by Beth Ehemann
Cement Heart
Copyright © 2015 by Beth Ehemann
Cover Design by Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations
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Editing by Megan Ward
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PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
This book is dedicated to Michelle Finkle, who not only gave me the idea for it when it came to her in a dream over a year ago, but has helped me raise this baby as if it were her own. I love you to pieces, Michelle. Thank you for being the most amazing friend.
I FELT THEIR eyes on me as I stared at the ground, taking my time. Some of them knew me, some of them didn’t, but they were all focused on me, wondering what I was about to say. It was a lot of pressure to have a couple hundred people hanging on my every word, praying that I’d be the one to come up with the magical phrase, some fucking generic sentence that would make them feel better. Take away their pain. How could I take away theirs when mine was so real, so raw?
I deserved this pain, every second of it.
It was my fault we were there.
I’d caused this.
I’d killed him.
MY COCK JERKED in anticipation as she slowly sank to her knees, eyeing me like a lioness about to devour her prey. She licked her dark red lips and roughly pushed me back onto my bed seconds before her tongue gently flicked the head of my dick. I fought the urge to shove my hands into her blond hair and start thrusting like some teenage punk getting sucked off for the first time behind a middle school.
Patience, Viper.
I knew the reward that was coming and it would definitely be worth it, so long as I could keep from coating her throat too early. She wasted no time, moaning as she moved her warm mouth up and down my shaft. Her hand slid in between my legs, pushing them apart so she could cup my balls.
Seriously? The balls? Already? Amateur.
“You started without me?” Her brunette friend appeared in my bedroom doorway, pouting as she crossed her arms over her huge tits.
“Come on in.” I linked my fingers and tucked my hands behind my head. “There’s plenty to go around.”
She ran her tongue between her teeth and top lip as her eyes trailed slowly from mine, down the length of my body, and back up again, settling on my dick. “I can see that.” Her top lip curled at the corner as she stared.
The blonde, Claire—Corrine—Chloe, whatever her name was, sat up but continued stroking me with her hand. “Come join me, Heather,” she suggested seductively to her friend, tilting her head to the side as she batted her eyelashes.
Heather strolled leisurely across my guest room, her curves emphasizing all the best parts of her body. Just the way she walked—her tits bouncing with each step, the light shining through the window and glistening off her skin—was hot.
I’m not saying I wasn’t looking forward to being sandwiched in between the two of them, but let’s just say if her little blond friend had decided it was a good time to go for a walk, I wouldn’t have stopped her.
Heather lifted her knee onto the corner of my bed and crawled like a sexy, needy little cat over to what’s-her-name. They raised up onto their knees and started kissing right over me. Eyes closed, tongues dueling… they devoured each other. Heather grabbed the back of her friend’s head and pulled on her hair, exposing her neck. She slowly kissed her way down to blond girl’s tits, where she eagerly pulled her nipple into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. Watching them go at it was almost as gratifying as if they were doing it to me.
Almost.
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat playfully.
Heather’s lips made a slapping sound as she pulled them from her friend’s nipple. She grinned at me. “Sorry. Guess we got a little carried away.”
“No, no… I’m good with carried away,” I responded. “Just carry me with you.”
She looked up at her partner. “I think he wants some too, Crystal. What do you think?”
Crystal! That’s her name!
“I think that can be arranged,” Crystal cooed as she sat back down next to me.
“What should we do first?” Heather asked, licking her lips as she stared right into my eyes.
Crystal slowly ran her finger up my leg and swirled it around on my stomach. “Hmmm, what do you wanna do?” She was looking straight at Heather.
“Well, let’s not let this thing go to waste, huh?” Heather’s gaze moved from Crystal’s to mine as she bent down and wrapped her mouth around my cock.
“Wait for me.” Crystal giggled as she dipped her head down toward Heather, who immediately backed off to allow her friend access.
And then… it was on.
They were hungry. They were fierce. They attacked my dick like it was the only popsicle in the middle of a scorching desert. One on the right, one on the left, their lips touching at the top and the bottom, they ran their mouths in unison the whole length of my shaft. I wasn’t sure there was anything hotter than hearing not one but two women moan as their heads bobbed up and down on my lap. The faster they moved, the closer I was to coming, but blowing my load all over my stomach wasn’t something I was into, so I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows and cleared my throat. Immediately, Heather came up for air and smiled at me. Before I could say anything, Crystal threw one leg over my hips and positioned herself over me.
