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by Shayne McClendon


  He picked up her other hand, laying her flat on the couch. He placed her hand over one breast while he took possession of the other one. Rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he saw when she started to imitate the movements.

  Suddenly she was coming with his name on her lips and he grasped her knee again, powering into her hard and shoving her forcefully through it as her hands worked on her clit and nipple. When her body began to relax, he leaned over and sucked the other nipple to the roof of his mouth. She put her hand in his hair and pulled him to the other breast, he groaned in pleasure as he suckled her.

  Then she lifted his face and kissed him aggressively, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Moving back, she said, “Fuck me hard, Mack.” His hands tightened on the tops of her thighs and he began slamming into her body, watching her face as he rocked himself hard against her, their bodies impacting with force. “Yes, oh god, yes, Mack!”

  Her upper body locked as her knees tried to close around him. He moved faster, listening to her scream his name as she dug her nails into his sides. He delivered three more brutal strokes and came with her, not slowing until she went limp and he had nothing left.

  Collapsing, his cheek resting in the valley of her breasts, he felt the aftershocks wracking her body and stroked his hands over her. “Baby, I’m going to love watching you learn what you like, to take what you want.”

  Jeanette was stroking her hands through his hair, raking her nails over his scalp as she finger-combed it back from his forehead. The repetitive motion was so relaxing he could have fallen asleep. “Mack, I can tell you I look forward to you teaching me what I like, and how to take what I want. You’re incredible. I had no idea I was even capable of feeling this good and boneless.”

  He chuckled and tightened his arms around her. “I love how petite you are, how pale, how silky smooth. I’m the opposite. I’m big, dark, and hard. I’ve never felt like pounding my chest before but you make me want to look around for my club.”

  She laughed and he lifted his head to stare at her. “As beautiful as you are when you’re all composed, you are positively extraordinary when you laugh.” He went up on his elbows and played with her hair as they talked. He was shocked to learn all the things she’d never experienced. “What do you mean you’ve never been to an amusement park?”

  “Honey, my parents thought fun for a kid was a tour of the new research facility that opened up in the town next to ours. I love them but they really don’t know what that means. How they ever managed to conceive me, I have no idea. They are completely unemotional. I’ve never seen them hold hands, not once in all my life.” She shrugged her shoulders delicately, “It’s one of the things I like most about Brooke and her siblings. They hug constantly. I think Becca gave me my first true joy-filled hug the night we watched her big sister perform in concert for the first time. It was amazing. I would do anything for that family. They saved me.”

  Mack stared hard at her for a long time. “The loneliness had gotten bad, hadn’t it?” She nodded and her eyes filled with tears. He didn’t say anything else, just held her and stroked her hair back from her face and planted small kisses on her temples.

  “I’m not a dramatic person, Mack. I’m unable to be outgoing without a catalyst, someone pushing me. I don’t whine and I despise self-pity. But I’d gotten to the point where I just truly didn’t see the point of getting up every morning. I live in a furnished apartment I rent by the week. I rent a car when I’m home. Everything I owned literally fit into four boxes because other than a bunch of documents, I had no evidence of a life. I had papers. I had degrees. I had articles. No photos, no stuffed animals, no dresses from prom, no Halloween costumes.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment and whispered, “When I go to Brooke’s place in Oklahoma, I’m in shock by how much stuff even little Becca has. Not possessions but memories. There are photos and drawings all over their house, trophies. Becca’s room is filled with stuffed animals given to her at birthday parties and Christmas, others she won at fairs. She can tell you where every single one came from, Mack.”

  Clearing her throat, she said, “My family celebrated nothing. I spent few birthdays at home because I traveled constantly. They still can’t remember my exact birthday. I have never participated in a sport in my life. The week before I met Brooke, I realized my entire life was paper. It was all grades and tests. I saw so clearly for the first time that I had nothing and it overwhelmed me. I saw the label’s ad and wondered. I finally decided one more try couldn’t hurt.”

