Page 29 of Memphis Bound

My bladder screams for release as I stare at him. I squirm beneath him, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip without waking him. I move slow, barely daring to breathe. Call me crazy, but I don't think he sleeps much.

What he said yesterday about Jayson being his brother hit me hard. Whatever happened, I think it still haunts him. He regrets it. I saw it in his eyes. He could barely say his name without choking on it. I desperately want to know what happened to my brother, but I'm not sure demanding those answers from Memphis is the right thing to do anymore. Whatever happened back then still hurts him. He still grieves over it.

Riley didn't just give him a fresh start and a second chance. She saved his life. Making him face it all again now won't bring my brother back. All it'll do is hurt him all over again. As much as I want answers, I'm not sure they're worth the price anymore. Not if the cost is what peace he's managed to carve out.

I slide the rest of the way out from beneath him, preparing to stand. My right foot hits the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low and gritty from sleep, sending shivers down my spine. He catches me around the waist, hauling me backward onto the bed. Within seconds, I'm on my back again, pinned beneath his inked, muscular body.

"Would you let me go?" I huff, annoyed at how easily he manhandles me. And at how much I like it.

"You aren't sneaking out of my bed, princess," he growls, his expression dark as he looms above me, all hot and pissed off.

"I wasn't sneaking out, Memphis." I shove against his shoulder, trying to push him off…which is useless. The man is a freaking brick wall. "Get off, you big bully. I need to pee."

"Oh yeah?" he challenges. His eyes run across my face, one brow lifting as a devilish smirk dances at his lips.

Shit, I've done it again. The more I push his buttons, the more he pushes back.

"Don't you dare," I hiss, knowing full well what that glint in his eye means. No one tells Memphis what to do. It's a dare to him every damn time.

He slips his hand between my legs, homing in on my clit. "Better come fast, Toto. Because you aren't leaving this bed until you do."

"Oh, God," I moan, arching into his touch despite myself. Damn him and his irresistible ways.

His dark chuckle rolls over me, his breath hot against my neck. "No, Kylie. It's not God. I clawed my way out of hell, baby. You scream for Memphis."

And there it is, the reminder of the tortured past that still haunts him. The one I'm still trying to understand, even as I surrender my heart and soul to him.

He continues to torment me, knowing damn well that he's got me right where he wants me. I don't care about the bathroom anymore. I don't care about anything but what he's doing to me. My body trembles under his relentless assault, each stroke of his fingers driving me higher.

"Please, Memphis," I gasp, desperation edging into my voice as the need to come builds to an unbearable peak.

"Tell me who you belong to, Kylie," he orders, an edge of authority in his gravelly voice that makes me crazy.

I want to tell him that I don't belong to anyone. No one owns me. No one controls me. But he does, damn him.

"Y-you," I gasp, my mind a haze of pleasure. "I belong to you."

"Fuck yeah, you do," he growls, focusing his attention on pushing me over the edge. And no one focuses quite like Memphis. When he wants something, he's implacable.

His fingers drive into me with a relentless pace, curling and stroking that sweet spot deep inside that has stars erupting behind my eyes.

I writhe beneath him, my body bowing off the bed as the knot of pleasure winds tighter and tighter. His calloused thumb circles my clit with just the right pressure, playing my body like one of his drums.

"That's it, baby," he rasps against my ear, his eyes locked on my face. "Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my fingers."

A strangled moan escapes my lips as the coil inside me snaps. I groan his name as I come apart in his arms, my body shuddering with the force of my release. For a moment, I'm lost in the ecstasy, everything but the pleasure disappearing.

But he isn't done with me yet.

Before I even come down, he flips me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up.

"On your knees, princess," he commands, his eyes blazing with desire as he cranes my head back with one hand in my hair.

I obey without hesitation, the raw power in his voice compelling me to submit. He positions himself behind me, the heat of his body radiating against mine. Anticipation spikes as he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"Ready for more, Toto?" he teases, his breath hot against my ear as he runs his cock through my folds.