PowerShift: Skid Row Kings Series, #2

by Winter Travers

  He ran his fingertip over the strap and tugged it down my arm. “Are you trying to seduce me, Scar?” He asked. I shook my head no, even though I was. “All you need to do is blink, and I’m pitching a tent.”

  I laughed at his words and ran my fingertips up and down his back. “The feeling is mutual,” I whispered.

  He trailed kisses up and down my stomach while his hands pushed down the cups of my bra. My breasts spilled out, and I arched my back as he tweaked my nipples, twisting and pulling. “So responsive,” he growled against my skin. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

  “I already am,” I moaned at his touch. His head came up, and his lips grazed over my nipple as his skilled fingers pinched the other. His hand moved down my stomach, popping open the button of my jeans. He tugged the zipper down, and I raised my hips so he could pull them off.

  “Now who’s the eager one,” he laughed. I may have been hesitant before, but now that was all gone. My fingers itched to touch every inch of Mitch, and I vowed not to miss a single inch. “How bad do you want me, Scar?” He asked as he tossed my jeans on the floor.

  I whimpered as he brushed his fingertips over my thighs leaving a trail of goosebumps at his touch. “Please,” I gasped.

  His fingers skimmed over my stomach, and he lowered his head to my stomach. His lips hovered above my stomach, and his warm breath washed over me. “Tell me. Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you.” As soon as the words rushed out my mouth, his lips were on me, and I was in heaven. My fingers ran over his head, and I arched my back into his mouth. He gripped my hips, holding me down on the bed as his mouth traveled over me.

  “Mitch, please,” I gasped digging my fingernails into his head. His gaze traveled over my body and all I could do was lay there and let him get his fill.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.” His voice was low and raspy, and I shivered at his words.

  I leaned forward, twisting my arms underneath me and managed to unhook my bra. Mitch brushed the straps down my arms and pulled the bra off, I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious.

  Mitch scooted off the mattress, his eyes never leaving me and stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling them off and added them to our ever growing pile of clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head and fell back on the bed next to me. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch, Scar.” He draped his arm over my stomach, and I turned into him, my arms dropping away and I pressed my breasts into his chest.

  “I think we’re both lucky.” His hand roamed over my back and our legs tangled together,

  “You have too many clothes on.” His hand rested on my ass that was still covered with my satin underwear.

  “Um, all I have on is my underwear, Mitch.”

  “It’s too much,” he growled. He slipped his palm underneath the cloth and palmed my ass, and ground his hard cock into me.

  “Then you have too much on also.” I nipped at his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them and pulled on the waistband of his boxers.

  We managed to wrestle each other out of our underwear till we were a tangle of bodies and sheets on the bed. “I’d be happy just to lay with you like this,” I whispered into his chest.

  “Well, I promise you can lay with me, but first, I need to feel your body wrapped around me and hear my name screamed from your lips while I cum all over this pretty pussy.” He reached down, cupping my pussy and I was rocked to my core with just his words. “This is mine.”

  “Yes,” I gasped as he parted the lips of my pussy and stroked my clit. I tossed my head back, savoring his touch.

  “God dammit, I want you, Scar. So fucking bad.”

  “Take me,” I pleaded.

  He rolled into me, pushing me to my back. My hands roamed over his arms and back as he stroked my clit and pressed kisses to my neck. I parted my legs, digging my heels into the bed, and arched my back, grinding my pussy into his hand. “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled as he pumped two fingers inside of me. “So fucking responsive.” His thumb stroked my clit, bringing me close to the edge but not giving me enough to tip me over.

  “Mitch,” I moaned. This man was driving me insane, and all I could think about was finding my release. “I need more.”

  “No power shifting tonight, Sparky.”

  “You talk like,” I panted heavily, my orgasm quickly approaching. “I should know what that means.”

  “Power shifting is when you bypass the clutch and just shift and go.”

  “Just going sounds good to me.”

  Mitch leaned down, his lips next to my ear. “It’s only good if you know what you’re doing.”

  “I have no doubt that you know what you’re doing,” I panted. “You just need to do it.” His finger sped up, driving into me. “Please,” I gasped.

  “So eager, and responsive. How did I get so lucky?” He tugged on my ear with his teeth while his hands played with my body. One plunging in and out while the other tweaked and twisted my nipple. “I’m going to make you cum all over my hand, and then I’m going to make this pussy mine.”

  I gasped at his words as his thumb flicked my clit. “More,” I begged. My fingernails dug into his back, and I tossed my head back.

  I felt my orgasm wash over me as he bit down on my ear. “Mine,” he whispered as I came down from my high.

  His finger drew lazy circles around my clit, keeping my climax lingering. “Can I have more?”

  “Eager, responsive, and greedy,” he laughed.

  “I can’t help it. That was too good not to do again,” I purred.

  “Well, I am here to please, Sparky.” He winked lazily at me and reached down, grabbing his cock.

  I leaned forward, resting on my elbows and watched as his hand stroke his cock up and down. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. “Holy fuck, Scar. If you keep looking at my dick like that, this isn’t going to last very long.”

