“Have you slept with her?” she spits out.

“You know we’ve slept together. She’s in there now, sleeping,” I emphasize the word sleeping.

“You know what I mean, Memphis,” she says in an angry, yet sad tone. “Did you fuck Tally?”

“No.” She looks at me like I’m full of shit. “Never been a liar, Madison, and again, no, I haven’t fucked, banged, stuck my dick in her—”

“Fine,” she says, shaking her head. “Now answer one more question.”

“Then you’ll leave me alone about it, Mads. Not another word, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Then shoot.”

“Do you wanna?”

“Fuck, yes,” I say without hesitation. “She’s beautiful and good and—”

“She’s good; don’t forget that.”

“Never could. Now how about you answer me a question?”

“Shoot,” she throws my word back at me.

“Which one of my band mates do you wanna fuck?”

“Every single one of them.” There is no hesitation in her answer, and it’s like a knife to the gut. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the honest answer to, Memphis.”

“Lose the ’tude, Gertrude. I am warning you now: you fuck one and I am going through your high school yearbook and banging every bitch in it.” I grab the back of her head, pull it toward me, and give her a loud, sloppy kiss because I know she hates it. Then I walk away.

“Pig.”

“Oink, oink, Mads. Oink fucking oink,” I say as I think, just like Dad. “Now feed me. I’m fucking starving.”

I walk around the corner, where Mom eyes me suspiciously. “Good evening, beautiful lady.” I give her a one-armed hug and kiss her cheek.

“Did you have a nice nap?” she asks, giving me the mom eye. It’s like the stink eye, but for moms.

“Yes. And, Mom, I’m not banging Tales.”

“Sit and eat,” she says, wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. “No more talk like that, and be nice to your sister.”

“She started it.” I know I’m whining, and when I hear snickering and look over, I see the entire band trying not to laugh. “Mind your business.”

Tales is quiet when she and Madison walk out. She’s even more off than she was before. I promised I wouldn’t say anything to Madison, but I hoped she would. Girls need to talk to each other and shit.

After dinner, I get another pill, which makes me really tired immediately. When no one is looking, Tales sets a bottle of water beside me, not just once, but three times. I give her a wink. She looks around to make sure no one sees it, and then we go about our business.

Our business is kind of boring in all actuality. Finn is spending most of his time hunched over a notebook, writing, and Billy is playing guitar. He’s not bad at it, either. River—well, River is like a little cockroach. He scurries away when Mom walks in a room, like she’s a damn burst of light, and trust me, she’s not. She is all gloom and doom, and when I get ahold of that motherfucker, he’s gonna see darkness for sure. Mads and Tales talk. Well, Mads talks; Tales interjects once in a while. As much as I strain to hear what is being said, I can’t. Then I fall asleep.

***

I wake up in my room, where Tales is standing beside the bed, looking at me.

“You taking a walk again, Tallia?”

She shakes her head and pulls her nightshirt over her head.

“You know what you’re asking for?” I ask as my dick hardens immediately.

She nods and drops her shorts.

“Say something so I know for damn sure you’re awake, sweet cheeks.”

With her voice full of desire, she asks, “Do you have a condom?”

“Would it offend you if I said I had enough to last for a long fucking time?”

She shakes her head, crawling up onto the foot of the bed as I reach over and grab a condom out of the nightstand.

I rip it open with my teeth and roll it on.

“You sleep naked all the time?” she asks as she straddles my thighs.

“Only when I know there is something I want that wants me as badly.”

“Right,” she says as she reaches up and takes me in her hands.

“This isn’t how I wanna rock with you, Tales. I want a little more control.”

“You want me to stop?” she asks as she strokes me.

Teasing, taunting, and not at all the Tally I knew growing up, but she is not a kid anymore. She is all woman.

I sit up and grab her hair, tugging it so Emerald City is shining in the moonlight coming through the window. I kiss her, lick her, and like always, she tastes addictive, more so every time.

I let go of her hair in favor of gripping her ass and pulling her up against me. “My show, Tales. I’m gonna rock you my way.”

“Please,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, and then her hands fist in my hair.

I love and hate this. I want her on her back. I want her on the wall. I want her ass in both my fucking hands. Right now, though, I’ll take her any way I can get her.

I reach between us and rub my cock against her hot, soaked opening and push in.

“Fuck!” I roar. “Fuck fuckity fucking shit, you’re tight, Tally. So fucking tight.”

She doesn’t say anything, only bites my shoulder as I push in more. “Fuck, I need like a shoehorn or some motherfucking—”

“More,” she says, and hell yes, I give her more.

Her body shakes as she bites down harder.

“Sweet cheeks, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re soaked, I wrapped, and—”

“More,” she growls at me.

I push in farther, then reach between us and play with her clit. She pushes against me and whimpers.

“Memphis, please just—”

I grip her ass, flip her over, and I know I am smashing her into the sheets until I can get my good arm to hold my weight.

“Three, two …” I can’t take it anymore. I want in, and I take it.

She cries out my name as if singing praises to the stars.

“You okay?”

“No. God, it’s … it’s …”

“Yours, Tales.” I roll my hips, stretching her because she is so tight I am ready to burst from days of need and the pressure. “Relax, sweet cheeks. Feel; don’t think.”

I’m fucking this up. She is inexperienced, and the only foreplay I performed was this afternoon.

I roll to my side and bring her leg over my hip. “Sorry.” I kiss her neck, her cheeks, and then her mouth. I suck on her tongue, reaching around to grip her ass. I spread her wide, and thank fuck she’s flexible. I rub my finger around the back entrance of her pussy, and she moans.

“Good, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She kisses me now, sucking my tongue like she did my cock earlier.

I grip her ass and guide it back and forth slowly, making sure not to give her too much or too little. Her muscles inside relax as I begin to thrust in and out, taking her further when I feel she’s ready.

“That’s so fucking good, Tallia. So. Fucking. Good.” My dick is now sliding in and out easily as I fuck her slowly, but still give it to her hard.

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, yes.”

I love the sounds she makes when I am almost all the way in. It’s like I am stealing her breath.

“Take me how you want me, Memphis. I want you to.”

“I’ll take it just like this. Fuck, Tales, my jam is usually harder, faster, but this, this is fucking heaven. I am inside the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever feel. You … Fuck, Tales, you are the closest thing to—”

“Oh, God.”

I feel her walls contract and squeeze me.

“Come for me, Tales. Come for me now and then do it again.”

We rock, we sway, we stop, we kiss, and then we start all over again.

“I don’t ever want out. I’m in so deep, I don’t ever want out.”

Gently, she pushes me so I roll to my back, and she follows, my dick never leaving her. I have one hand behind me, resting on a pillow, and the other spreading her so I can see her tight, little pussy milking my cock.

I run my thumb between her folds and press her little, pink clit. She whimpers, so I do it again and again. Each time, she rides me harder and faster until she is finally exhausted. Then she leans down, and I cup her perfect little B cups and bounce her up and down. I pinch her nipple, and she grips my hand with both of hers, holding on as she falls apart on top of me.