  Mack watched her swallow carefully, “Travis interviewed me, said there was someone coming in a few days, really young with so much on her plate. That I was so level, I had a history with kids. He told me about Brooke losing her parents and working so hard to provide for her instant family. She has a GED. She dropped out of high school to care for those kids. I wondered if she would find me stuffy. I mean, you’ve seen her.”

  A faraway look crossed her face and her voice was softly happy, “The day I met her, she hugged me before she said anything. Her exact words were, ‘You must be Jeanette. I’ve heard how smart you are so I hope you can help me because I’m scared to death. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. You’re so put together. I hope you’ll want to be my friend but I know I’m a mess. By the way, I’m Brooke.’ Then she introduced me to those kids and they were so affectionate, so bubbly.” Jeanette gave a little laugh and smiled at Mack.

  “The first month, I kept waiting for the catch but there wasn’t one. They needed me and I needed them. My space in the tour bus is filled with drawings given to me by Becca, photos Molly takes of all of us constantly, funny bumper stickers and postcards Jackson seems to find me all the time. Brooke bought me this ring, the only piece of jewelry other than a watch I’ve ever had.” She took it off, a platinum band with small diamonds inset, and turned it so Mack could read the inscription…thank you for saving me. “Can you believe that? She thinks I saved her.”

  He put the ring back on her finger and kissed her for a long time as he held her to him, “You’re going to have the most wonderful life, Jeanette. I’m going to be part of it and get to watch you enjoy all the things you’ve never gotten to be part of. It’s amazing to me how things fell together for me to meet you. Right now, I’m going to let you rest because you’re going to be so sore…I shouldn’t have taken you a second time, baby.” He kissed her gently and went to pull back but her legs stayed locked around him. The look on her face was primal. “Jeanette…”

  “Mack, I’m okay with being sore. It will help me realize this wasn’t some dream or hallucination when I’m sitting on the bus tomorrow. It will be like I can still feel you. I think I’m going to need that. Please…”

  He nodded and pulled out long enough to get another condom, thrusting to her womb in one stroke and loving the way her entire body pulled him to her. Mack loved her slow and easy, whispering about all the things he wanted to share with her, to show her. When he finally allowed himself to come a very long time later, both of them held back. Neither did…but they wanted to use the word love.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sidney, Zane, and Boyd…

  Zane wove in and out of traffic, heading through the still-hopping bar district in Chicago. Sidney kept her arms around him, her body pressed tight to his back. It didn’t seem to bother him that her hands roamed over his chest and abs constantly. She laughed when he evaded the news van who’d been gaining on them. Boyd rode alongside, keeping pace with Zane’s tight maneuvers.

  When they’d driven around for almost an hour, they stopped at a light and two news crews squealed to a stop beside them with their cameras out. Sidney took off her helmet. “Sorry, boys, wrong choice. This was fun though, like a high-speed shell game.” The reporters were cursing as they made a U-turn headed back the way they’d come.

  Both men took off their helmets and the three of them were laughing like idiots. Looping back to the bar, several of the bikes were back. In
side they were cheered and Sidney bowed. They gave the helmets to the bar owner and told him his plan worked perfectly.

  Headed out the door John waved at them from the stage and winked at Sidney. She gave him a thumbs up. He started playing Crazy Bitch, and she turned back. “Oh my god, we have to dance. I did my entry performance to this song. This is what got me into school.”

  Zane and Boyd’s eyes were huge. “Please…please feel free to demonstrate.” She took off her heels went to the middle of the dance floor. She started with ballet, moving wickedly around the room to the grinding beat. During the heavier beats, she did chain jumps around the room as people stared at her with their mouths hanging open.

  She bent backwards to the floor and kicked a split, her body in a perfect ‘T’, lowering her front leg between her outstretched arms. Then she was up and all stripper, working the floor and coming up with her hands sliding over her thighs. Her jumps were high and controlled, and her landings tight.