  I looked him in the eyes, a small smile on my lips and shrugged my shoulders. “I like what I see.”

  “I know what you mean.” He leaned back on his heels, his cock still in his hand. “How sturdy do you think this air mattress is?” He asked as he grabbed his jeans off of the floor and pulled out a condom.

  “Sturdy enough,” I laughed. I sat up, cupping my breasts and pulled on my nipples as I watched his dick grow harder and harder with each stroke as he worked the condom on.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.

  I let my legs fall open and put my arms over my head. “I need you, Mitch.”

  He growled low, and his eyes devoured me. He crawled up to me, his body pressed against me. “How bad do you need me?”

  “I’m pretty sure I’ll scream if you don’t touch me again. I. Need. You.”

  His lips devoured mine as I stroked him up and down. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled in between kisses. He trailed kisses down my neck, and I tilted my head, begging for more. I dug my heels into the mattress, cocking my legs open. His dick grazed my pussy, and I felt a tremor run through my body.

  He slowly pushed into me, the pressure building with each inch. “So fucking tight,” he growled into my ear. His teeth tugged on my earlobe, and I arched my back into him, begging for more.

  “Mitch,” I moaned. My hands roamed over his back as he slowly thrust in and out. He buried his head in my neck, sucking and nibbling. Mitch’s kisses were electrifying, and all I could do was hold on and pray he never stopped.

  “Fuck me, Scar. Son of a bitch.” He leaned back, grinding his teeth and caged me in with his arms. His breathing was labored, and his blue eyes were filled with desire. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  I lifted my legs up as Mitch pounded into me, reaching a whole new level of ecstasy. “Mitch,” I gasped, feeling my release coming.

  “Come for me, Scarlett, come for me,” he growled, leaning down. His lips assaulted my mouth, his teeth tugging
on my bottom lip, and I shattered into a million pieces.

  Mitch moaned low, and his eyes connected with mine as he thrust into me one last time. “Mine,” he moaned.

  I wrapped my arms around Mitch, enjoying the last spasms racking my body. “That was amazing.”

  Mitch collapsed on top of me, his head turned to the side. “Fucking perfect,” he panted.

  “Just one thing,” I laughed. I rested my arms at my sides and couldn’t help but notice how hard the bed was. “I don’t think the mattress was as sturdy as we thought.

  Mitch’s arms reached out, patting the mattress and busted out laughing. “Looks like we’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight and headed to the store in the morning.” Mitch rolled to the side, took off the condom and grabbed the pillow out from under my head.

  “Hey,” I protested. Mitch stuffed the pillow under his head and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his side.

  I rested my head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “I guess this will do.”

  He leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to my lips and smirked. “I’ve always got you, Scar, even when your mattress deflates.”

  “You’re an ass and the reason we’re sleeping on the floor.”

  “One night, Sparky, and then I promise you’ll have a new bed in the morning.”

  I yawned wide and snuggled into his side. “We just need to run to Wal-Mart.”

  “Mmhmm,” he mumbled. “We’ll see in the morning. Now sleep.” His arms squeezed me tight and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

  “Hmm, night Mitch.”

  “Night, Sparky.”

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  Chapter 25

  Mitch

  “No, no way, no how. We are not going in there, Mitch.”

  We were standing outside of Burt’s Bargain Furniture, and Scarlett was freaking out. Levi was jumping up and down, basically bouncing off the walls, ready to get in the store.

  “Come on, Mama. Maybe they have this race car bed I saw on TV.”

  “No, we can’t go in there. I can’t afford this right now, Mitch. I’ve barely had enough money to buy groceries and rent. Let’s just go to Wal-Mart.” Scarlett grabbed my hand and tried pulling me to the truck.

  “No,” I said, standing my ground. “You and Levi both need a bed, and I’m not going to let you sleep on a shitty air mattress.”

  “It’s not up to you, Mitch.”

  “It’s either this or you stay at my place, Scar.”

  She folded her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “You’re not playing fair, Mitch. You know how much I hate taking help from you.”

  “Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. “But you don’t have a choice. So, a new bed or you move in with me.”

  “Come on, mama.” Levi grabbed Scarlett’s hand and tugged her toward the store.

  “I hate you,” she whispered over her shoulder to me, but she followed Levi into the store.

  She may hate me, but there was no way in hell she was going to sleep on an air mattress one more night.

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  Mitch

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  “Scarlett, yes. There is no reason for you and Levi to sleep in the same bed.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest for the tenth time since we came into the store and shook her head. “It’s a queen bed, Levi and I can sleep in that bed without even touching. It’s huge.”

  “First off, a queen bed is not huge, Scar. My bed, a California King, is a huge bed. This bed,” I pointed to the bed in front of us. “Is just big enough for when I stay the night.”

  “Oh, that’s what you think, that you’re staying the night again?”

  “It’s not what I think, it’s what I know. And second off, Levi needs to have his own room and bed. He’s a boy.”

  “That makes no sense.”

  “It makes perfect sense.” I turned to the sales guy who was standing off to the side trying to act like he wasn’t listening to Scarlett and I argue. “We’ll take this one and the race car bed over there.” The guy wrote something down on a little pad of paper and headed off to the front desk.

