ear. “Maybe hit a homerun?” My mind and heart both knew Six-Gun would never hurt me. He was the one thing in my life that I didn’t doubt. “The ball is in your court now, Six.”
He rolled us over ‘til he was on top and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Now you’re talking basketball, doll, but I’m picking up what you’re laying down.” His eyes connected with mine. “Just say the word if you want me to stop. No questions asked and we’ll go back to watching TV, okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
I wanted this.
I wanted Six-Gun.
“Okay.”
Chapter Thirteen
Flipped like a pancake…
Six-Gun
It was one little word, but it was huge.
Memphis wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. “Kiss me, Six.”
My lips connected with hers, and my body settled on top of her. Her hands roamed over my back and tugged up the hem of my shirt.
Our lips moved together, tasting and enjoying each other.
I wanted this more than my next breath, but I also knew I needed to take it slow. Memphis had said she wanted this, but I knew things could change in an instant. One touch might bring back memories she had buried deep.
She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “I always wondered how many tattoos you had,” she whispered. Her eyes roamed over my chest as her fingers traced the words there. “Your mom?” she asked.
I nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yeah. She died when I was eleven.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, doll. She had demons chasing her that caught up to her too soon.”
“But she must have been good if you put her name on you forever.”
I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “She did the best she could.” My mom’s life was tumultuous, but at the end of the day, I knew she loved me.
“And of course you have the Royal Bastards on you,” she laughed.
In the center of my chest, I had the Bastards’ patch tattooed on me. For a long time, I was on my own, looking for a purpose. The second I had walked into the Royal Bastards clubhouse, I knew I had found my family. “Yeah, I guess I’m stuck with them for life now.”
“Is that how that works?” she laughed.
I pulled her hand from my chest and leaned down. “Yeah, tattoos are pretty permanent.”
“You’re such a goofball, Six,” she laughed. “I had no idea tattoos were permanent.”
“Yeah, and now you’re stuck with me. Goofball and all.”
“Like a tattoo?” she giggled.
“Such a smartass.” I delved my fingers into her hair and tipped her head back. “I might have to keep that mouth busy if you get too sassy.”
“Oh, yeah?” she gasped. “Just how are you going to do that?”
I covered her lips with mine, and she sighed lightly.
Our mouths moved together while our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I sat back, lifting her with me, and pulled her shirt over her head. Our mouths left each other for a second, and we were back together instantly.
I struggled to free the clasp of her bra but finally managed to unhook it and slip it down her arms.
Her lips roamed away from my mouth and down my chest. She planted a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back onto the bed. She straddled my hips and put her hands on the fly of my jeans.
“You taking control, doll?” I laughed. I put my hands behind my head and chuckled. “I’m good with whatever you want, doll.”
If Memphis wanted to take the reins, topless, I was more than okay to just sit back and enjoy.
“I’m not doing all of the work, Six.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my chest. “But I am willing to do my part.”
She shifted back and kneeled between my legs. She popped open the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper. “Why am I not surprised you don’t wear underwear?” she laughed. My dick popped out and bobbed in front of her.
“Easy access?” I laughed.
She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and stroked up. “That is a fact.”
My laugh morphed into a groan, and I balled my hands into fists. “Holy fuck, Memphis,” I hissed.
She licked her lips and squeezed her hand around me. “Feel good?’ she whispered.
Good? It felt fucking amazing. “Yeah, doll. Fucking great.”
She scooted her knees back of bit and licked her lips. Her eyes were hungry with