking hell!” he shouts, jumping on the couch. “That little whore just bit my toe!”

  “I’m positive those aren’t the worst things that have been in your bed, and they won’t be the last,” Henry teases. Walking over, he picks the crab up from the floor and holds it up to Mack’s face. “Isn’t it cute, Dominick?” he asks, holding it out as his little claws snap open and shut just inches from Mack. “Give it a kiss.”

  “Get it out of here!” Mack shouts jumping off the back of the couch to the wood floor behind it.

  “Well,” I grin widely, placing a hand on my hip. “You’ll have to tell that to the dozen or so probably still waiting for you in bed.”

  Henry shrugs. “Payback’s a bitch, and so are you.”

  Stomping around the couch, he glares between Henry and me. “You two are sick and twisted.” Yanking another crab from his shorts, Mack throws it at Henry. “Seriously, just sick as fuck.”

  “Fuckin’ funny as hell,” Henry corrects him. “And effective. I don’t see you forgettin’ this lesson anytime soon.”

  Following Henry out the front door of the house, I have to walk twice as fast as he does just to keep up with his long-legged stride. Reaching out, he takes my hand in his and leads us around the cobblestones to the doors to my room. Passing through the doors, he spins me around in front of him, lifting me off my feet as if I weighed nothing. “Gonna kiss you again, Rae.” One arm bands around my waist, the other pulling the tie free from my hair sending it tumbling down my back before his fingers slide through the strands. “You want this?” he asks, staring down at me. “Be sure, there’s no goin’ back once we do this.”

  Holy shit!

  His words are like gasoline on a bonfire, every molecule of my body is ignited and blazing out of control even though I see the red flags being waved, warning me off. I am torn. Thoughts race through my head, every question I have had about Henry since I met him, every different side of him I have seen. I want to make a rational decision, I really do. I want to play it smart. I have the whole devil on one shoulder, angel on the other scenario going on in my head right now. The good girl in me says that it’s not smart to get involved with Henry like this. That it can only end badly, especially since it seems like Mack has caused enough problems doing this from what I’ve pieced together from off the wall comments. Not to mention the fact that I spend as much time wanting to slap him as I do thinking about kissing him. The naughty, neglected Rae, who hasn’t had anything remotely close to sex with anyone other than herself and a vibra
tor hidden in her suitcase in longer than I’m willing to admit, is screaming from the sidelines waiting to be tagged in.

  The internal struggle wages inside my head until the naughty side hogties and gags the good girl side and gives me a thumbs up.

  Biting my lip, I not my head. “Yes,” I whisper, my breath catching in my chest when his hand slides down to cup my ass, silently urging my legs around his waist as he hitches up my dress.

  “Just gotta tell me to stop if it’s too much, and I will.”

  “Okay,” I nod, excitement coursing through my veins.

  His erection presses into me, rocking into me in just the right places as he moves across the room. A moan escapes my lips when he squeezes my ass, only making him do it again. Harder.

  Something flashes on his face, almost like pain and I start to say something, but just as quickly, it’s replaced with hunger. Laying me back on the bed, Henry brushes my hair from my face and stares down at me. “Beautiful,” he says crushing his lips to mine.

  His hands slide down my body, pulling the top of my dress down as he goes. Trailing kisses down my neck, Henry cups the back of my neck, arching my body to give him better access. My hands slip into his hair, my fingers twisting and pulling as his lips continue to move south. Darting out his tongue, he traces the line of my bikini top while his hand loosens the tie behind my neck.

  “Roll over for me.”

  Leaning back, Henry fists my dress in his hands and yanks it the rest of the way from my body before tossing it to the floor. Taking a minute, he freezes, his eyes raking up and down my body slowly, drinking me in. I squirm under his gaze. It’s intimidating, but at the same time, it’s so hot I can’t look away. His hands slide up my thighs, stopping on my hips before gripping them just rough enough for me to gasp. “I want you on your stomach. I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into that sexy ass of yours. Every day at the beach and you in those fuckin’ bikinis,” he says, helping me roll over.

  Henry’s fingers glide down the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs so that he can settle between them. Brushing my hair to one side, he unfastens the clasp holding my top to my body, letting it fall away to the mattress before running his fingers along my back in slow strokes.

  “Like that, baby?” he asks, pressing his chest into my back to purr in my ear. “I’m going to make every inch of you feel so good you’ll never wanna leave this bed.”

  Burying my face in the pillow, I moan as he grips my ass with both hands and kneads my flesh. His fingers move quickly to the ties on either side, yanking them free. The cool air hits my ass before the heat of his skin covers me again. The different sensations only heighten everything, along with the lack of being able to see him and watch what he is doing.

  My heart is racing. “Clear your mind, Rae. Don’t think about what I’m gonna do, just feel.” The words he said the other night in the bathroom come back to me. My mind whirls, trying to think up what he possibly has planned.

  His hand swatting my ass makes me jump. “I told you to stop thinking, Rae,” he scolds before nipping the back of my hip lightly with his teeth, then pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. “That’s my job.”

  Reaching up, he pulls the pillow from under my face, then I feel him slip from the bed. “I plan on earnin’ every noise you make, so I damn sure want to hear them.” Grabbing my ankles, Henry pulls me down the bed so that my pelvis is barely on the end of the mattress and my legs are dangling off the side of the raised bed.

  I feel him drop to his knees behind me, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands. His thumb runs along the crease of my ass before tracing a circle around my asshole. “Have you ever been fucked here, Rae?” he asks, but I can’t even breathe, let alone begin to answer. I nearly jump off the bed when his tongue traces the same route his thumb had just made, his rough stubble scraping my sensitive skin. “I’ll bet you’d love your ass filled with my cock, wouldn’t you, baby?” I gasp when his finger slips inside my pussy. Replacing one with two, Henry crooks inside me them while his thumb makes slow circles over my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan when his tongue presses against my rear entrance.