  “I hate you.” She stalked over to Levi, who was laying on the race car bed and sat down next to him.

  That seemed to be the running theme for the day, but she’d thank me when these beds got delivered to her house. I pulled my phone out of my pocket seeing I had missed a call from Luke and swiped left, connecting the call.

  “You called?” I asked as I kept my eye on Scarlett and Levi. Levi was the opposite of his mama. He was beyond excited to get his new bed and couldn’t stop thanking me.

  “Violet wants to have a cookout tonight, and she wants Scarlett and Levi to come.”

  “What about me?”

  “Well, she figured if Scarlett came you wouldn’t be far behind.”

  “She’s told me twice today that she hates me. I’ll have to see if I can talk her into coming.”

  “Hell. You two have only been together for a couple of weeks, and you’re already pissing her off?” Luke laughed.

  “I like to keep her on her toes.”

  “I’m sure you’re doing that. Be here at three, bring potato salad and whatever the hell else you want.” I hung the phone up and shoved it back in my pocket.

  Scarlett was laying down on the car bed next to Levi, her hands tickling Levi and he was laughing up a storm next to her. I knew right then and there the way to get Scarlett to go to the cookout with me tonight.

  Levi.

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  Chapter 26

  Scarlett

  I hated him. I absolutely hated him.

  I had somehow been talked into making potato salad and chocolate chip cookies for a BBQ Luke and Violet were having tonight. I had been duped by a four-year-old and Mitch.

  “He passed out halfway through some monster truck movie he put on.” Mitch walked down the hallway and leaned against the kitchen counter.

  After Mr. Pushy had bought a bed not only for me but for Levi too, we had headed to the store where he insisted on me telling him everything I needed to make potato salad and cookies and then he filled the cart up with a bunch of other food he said my fridge needed. It was hard to say no to Mitch, but when you add in Levi begging and pleading for everything, I couldn’t say no.

  “He probably didn’t sleep well last night and all that running around we did today wore him out.” I started scooping the cookie dough onto the sheet pan and turned down the water that the potatoes were boiling in. I had the dressing all made, and all I was waiting on was the potatoes to be done.

  Mitch grabbed the bowl of cookie dough out from under me and swiped his finger through it. “I haven’t seen real, homemade cookie dough since my mama died.” He stuck the gob in his mouth and licked his finger. “Now that’s good.”

  “Um, what happened to your mom?” I finished scooping the first tray and stuck it in the oven.

  “Car accident. Neither of them made it.” Mitch wiped his hands on his jeans, and I walked into his arms.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Losing your parents was horrible, losing them at the same time seemed unbearable to me.

  “Where are your parents, Scar?”

  “Oh, um, I don’t have any. I was in foster care until I was eighteen.” I’ve never known my parents. I was told growing up that they couldn’t keep me, and that was all I knew.

  “Really?” He asked.

  I tilted my head back and looked him in the eye. “Yeah. I did OK, though. I mean, besides the whole Manny thing, I was fine. The foster homes I was in weren’t bad.”

  “I’m sorry, Scar.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and wrapped his arms tight around me.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. I have to believe they gave me up to give me a better life. As of right now, I can’t complain.” A smile spread
across my lips. “Although, you’re mighty pushy, and you don’t fight fair. Pitting my son against me is as low as you can go, Mitch.”

  “I’ll do whatever it takes, Sparky. That might be something you should remember.” He brushed his lips against my mouth, and I couldn’t help but moan at his touch.

  “I have cookies in the oven and potatoes boiling, Mitch,” I mumbled against his lips.

  “How long until they’re done?”

  “Hmm,” I hummed as his lips traveled down my neck. “Um, eight minutes or so, but then I have at least five more batches to do.”

  “After this pan comes out, you’re mine for at least ten minutes.” He grabbed me around the waist and pressed me against the counter.

  “This is you being pushy again.”

  “No, this is me finding a way to give us both what we want. Levi is asleep so that means it’s Mitch and Scarlett time.”

  “Stop,” I whimpered. “I forgot to set a timer and with you distracting me I’ll never remember to take the cookies out.” I pushed him away and ran my fingers through my hair. “Seven minutes.” I pointed my finger at him and walked to the other side of the kitchen. My kitchen wasn’t very big, but there were at least five feet in between us now.

  “I’m counting the minutes, Scar,” he growled. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “You better make sure you have everything done when those cookies come out of the oven, because as soon as they hit that counter, you’re mine.”

  I blushed from head to toe, knowing that his words were more than just an idle threat. I checked the potatoes, poking them to see if they were done as Mitch’s gaze followed my every move.

  “So, what exactly do you win at the end of all of these races?” I was trying to distract Mitch, but I was also curious.

  “We all put $1,000 in at the beginning of the season. Winner of the most races takes all.”

  “Holy hell. That’s what, five grand?”

  “More like ten.” He swiped his finger through the cookie dough again and licked it off. “Not everyone makes it to each race. The more you make it to, the better your odds are of winning.”