  Sidney danced to the door, turned and took three steps, flipping three times and landing in pushup position, knocking out five one-handed before rolling to her back and coming up in a martial arts stance, both men almost came. On the last note, she came out of a jump and landed on her knees with her arms behind her.

  Coming to her feet, she gave an adorable little curtsy as the place went crazy. Zane and Boyd approached and she watched them with a smile. They said at the same time, “Sidney baby, time to go.” She stepped into her shoes.

  Walking to the stage, she thanked John and he knelt to kiss her hand. “I don’t know how this group of lucky sons o’ bitches landed you and your friends but it’s obvious I need to hang out with them more. It was a great pleasure watching you shake your ass, honey. Come back and see us.” With a smile, she turned to the men behind her and put her hands around their biceps, squeezing happily.

  Outside, Boyd said, “You had her with you for an hour. Don’t even think about it, Zane.” He guided her to his bike and she climbed on behind him. They ripped away from the bar, fast and loud with Zane no more than two feet to their side.

  Ten minutes later they pulled into the bottom floor of a converted warehouse and Boyd was grateful they’d finally made it since Sidney’s roaming hands were about to kill him.

  She hopped off and waited between the Harleys looking innocent. Boyd asked, “You’re in league with the devil, aren’t you, Sidney?” She nodded with a sweet smile and both men laughed as they climbed off their bikes.

  As they led her into the freight elevator, she said cheerfully, “I should warn you, my first boyfriend in high school broke up with me due to chafing…his…not mine. I’ve only had two boyfriends but I managed to use them up fairly quickly. Maybe I’ll have better luck with two men at once.” Zane actually tripped getting out of the elevator and Sidney laughed. “I’m blunt. It’s part of my charm.”

  Boyd stopped and asked incredulously, “You’ve only had two boyfriends?”

  She nodded. “I’m twenty-one, how many men should I have destroyed by now?” Both men snorted and she ran her fingers through her red curls. “I’ve tried women but they aren’t hard enough for me and I got annoyed. My second ‘boyfriend’, for lack of a better term, was one of my dance instructors. When caught, he blamed me and I ended up expelled. I think he was just pissed he couldn’t keep up with me when he’d talked such a big game. I put myself through cosmetology by stripping. I have no inhibitions and I don’t apologize for that but I’m selective, to the point that it’s been almost two years. It will likely be even longer after tonight.”

  Giving them her winning smile, Zane whipped her over his shoulder carried her through the foyer in a huge open living space. She heard a noise and turned her head upside down to see Boyd dragging a king size mattress in front of a bank of windows.

  He told her, “A regular bed is just not going to work with you, Sidney, I can tell that already.” It made her laugh and Zane went to a huge stereo system. Soon music pounded through the room. Sidney kept beat on his ass.

  “I fucking love this place, I could do back flips forever.” Zane groaned. “Or you could put me down and I could give you a show. I made quite the name for myself as a stripper but I always wore a mask.” She was set on her feet in two seconds and gave him a smile as she stepped out of her heels. Going to his stereo, she flipped through songs until she found one she liked.

  Raising her brows in surprise, “You have 50 Cent and Two Live Crew? Oh hell yes. You have to have good beat or it’s no fun.” Just a Lil Bit blasted through the speakers and the men stood with their hands on their hips to watch her, truly enjoying the descriptive song she’d chosen.

  Sidney didn’t hold back, dancing around a small area of the room as she stripped for them. When she was down to an electric blue demi-cup bra and matching thong, she went to one of the support poles and worked it like neither of them had ever seen. Her strength and control were unreal as she climbed it and hung upside down using her legs and stroked over her body. Putting her palms flat on the floor, she did a walk-over and did several floor moves that had their mouths watering.

  Getting back to her feet, she turned away and unhooked the front clasp on her bra. Holding out one side, then the other, before putting them back together like she was shy. They watched the muscles in her back and legs as she kept time, turning gracefully and dropping the bra to the floor and putting her fingers over her lips like it had been an accident.