  “Mmmm… That’s it, let me hear that filthy mouth,” he growls, then presses his tongue into my ass while speeding up the rhythm of his fingers.

  The pressure is building up and my thighs begin shaking as I climb toward my orgasm. My entire body is buzzing and my clit is throbbing nearly to the point of pain, but God it feels so damn good. His hands, his mouth— fucking hell, it’s pushing me towards a cliff I’ve never even climbed before.

  Sex has always been something I’ve enjoyed, but this is different.

  I close my eyes tightly, doing just as he said, I feel every touch, every lick, and every sensation while he works my body. I am unable to focus on any one thing he does, I can only let the sensation of it all combined wash over me. The way he moves my body and reacts to my moans is erotic as hell. Like he can read my thoughts and even I can’t do that right now.

  Henry’s fingers move down to my thighs, not only holding me still, but spreading me wider for him. His lips wrap around my clit, alternating calculated flicks of his tongue with light suction, sending me exploding over the edge into an orgasm that splinters every single inch of me.

  “Oh, Henry,” I shout, clutching at the blanket beneath me so hard it makes my fingers go numb. “Fuck! Oh, oh, oh, God! I’m coming!”

  I thrash against him and the mattress, my cries only fueling him to keep going. His fingers dig into my thighs, rolling me back into his face as he fucks me with his mouth. I open my mouth to scream again, but nothing comes out. My climax keeps coming, stealing my breath and I go limp against the bed while dragging in ragged breaths of air.

  Suddenly, I’m moving. My eyes are still closed, but I feel Henry tuck me beneath the blankets. Pulling me into his side, Henry runs his fingers through my hair before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “How you feelin’, Firecracker?” he asks, adjusting me so that my head is on his chest.

  “I don’t know whether to say thank you for the orgasm or ask you for your insurance information because I think I’m wrecked,” I mumble into his t-shirt, not even bothering to lift my head to meet his eyes.

  His arms wrap around me as his body shakes beneath me. “Get some sleep, baby,” he says, but I’m already drifting.

  13

  Day Trips and Landing Strips

  Henry

  I didn’t sleep. I watched Rae sleep for a while, my fingers running through her long hair until the alarm set on my phone went off for me to do rounds. Walking the island with my sunglasses securely in place, my thoughts keep going back to Rae sleeping naked in her bed where I left her. The noises she made and how responsive she was to my touch was incredible. It damn near had me blowing my load in my jeans. Even though I wanted nothing more than to drive into her and feel her come on my cock, I knew it wasn’t the right time. Besides the fact that I’d go off like a loaded gun in under a minute, I didn’t have a condom. Or lube. The way she reacted to me tongue fucking her ass, I have no doubt she’ll shatter windows once my dick gets in there.

  After I make my way around the island, and raid the bachelor party favors, I head into the kitchen and start frying a couple packs of Hunter’s bacon. I mean, since he won’t be needing any for a few days. Whistling, I scramble some eggs and add a little extra pepper and some shredded cheese before setting them to the side.

  “You black hearted motherfucker,” Hunter’s voice echoes from the doorway. “You never cook breakfast. Leave my bacon alone!” he wails.

  “Mornin’, asshole,” I reply, looking up from the skillet. “I just thought I’d fry you up some.” Holding up a piece between the rubber tongs, I wave it at him. “I’m on your side, man. Eat your bacon. I’ll be makin’ a nice profit off that side bet I made last night.”

  Hunter steps through the doorway and into the kitchen, sniffing the air. I swear I see tears welling up in his eyes. Walking over to the counter,
he picks up the empty pack of bacon and clutches it to his bare chest before grabbing the tray of bacon from the pan. “This is so hurtful. They don’t deserve to eat you, they won’t appreciate you like I do.”

  “Calm down, I’ve got breakfast for you too.” Opening the cabinet, I hand him a to-go bowl of the chocolate cereal that Jazzie eats. “There’s even milk in the fridge.”

  “What?” Hunter shouts, tossing the bowl to the counter. “I haven’t eaten cereal for breakfast since before my balls dropped. Kiss my fuckin’ ass and give me my bacon.”

  “Now, now, Hunter…” I scold, grabbing the tray from his hands and set it back on the counter before adding more bacon to it from the pan. Hunter’s damn near foaming at the mouth watching me plate the last slices. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was rabid. “Sharing is caring and a bet’s a bet.”

  “Don’t go bacon my heart, Big Man.”

  Switching off the stove, I hand the large serving bowl full of eggs to Hunter. “Hey, how ‘bout you quit your bitchin’ and take this to the table.”

  “Motherfucker’s all whistlin’ and shit, cookin’ breakfast like a little bitch…” he nags as I follow him out with the bacon and a jug of orange juice. “Hold the fuckin’ meaty goodness, because somethin’ isn’t right.” Hunter puts the bowl on the table and turns to face me. Arching a brow, he smiles. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

  “Crabs,” Aiden blurts, stepping through the door with Cam, Luke, and Ki following behind him.

  “Crabs is not a reason to be happy, it’s a mildy irritating condition that requires shampooing, and in some cases, it’s just best for the flesh rocket to have the landing strip removed.” Patting me on the shoulder, Hunter laughs.

  “No,” Mack says stepping through the doorway, glaring at me. “This fucker corrupted the nanny and they decided to tuck a dozen very pissed off crabs into my bed last night. I’m lucky I still have my manhood.”