Page 21 of Memphis

My words stopped when she produced a gun, aiming it at my head. We were only inches apart, but the thing was, Memphis King wouldn’t miss even if the length of a football field separated us.

At night.

With no lights.

During a fucking sandstorm.

“Say that shit again and I will gleefully end you! Fuck feelings or good dick or your family’s retaliation. I’ll kill them, too!” she advised me, no longer yelling. Her voice was calm and very collected.

She meant that shit.

“Memphis…” I began.

“King!”

I sighed, now tasting my own blood as it oozed from my nose into my mouth. “King, come here.”

She backed further away from me and lifted her free hand, using it to steady the already stable gun. “Why?”

I decided to take a chance, inching forward and lifting my hand to push the gun aside as I eased closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her lips quivered as she stared at me, her eyes telling me what I already knew, what I’d always known. She loved me. She loved me almost as much as I loved her, but I’d hurt her. My entire family hurt her. The Agency hardened her. Still, the eyes staring into mine at that moment didn’t belong to the woman who held on to the hurt I caused all those years ago. They belonged to the twenty-something year-old who captured my heart and kept it under her control every day since. Her breathing was harsh as I lowered my bloody face to her immaculate one and kissed her, her soft body instantly melting into mine. My hands trembled like they always did when she let me touch her like this. My heart hammered, and I felt a little woozy—side effects of one Memphis Blue King.

First, I heard the gun fall; then I felt her arms loop my neck, and finally, she wrapped those thick thighs around me, making my dick virtually rip through the fabric of my pants. Confession: I’d never desired any woman the way I desired her. No other woman had come close to satisfying me like she did. No other woman took my breath away while simultaneously being the oxygen that kept me alive. The possibility of us one day reconciling was my only reason for climbing out of bed for nearly thirty years. Well, that and making money. I was fond of making money, too. But Memphis? She was it, my one and only.

I gripped her round ass, kissing her and moaning into her mouth, the taste of my blood combining with her minty freshness. I needed to be inside her like yesterday. Wait, Iwasinside her yesterday. Amendment: I needed to be inside her all day every damn day. So, I walked us to the kitchen island, knocking the stool I’d abandoned aside before sitting her on the granite surface. The only sound in the room was our breathing as we ended the kiss and went to work undressing, our movements hasty and uncoordinated and frantic. Hell, I didn’t even bother to take my pants and underwear completely off, letting them pool around my ankles on the travertine floor. I didn’t bother to take my shirt off at all. Who had time for that shit when the best pussy in the free world was sitting right in front of me, ready to receive me?

I stepped between her legs, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the island, my dick jumping and leaking with anticipation. I could smell her pussy, the scent driving me something several miles past wild. Feral was a weak word, too. Was there a word to describe how unhinged her pussy, her body, herbeingmade me feel?

Hell. No.

I leaned in to kiss her, but she halted my progress with a hand to my chest. I can’t lie; I was considering begging her tolet me inside that pussy at that point, and if that didn’t work, a death threat wasn’t off the table.

I needed that crack between her legs…expeditiously.

Her long lashes fluttered as she moved her face closer to mine, so close that her breaths filled my nose. I closed my eyes and involuntarily moaned, expecting her to kiss me. Instead, she used that talented tongue of hers to clean my face, mopping up the still oozing blood with it. Something about the twistedness of that act sent my immoral ass over the proverbial edge. Somehow, I let her finish before grabbing the back of her head and kissing her so hard and deep that the shit was actually uncomfortable for me, but I didn’t care and neither did she.

My fucking twin.

In quick succession, I was inside her while silently begging my knees not to buckle and my nuts not to prematurely empty. I didn’t understand how every time with this woman felt as good as the first time. Nah, it felt better.

And better.

And fucking better.

I drove into her, backed up, and slammed forward again, her wails filling my ears as my heart felt like it could explode at any minute, and when her walls began to shudder around my dick, I whimpered, “I love you. I love you. I love you…”

And I did. Consequences be damned.

The next morning,I reluctantly left my bed and the woman who shared it. Stepped right past Moody, who was posted up in my garage, climbed into my car, and made the familiar thirty-minute drive from The Village to the Coventry Woods Estates subdivision situated on the other side of Parkton in a more rural area. Moody had followed me, trailing me through the gate after I entered the code and pulling into the driveway seconds afterI did. I knew he’d be on my tail, and I didn’t give a fuck. I had some shit to attend to.

I entered another code into the keypad by the front door, and despite the early hour, began yelling the names of the house’s occupants. Standing in the huge foyer, I observed as one by one, they descended the stairs—my mother, Zaccai, Layla, and last but not least, a twenty-eight-year-old man who hated my guts.

My son.

The feeling was lowkey mutual, though.

It’s a long story.

“What the fuck, man?! That bitch leave you or something? She the one who fucked your nose up?” Zaccai whined, his voice groggy and his face crusty.

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