  Never before had one of them seen a pair of panties come off a body so slowly or provocatively. Lowering to her knees, she ran her hands over herself and as the last note hit, she winked.

  “Sidney, we’re going to have to thank you for the best show we’ve ever seen. We’ll have to thank you for a long time, honey.” She grinned and got to her feet, walking toward them confidently. “You truly don’t have an ounce of shyness in you.”

  She shook her head and her curls bounced happily around her face and shoulders, “I was born without that gene. It’s weird, right? You’d think I’d be a slut, or maybe a porn star or something. Nope, I do hair and makeup and love it. I’ve always been really girly like that.” She went to Boyd’s shirt and started undoing buttons. When it hung open, she moved to Zane and did the same.

  “Now, in bed, I’m more like a man. Well, the way I think men should be. I like hard and fast much more than slow and gentle. There’s a time and place for slow and gentle, I guess, but I haven’t experienced it yet.” Kneeling on the floor, she unlaced Boyd’s boots then Zane’s, pulling them off and taking their socks. “I think you each are about ten inches taller than me, outweigh me by almost a hundred pounds, I bet you could throw me all over this place. That sounds wonderful.”

  Boyd smiled hungrily as he picked her up and slammed her into the nearest wall, claiming her mouth. Her arms and legs wrapped around him like a vice and she met his aggression with her own. He worked her hard with his teeth and tongue.

  Zane appeared beside them and she moved her eyes down his naked body. “My god, that’s more like it. There is nothing androgynous about your bodies. None of that metrosexual shit for you two.” Boyd was kissing down her neck and she told him. “I think it’s your turn, baby.” He handed her off to Zane.

  “Sidney…you’re so flexible. We’re going to enjoy twisting your fine ass in a pretzel.”

  “Not as much as I’m going to enjoy you doing it, Zane.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard. Glancing at Boyd’s now-naked form, she sighed, “Jesus, I must have finally done something right. You two are beautiful.” Tilting her head back, she said, “Kisses, please.”

  Boyd stepped closer and took her mouth, his hands roaming over the front of her body. She sighed and gave him one more hard smack on the lips before turning back to Zane. “Condom…I can ride you like this.” Neither of them looked like they believed it but Boyd handed him a rubber and she waited patiently while he rolled it on. Bracing her knees at his waist, she used one hand to put him at the entrance of her pussy.
Lowering carefully, moving back and forth until he was seated, she whispered, “You feel fantastic.”

  “I’m very glad you’re happy, Sidney. You are so fucking wet and tight. I just realized we’ve completely neglected you, honey. Normally we’re not so selfish. You managed to distract us completely.”

  She moved one leg to just above his ass and started to raise and lower herself using her hands on his shoulders and her leg strength. “I came behind each of you on the Harleys. I never knew how much I’d love motorcycles. Between having you guys to grope and the vibration of the bikes, dear god. And don’t think you’re being selfish, you’re letting me play. I like to play. I’m sure when you’re both ready to rock and roll, you’ll have ways of letting me know.”

  Sidney moved easily on Zane and glanced at Boyd. “The two of you are huge all over. It’s like a being in a porno without the gross spitting and whatnot.”

  Boyd chuckled as he raked his nails through her hair, “You watch porn?”

  “Of course I do. Do I seem like the kind of person who enjoys two years without sex? No, so I have to handle things on my own. You two are bigger than my vibrator so life has taken a turn for ‘yay me’ territory.”

  Zane stared at her, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like you, Sidney. So balls to the wall and yet so…”

  “Clean?” She offered helpfully and he stumbled to correct what he meant, “No worries, I know what you mean. You guys are used to bar skanks. Normally chicks who hand out a crazy fuck, you have to wonder where else she’s been. That isn’t me. I consider my body a temple I wish for men to pray at but that doesn’t mean I want every parishioner on their knees.”

 

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