Hustle Me (26 page)

I smiled and shook my head. "So, you call me babe, when other women want me?"
 

She shrugged and tossed them in the trash. "Maybe."
 

I walked up close to her, almost to where our lips were touching. "They didn't have shit on you, not even both of them together."
 

She pushed me away and kept smiling. "You're sick!"
 

"Hey, it's the truth." I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my chest. "This perfect ass is what I dream about at night. I picture your plump lips around my dick and your titties bouncing all around my face. I wake up all hard and ready to fill you with my love juice."
 

Her eyebrow cocked up and she shook her head. "Love juice?"
 

"Yeah, you know how it is. Stop denying your addiction to my penis. It's not healthy to lie."
 

Charlie's head flew back as she continued to laugh at my sarcasm. I loved making her smile, she was so beautiful.
 

"I think I just threw up in my mouth." She pushed away from me and started cleaning up.
 

I waited until she made it to the other end of the bar, where the last two men sat finishing their beers. "Yeah, we'll see who's begging for it later."
 

In time, the guys finally left and Charlie and I closed up the bar. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her halfway up the steps. I only let her down because she was kicking all around and I thought I was going to drop her. Once we got into the bedroom, I
watched her toss off her shirt. She threw it in my direction, hitting me in the face. As I ripped it away from my view I noticed she was kicking off her pants and walking slowly toward the bathroom. I licked my lips just thinking about all the places I wanted my mouth to be. "Are you coming or not?"
 

"Oh, we're both going to be coming." I started stripping as I made my way to the bathroom.
 

There were two things that I loved in life. One was the game of billiards and the other was Charlie. With time being the most crucial part of our lives, we needed to decide what we were going to do.
 

The only problem with me focusing on our problems was the fact that my hot ass girlfriend was climbing into the shower buck ass naked waiting for me to join her. Since I hated to see her sad, I chose to join her.
 

I think I was rock hard before the warm water hit my skin. Charlie had her arms up while she lathered up her hair. I ran my hands up her wet back and then back down to her slippery ass. I sat my chin down on her shoulder and kissed her neck. My hands lingered up her abdomen then straight to her breasts. I ran my
fingers across each of her nipples, getting them hard as the water stamped down over us. Charlie rubbed her butt against my erection, letting me know she was ready and willing. She didn't have to tease me. I ran one of my fingers down her little ass crack until I reached her pussy. I rubbed against her smooth lips until my fingers slid into her hot entrance. She continued to grind her ass into me as I teased her clit with my fingertips.
 

The more she pressed that fine ass up against me, the more I couldn't mess around any longer. My dick was throbbing and there was only one place it needed to be. I spun Charlie around and met her lips with mine. Her hands ran up my chest, while I wrapped my arms around to her ass and picked her up. I pushed her up and against the shower wall and lowered her until I was able to slide right inside. Charlie cried out when I first began to pump myself inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my back and her arms around my neck. The friction was harder under the constant stream of the water, but it made it feel better. The longer I thrust myself into her, the faster my release was coming. The moment she cried out and I felt her inner walls pushing me out, I lost it and let myself finish. I pressed her hard against the
shower wall as I halted my pace and focused in those final moments of bliss.
 

I let Charlie down slowly, still kissing her on the lips while I did it. "Damn woman, you got me all worked up."
 

She laughed and finished washing her body, like we had not just done what we did. I leaned against the shower, still trying to catch my breath, while I watched her lathering up her body. She shook her head. "You ready for round two?"
 

I sighed and slapped her on the ass. "Stop teasing me, or tonight will be the night where I set a new record."
 

With a towel wrapped around her body she leaned against the bathroom wall. "Record for what?"
 

"For how many times I can make you come in one night." Oh yeah, it was going to be a long night.
 

Chapter 29
 

Charlie
 

I woke up on Jammer's side of the bed, naked and wrapped in his arms. His bright colored tattoos covered my arms, leaving me unable to get up without waking him. My back was to his chest and he snored softly into my hair. This position could have been portrayed as uncomfortable, but for me, it was heavenly. I'd never felt more safe then when I was in this position. My past and all of the suffering went away as soon as I felt those arms wrapping around me.
 

My dreams had stopped. I don't know whether it was the fact that I had Jammer, or that I'd learned so much more about my real father. It could also be the fact that for the first time, I'd found a real home. My little brother, who I couldn't imagine raising at first, had become the single most important thing in my life. Every single day that child made me smile. I was completely in love with him and adored being his sister. Sure, I'd had several foster families with children, but this was my blood sibling. Nothing could
tear that apart. No matter where we were, we'd always have that connection.
 

Since I had to pee terribly, I slowly worked my way out of Jammer's arms. He reached for me, but I kept scooting until I made it off the bed. "Come back," he whined.
 

"I have to go to the bathroom." I didn't wait to hear what he said, because I was about to pee down my leg. Since I was in the bathroom, I decided to brush my hair and teeth before climbing back into bed. He knew what I did and shook his head.
 

"Why do you always do that? I love your morning hair. It's all eighties hair band looking. It makes me want to crank up Bon Jovi and play the air guitar."
 

I cuddled back up into his arms and felt his erection pressing against my ass. "Seriously, I think you remain hard all of the time."
 

He ran his hands up my sides, giving me goose bumps until he reached my breasts. "When you're naked, I'm hard."
 

"I guess I better start wearing footed pajamas," I teased.
 

He drug his teeth over the center of my back. "I'd find the zipper, expose your breasts and then get hard. Stop arguing with me. It makes my dick harder."
 

