Tin nods, “Thanks, Randi.”
Her eyes narrow at him. “Thank me by giving me my damn money.”
Her tone shocks the shit out of me. I’ve known this bitch for a year or so now. Not once in that entire time have I heard her raise her voice to a customer. She’s always been a quiet mouse that seemed out of place in a biker bar. When it came to Tin, her shyness was even worse. She couldn’t meet his eyes and her cheeks would be as red as fire. A blind man could see she wanted him, and he gave her what she wanted a few months ago. Guess she’s pissed he didn’t come back for seconds.
“I’ve already cleared my stuff out the trailer, so you can take him there as soon as you’re ready to move him.”
Rollo is taking Toke to her place and gonna hold his ass there, until our shit is done. It’s gonna be hard enough to remove the gavel from Cash; I don’t need to worry about Toke being around too. “I’ll make sure we get word to you as soon as Rollo clears out, and you can have your place back,” He replies.
She shakes her head but doesn’t make eye contact. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be on the road by the time you leave.”
I can see his body tighten and he leans towards her. “We need to talk.”
She shakes her head, fear crossing her face. “No, I’ve said all I’ve got to say. I just want my money so I can get out of this hell hole.”
“I said we need to talk.” Not giving her time to deny him again, he grabs her arm as he stands up. Pulling her with him, he walks to the back of the bar.
I watch as she fights him every step of the way then turn to Rollo. “Are you ready to move him?”
He nods, “Yeah. Come on, let’s get this done.”
Getting off the bar stool, I put out my cigarette and head towards Toke. By the time I get to him, his eyes are starting to droop. His head wobbles as he looks up to me. I can see the reality of the situation settle in his eyes. Instead of fighting it he says, “Take care of Nina.”
His words send a chill through my body. Without hesitation, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him to me. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Keep her safe, keep her away from Cash,” My father’s name comes out on a whisper as his eyes close.
Phone Sex
Shay
Hitting the speaker on my phone, I lay it on the pillow beside my head and move one hand to my breast, while the fingers of my other hand work my clit. “It feels so good.”
“Slide your fingers into that tight little pussy. Can you feel me plunging my cock into you?” His voice is rough with pleasure.
My fingers pump into my wet depths as I close my eyes getting lost in Bowie’s breathless words while I imagine exactly what he says. “Yeah, Bowie, I feel you. So hard.” I groan.
“That’s it baby, rub your clit, and come on my cock.”
Doing as he says, my fingers circle my clit. Each flick of my fingers sends shots of pleasure throughout my entire body, I’m primed and ready to explode. I can hear Bowie’s breath hitch on the other side of the line. From the last several nights, I can tell he is close so I let out a soft moan knowing how he loves to hear me.
“Are you almost there, baby?”
“Ahh, Bowie, I’m right there.”
“Fuck, Shay, come. Come now, let me hear you.”
I imagine his hand circling his thick shaft as he strokes his cock. The muscles in his arm straining with the fierceness of his efforts, nothing my man does is anything less than fierce; including him working us to our mutual orgasm. The knot in my stomach builds and builds until it has nowhere further to go. Finally the knot snaps and my world is lost in Bowie’s grunt of pleasure and the crashing ecstasy of my own release. Bowie’s name falls from my lips over and over as I work myself through my orgasm.
I hear him grunt out my name and know he’s found his own release. “Fuck, baby, that was good.”
“Uhmhum,” I mumble in my post orgasmic haze.
He lets out a triumphant laugh, “And to think you said you could never get yourself off for me. That’s three nights in a row, too shy my ass.”
Sex, even phone sex, is amazing with Bowie. Everything we do is new to me. Each time he touches me, calls my name, it’s like a whole new world has opened up to me. Marcus touched me during sex, but it was never for my benefit. I didn’t touch him; I didn’t want to and he never told me to, so I would lay there with my hands fisted by my side.
With Bowie, everything is different. He makes me feel comfortable in my sexuality. He guides me, without forcing me to do anything. I thought I could never recover from the trauma of Marcus, but Bowie shows me every day how things should really be between a man and a woman.