“Whoa, whoa! Slow down,” I blurted, trying to scoot out from under her as fast as I could. “My boy doesn’t inspect any caves without protective gear.”
Crystal’s eyebrows pulled together. “Huh?”
“He means he wants to wear a condom.” Heather rolled her eyes.
“Oh.” Crystal covered her mouth and giggled. “I get it.”
“You’re cute and shit, but I have no desire to see what our DNA would look like mixed together.” I winked at her.
I was no stranger to one-night stands,
that was obvious, but I did have rules about what I would and wouldn’t do during sex. Rule number one—always wear a condom. Always. Too many women would kill for a chance at twenty percent of my paycheck.
Rule number two—never go down on one-night stands. Ever.
Two hours ago, I’d been having a late lunch at a bar down the street and this dynamic duo was just a couple of girls sitting next to me. I hadn’t even noticed them until they got up and started grinding on each other on the dance floor. Next thing I knew, I was buying them drinks while they told me all about how much they loved hockey and how cute the little black ball, as Crystal called it, was on the ice.
Oh yeah, real big hockey fans.
Anyway, not a chance in hell was my tongue going anywhere near their pussies. My covered-up dick, fine, but not my mouth.
Rule number three—if I brought them back to my place, as opposed to my car, an alley, or the bar bathroom, we did not have sex in my bedroom. Always the guest room. I liked my guests to take off pretty quickly after we were done, and the last thing I needed was their tacky perfume smelling up my pillow. My room was my domain, my place to relax and unwind.
I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it onto my dick before climbing up on my knees.
“You, lie down,” I said to Crystal, pointing toward the bed.
She moved quickly, lying on her back and eagerly opening her legs for me. “Go ahead, take me.”
“Nope.” I grinned at her, slowly shaking my head. “I’m gonna take care of Heather while she takes care of you.” A small smirk appeared on Crystal’s lips as she looked from me to Heather. I followed her gaze, waiting to see if Heather was going to object or not.
Her bright blue eyes stared back at me as she bit her bottom lip and slowly raised one seductive eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Holy shit.
Heather wasted no time, dropping to all fours and burying her face in between her friend’s legs. The instant Heather’s mouth made contact, Crystal’s mouth dropped open and her eyes glazed over.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
Heather’s round, perfect little ass was up in the air, her swollen pussy peeking out the bottom, inviting me in. And I RSVP’d in a big fucking way. I didn’t even check to see if she was wet enough for me. I knew that she was.
She gasped as I roughly pushed myself inside her. I was barely five pumps in when I could tell that Crystal was about to come. Clearly Heather knew what the hell she was doing. Crystal’s chest rose up and down quickly, panting as she shoved her hands into Heather’s dark hair and squeezed.
“Heather! Yes!” she yelled out, squeezing her eyes tight. “Fuck! Yes!”
The squeals coming out of Crystal’s pouty little mouth made my balls tighten as I fucked Heather faster, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled her hard against me. Just as Crystal came down from her high, Heather laid her head on Crystal’s thigh and started her own. She shoved her hand in between her legs and rubbed circles around her clit as I drove into her over and over and over again.
She started to cry out, teetering on the brink as Crystal encouraged both of us. “Fuck her, Viper. Harder. Faster. She’s right there…”
So was I.
Heather’s hand shot out and squeezed the sheets into a ball as she came hard, her groans filling the room as I squeezed her ass and filled the condom.
“IT’S NOT SO much the release itself that’s euphoric, but the build-up. Don’t you agree?” Crystal said to Heather.
I rolled my eyes and clicked the remote again, trying to drown her out with sports. Any kind of sports. At that point, I’d have watched badminton.
“Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Heather nodded. “I mean, sex is such an intimate encounter between two people, and when one of those people can heighten your senses like that and take you to that special place…” She threw her head back and exhaled loudly.
Jesus. My hand takes me to that special place all the fucking time. Relax.
“Exactly,” Crystal agreed. “And I’m thinking”—she slowly crept across the couch and straddled me—“maybe I help you find that special place again right now. What do you say?” She leaned in and started kissing my neck, but all I could think was it’d been an hour since we fucked. How the hell was I gonna get them out of my house? My phone buzzed. She didn’t stop kissing as I leaned over and started reading the text from Darla.
D: Hey, shithead. I got off work early. Wanna buy me dinner?
Bingo!
Absolutely. Meet you at Stumpy’s in 45?
D: Perfect! I’m bringing Kacie and Brody with me. Why don’t you grab Mike and Michelle?
I shot Big Mike a quick text to see if he could grab a sitter and then it was time to start acting.
