“Everyone wants you, Memphis,” she whispers, looking down at her tangled hands.

I sit down next to her. “I’m sure anyone who got close enough to smell that … that fucking smell you emit feels the same.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She scowls slightly.

“Pheromones? Your perfume? You? Fuck, whatever it is, it’s insanely sexy.” I want out of this conversation and into her. It’s confusing, that smell.

She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t give her a chance.

I grab the back of her head and pull her toward me. My lips smash against hers, and she whimpers. My tongue pushes into her mouth as I pull her on top of me.

“Memphis,” she moans as I kiss down that pornographic neck, licking, sucking, tasting, and trying my best not to eat it or mark its perfection. As my lips come to the base, I have no desire to stop there, so I don’t.

I pull the back of her tank top up and unclip her bra with one hand. Her back arches, and she whimpers again.

Her shirt is off, and her bra is fucking next. I would tear it, but I need to slow down, or it’s going to be over before it begins.

“Tales, no one has ever made me feel so fucking insane before. I am losing my mind,” I say between kissing and nipping down her shoulder, pushing her bra strap down as I go.

Her body trembles as I pull her leg up so she is straddling me while taking the strap in my teeth and lifting her arm as I pull it free.

“Memphis,” she gasps as I kiss the soft silhouette of her perfect, little globes, heading toward her peaked, little ruby reds. “Stop.”

Fuck, I scream in my head and look up.

She looks stunned, covering her mouth.

I pull it away. “Talk to me, Tales. Tell me what you need me to say, to do in order to get deeper inside of you.”

“This is wrong,” she says quietly, looking down and covering her breasts.

“What feels wrong about it?”

“You, me. It’s not like—”

“Like what?” I ask as my hands rest on her thighs.

“We’ll see each other again.”

“We’ll be seeing a whole lot of each other for the next few days, a lot more if we can get this hashed out quickly.”

“Right and it will be uncomfortable.”

“Only for a while.” I can’t help smirking. “You’ll stretch, get accustomed to my—”

She slaps my shoulder lightly and covers her mouth to muffle her laugh, completely letting her tits show again. She notices when I make it obvious, so being the … gentleman I am, I pull her against me so they’re covered.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to make you more comfortable,” I tell her, holding her tightly to me with one hand as I lean forward, looking into Emerald City as I pull my shirt over my head and kiss her hot, little mouth again.

When I pull the shirt out from between us, she gasps into my mouth, and I kiss her harder. Her hands grab my shoulders, and I feel her push slightly. Then she shocks me by pulling me closer.

Her tongue strokes mine, and I release her back to cup POW!, pulling her snuggly up against my rock hard erection.

She whimpers, then tangles her hands in my hair. I feel the muscles in her ass clench. She’s trying to hold back, so I raise my hips a bit and give her a nudge. She cries out and tries to pull away.

“Tales, did that feel wrong?” I nudge her again.

She cries out, “No.”

“No as in stop? Or no as in it feels fucking good, Memphis?” I ask with another nudge.

Her body quivers, and she bites my collarbone as she cries out against my flesh.

I grab her hips, knowing she’s on edge, and I know damn well I am going to be the one to push her right the fuck over.

I guide her back and forth against my strained, denim-covered cock.

“Memphis, stop. Oh, please stop,” she says, so I ease up, but she is rocking it now.

Back and forth, her hips move as I kiss her neck with POW! firmly in my hands.

“I can’t—”

“You’re there, babe. Let go. Take what you want, what you need,” I groan as I suck on her neck.

“Oh, Lord,” she says as her body stiffens, and then she cries out my name.

“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling her closer as her body relaxes against mine.

She is panting, and I feel her heart racing, beating like a drum.

I rub slowly up and down her back as she comes down from an orgasm. She doesn’t move, even when I know she has come back down from cloud Memphis. Her body grows tight again, less relaxed.

I let her sit there for a moment because, quite frankly, my cock is hard as fuck, and the pressure against it is welcome.

Finally, she sits up and scurries off my lap, her knee nailing my hard-on.

“What the hell, Tales?” I half-laugh, half-groan as I grab myself. “Da fuck?”

“Sorry. That was … um—”

“You better get over here and kiss it better, Tales,” I groan.

“What?” She looks at me in confusion.

“You kneed me in the nuts.” I rub myself a little.

She gasps and covers her mouth. “Sorry.”

“Kiss it better, and I’ll—”

“Will not.” She laughs nervously.

“Fine.” I give an exaggerated sigh. “At least come back over here.”

She shakes her head as she grabs her tank top and puts it on.

“What’s the problem?”

“Embarrassed,” she mumbles.

“Because you got off on my lap?”

“Memphis, good Lord,” she grumbles, making me smile.

“It was fucking hot, Tales,” I say, standing up and reaching down my pants to adjust myself. “That’s a first for me, sweet cheeks.”

“Well, me, too,” she says as she reaches behind her and tries to snap her bra back on.

I get up and walk behind her. “I am giving you a hand.” I do it slowly, purposefully. “Why is this going back on?”

“Because,” she says and steps forward, “they’ll wonder where we are.”

“They know where we are, fixing your banged-up toe.” I pull her back by her bra strap and attack her neck.

She squirms. “Tickles.”

“Tastes fucking good.” I lick her again.

The door handle jiggles. “Open the door!”

“Oh no, oh no, no, no—”

“Sit. I’ve got this.” I walk toward the door and get hit on the back of the head with my shirt. I look back and give her a what-the-hell look, and she smiles and shakes her head, then looks down. “Foot up on the couch, sweet cheeks.”

I throw my shirt on and open the door as Mads is about ready to beat it down again.

“I can handle my damn self,” she huffs with a smirking River and Finn following her in. Billy looks annoyed.

“What the hell’s going on?” I fixate on Billy.

“Those guys came back. I was dancing with them and he”—she points at Billy—“started shit with them.”

“No, Madison, they pushed past me and—”

“Man the fuck up, Billy. You want a piece of me, take it,” Madison steps up to him.

“Whoa, whoa! What the hell did you just say?” Billy gasps.

“Pft.” Madison pushes past me and heads to Tallia. “He’s lyin’, and denyin’, Tales. Who the hell wouldn’t want a piece of this?” Tally laughs as Mads puts her head on her shoulder. “How’s the piggy?”

“Fine.” Tally leans her head against Mads.

“Did my brother try to get down your pants? ’Cause, if he did that, I would cut—”

I smirk. “She tried to get in mine.”

“Lyin’ and denyin’.” Tally giggles.

Her giggle hits me in the junk, too. It makes me smile.

“Tell yourself whatever it is you need to, Tallia Annabelle Priest. You know you want me.” I wink.

“Her initials are T.A.P.?” River laughs. “If that’s not an omen, man …”

I smirk because I have thought about those initials for years, but I never wanted to embarrass her that badly.

Billy starts to walk out.

“Where are you going?”

“Your sister told those guys to back off; they didn’t listen.”

“How do you know? You weren’t even…” Madison snaps, and he interrupts.

“I just do,” Billy snaps back then walks out.

River follows. “It’s about to get fun up in here.”