I started to giggle and turned my body back around to face him. "Can we just stay in bed all day?"
 

Jammer ran his hands through my long hair. "A much as I would like that, there is your brother that we have to feed and make sure he doesn't climb out windows or watch porn."
 

I buried my head in his chest and lightly slapped him. "Eww that is my little brother you're talking about."
 

He started laughing. "Yeah, but he's got to learn sometime. How do you think I learned?"
 

I put my hands over my ears so I couldn't hear him continue to creep me out. I didn't want to picture a little boy watching dirty movies and touching himself. I mean, I know it was going to be inevitable, but I didn't want to think about it until my brother was at least a little bit older. "I'm not removing my hands until you promise not to talk about that anymore."
 

When I felt Jammer grab the covers and pull them over my back, I knew it was because my brother had walked into the bedroom. "Hey, buddy."
 

He climbed up on the bed and wedged himself between us. Being that neither of us were dressed, I kept the covers pulled tight under my arms. "Charlie, my belly hurts."
 

I reached up and touched his forehead and he was burning up. Jammer saw my concern and slid a pair of underwear under the covers. I kept Ry's attention while he pulled them on and climbed out of the bed. He went right into the kitchen and grabbed the thermometer and Tylenol, then came back in and grabbed him so that I could get dressed.
 

I threw on a pair of Jammer's sweats and a t-shirt and ran out to be with them.
 

He had Ryan on the counter with the thermometer in his mouth. When it beeped I pulled it out to see that his temperature was one hundred and four. Panic came over me when I thought about what to do next. "We need to call the doctor!"
 

Jammer handed me the phone and the magnet off the fridge with the number to my brother's pediatrician. After freaking
out to someone who was obviously just a medical receptionist, we had an appointment with the doctor. Jammer held a rag on my brother's head while I managed to put some of my own clothes on, not that it mattered because as soon as I went to check on him, he projectile vomited all over the front of me. The smell filled my nostrils and I made a dash for the hall bathroom to vomit myself.
 

About ten minutes later, I came out of my room changed and found that Jammer had cleaned up the puke on the floor and was sitting on the couch with a bucket in one hand and my brother in his other arm. He looked up at me and started laughing. "Wow, I never saw you run so fast."
 

"Shut up! I have a weak stomach."
 

"Maybe you're pregnant." He threw me a wink.
 

I was speechless. How could he even joke about something like that? "You aren't funny!"
 

He rubbed my brother's head. "Would you be happy if your sister had a baby?"
 

He was so lethargic, but nodded his head up and down anyway.
 

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the car keys off the counter. Jammer ran into the bedroom and in the matter of time it took me to get a jacket on my brother, he was changed and had shoes on. "You ready?"
 

"You’re coming too?"
 

He grabbed the keys out of my hand and picked up Ryan. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? Who's going to help the kid when he starts to puke and you follow suit?"
 

I smiled and followed behind him. When we walked past the bar I grabbed a plastic bag, just in case he had to puke again.
 

The doctor visit turned out to make me look like a worry wart. Apparently my brother had a virus that was going around and it included a high grade fever. After his second dose of Tylenol, it was down and he was fine. The doctor ordered us to keep him on a liquid diet until we were sure that he could keep what he ate down.
 

Jammer offered to take turns with me so that we could open the bar and manage the lunch rush. Since Shaun was running the kitchen, it was easy for just one of us to be downstairs. I think Jammer liked it because every day he would
watch the billiards competitions on television while he worked. If he was upstairs, he'd have to watch whatever my brother wanted. As much as Ryan wanted to play pool with Jammer, he didn't exactly find watching an hour long pool event the same kind of exciting.
 

Jammer had taken the first round of working the bar and I hadn't even planned on falling asleep, but was woken up to his kisses. "Charlie, wake up, sexy," he whispered.
 

I opened my eyes and looked over at the opposite end of the couch where my brother was still asleep.
 

Once we got into the bedroom he plopped down onto the bed. "It was busy as shit earlier. I think everyone in town came to get drunk on their lunch break."
 

"Maybe they just heard about the awesome bartender the new owner hired." I climbed on top of his back and kissed his ear.
 

He kept his face buried in the blankets. "You didn't hire me. I hired myself."
 

I rolled my eyes. "How could I forget? I mean, you were the biggest asshole I'd ever met."
 

"You act like you weren't at all a total bitch." He leaned up on his elbow and flicked one of my nipples.
 

"Ouch, don't do that."
 

"Let's have sex." He sat up and tugged at my shirt.
 

I pulled it back down. "Seriously, my brother is in the other room."
 

He let out a chuckle as he pulled my ass in his direction. "Just bend over."
 

I laughed as I pulled out of his arms and jumped off the bed. I pointed in his direction. "You need to buy a damn magazine or something."
 

He rolled over on his back and kept laughing. "Baby, they don't work after being with you. Nothing compares."
 

I could feel the burning in my cheeks after he made the comment. I knew I made him horny, but I never thought it was like that. "I don't know what to say to that."
 

"You don't need words." He came up behind me and tugged down my pants. I tried to pull away, but I was giggling too hard.
 

"At least let me close the door, you freak."
 

He held onto my hips and walked me over to the door, with my pants down around my ankles. As soon as I clicked the lock, he stepped on my pants and removed them from my feet. With one of his hands, his pushed me over so that I could touch my feet. I felt his fingers sliding down my ass until he reached my pussy from behind. I kept my body completely bent over by grabbing the back of my knees. It must have spread my ass more, because I heard him moan as he took a hand and rubbed it all over both of my cheeks. "This is the best fucking ass on the planet."