“Oh no!” I sat up straight, gently nudging her off of my lap. “It’s my grandma; she’s not feeling well. I gotta go!”
Crystal’s hand flew up over her mouth and Heather’s eyes grew huge as I hurried into my bedroom.
“Is she okay? Do you want me to go with you?” Heather called from the living room.
“No, that’s okay,” I hollered back. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, and I’m sure you guys have to get home to… things.”
“Okay.” Heather sounded sad.
“Why don’t you write your numbers down and leave them on the counter?”
“Okay, we will!” Crystal chimed excitedly. “Are you almost ready? We wanna say good-bye.”
I laid my forehead against the back of the bedroom door and groaned. I hated this part, the promise-to-call-them-even-though-I-know-I-never-will part. It’s not that I felt bad about the lying; that was part of life. It was faking that I was sad to see them go.
I walked into the kitchen and Crystal was leaning against the kitchen table with her arms folded across her chest, sticking her bottom lip out.
“Don’t be sad.” I tried not to sound annoyed. “Things happen. We’ll do this again.”
Lie.
“I know, we just had so much fun,” she pouted. It only made me more anxious to get her out of my damn house.
Crystal reached up to kiss me and suddenly I remembered why I’d brought her home in the first place. That girl had a mouth capable of working magic, whether it was on my tongue or my cock.
“Wait, you don’t have a car here!” I exclaimed, using that as an excuse to pull back from her.
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and shook her head.
“Here.” I walked over to the hockey puck-shaped cookie jar on my counter and pulled out two twenty-dollar bills. “Let me pay for a cab for you guys.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Heather held her hands up as I walked toward them with the money.
“No, I want to. It’s the least I can do for having to leave so suddenly. Please.”
“Thank you so much, Viper. It’s sweet of you to do that for us. You’re so considerate.” Crystal threw her arms around my neck, and as I hugged her back, I peeked at that cookie jar, which held stacks of twenty-dollar bills exactly for this occasion, and smiled to myself.
Once they closed the front door, I turned back to the counter and picked up the piece of paper they’d left. The bottom of the paper glistened with two lip prints from where they’d each kissed it.
Cute, but no thanks.
I opened a drawer and tossed the piece of paper inside with all the others. Some men had notches in their headboards. I had a drawer full of numbers that I’d never call.
A LITTLE BIT later, I’d just finished getting ready when my phone buzzed. It was Big Mike telling me they were outside.
“That was fast,” I said, climbing into the backseat of his Tahoe. “Hi, Michelle.”
“Hey, Viper.” She looked back and smiled at me.
“I know. We’re never lucky enough to find a sitter on such short notice, but my sister’s in town and staying with us, so she said to go,” Mike answered as he pulled out into tr
affic.
“Taylor?”
“Yes, Taylor.”
Big Mike had one younger sister and she had been the reason for me making a deposit at the spank bank more than once. She had long blond hair and even longer legs that I dreamed about having wrapped around my waist while I fucked her against a wall.
“Stop it,” Mike snapped playfully.
“Stop what?” I shot back.
“Thinking about her. I can feel it.” He glared at me in the rearview mirror. “She’s my sister, which makes her absolutely, one-hundred and fifty percent off-limits.”
Michelle smiled and shook her head as I let out a guilty laugh. “Ah, Mikey, my boy, you know me so well.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes.
We drove for a little bit before pulling off the highway into the parking lot of the run-down, hole-in-the-wall bar that had quickly become our new favorite place. Brody had found Stumpy’s on accident after taking a wrong turn one night.
Go figure.
Way back when he and Kacie were still dating and he’d been driving there to see her all the time, he’d been on his way home and had to piss. The first parking lot he’d found was Stumpy’s. It just so happened to be almost exactly halfway between the city and Brody’s new house, so it was the perfect meeting spot for all of us.
We walked into the dark, quiet bar and found Brody, Kacie, and Darla already there, seated at our usual table in the back corner. Kacie waved us over as Darla stood and skipped over to me, pulling me in for a hug.
“Hey there, stud.”
“Hey.” I squeezed her back, hard.
Being with Darla was easy. She used me just like I used her, and there were no expectations when we said good-bye. Not only was she one of the women who I’d break rules number two and three for, but I didn’t cringe when I rolled over in the morning and she was still there. The fact that she loved sports just as much as I did was a huge bonus. Being with her was like having a best friend I could fuck anytime I wanted. I knew she saw other men, and she knew I saw other women, but that didn’t matter. We were what we were with no promises.