49. Utah

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

utah

I ’d called Indy within minutes of leaving to set him up on a task. This one weighed heavier on my mind than anything else since Memphis told us about being held in that house.

I only made it a few hours into the drive toward Michigan before Memphis texted me. Just seeing her name flash across the screen made me feel like I could breathe a little easier.

Memphis

Supposed to storm here soon.

A plain fucking text message of just words shouldn’t have been able to send a rush of blood straight to my dick.

But here we were.

I didn’t even have the chance to respond before she’d sent another.

Memphis

These sex games. I’ve been thinking.

She was about to start sexting me, and I was about to die.

I responded to that shit as quickly as I could.

Me

I’m listening, angel.

Memphis

Our first night, you said I could tie you up and use you if I needed it to happen that way. Is that still an option?

Me

Knowing that it’s about to storm is why you’re thinking about this?

Memphis

Storms don’t make you think of me?

Me

Everything makes me think of you, sugar.

Memphis

Have you ever used just thoughts of me? I might be using thoughts of you tonight.

That was all the convincing that I needed to turn the truck right the fuck around. This job could wait a day. If I drove like an absolute psychopath, I could still get there with the storm.

Two hours later, I parked that truck right in its regular spot in front of the house in the middle of the downpour as the thunder rolled in with me. I spent an extra few minutes getting completely drenched to gather what she might need from the supplies that I kept in my truck before I crashed right back through the door of the house. I picked up one of the chairs from the table that sat off to the side in the kitchen and carried it with me into the hallway and right through that living room, where Jersey, Triss, and Indy were all spread around the couch.

“Utah?” Triss asked. “Is everything—” She gave up whatever she was thinking when she made sense of the shit that I was carrying and the direction that I was headed.

“What’s wrong?” Jersey asked. “What happened?”

I didn’t bother stopping. I was nearly to the other end of the room anyway when Indy burst into a fit of laughter.

“Booty call!” Indy howled. “He’s here on a fucking booty call!”

I heard plenty of commotion behind me after that, but I was already safely out of his reach while Triss screamed at Jersey to sit his big ass back on the couch.

Memphis shrieked when I threw her door open without so much as a knock or a hello. I dropped everything I was carrying right in the middle of the floor and turned back to slam the door and lock it.

“What are you doing?” She asked amid her own laughter. I had her entire body off the ground and in my arms a second later to pin her underneath me on her bed while the lightning flashed through the windows and the thunder rattled the panes.

“I know you’ve tried to convince me before that you don’t control this kind of weather, angel, but tell this storm to take its sweet time.”

She continued to giggle while I kissed all the way down her neck.

“Utah, everyone is home. Did you seriously just carry a chair and a bunch of rope all the way through this house? Jersey is going to be in here any second now if he saw all that,” she said and laughed.

“He’ll have to kick that door down if he wants in this room,” I whispered against her neck before I bit it. She gasped and arched up into me.

“He might do exactly that,” she said with another giggle.

The power went out with the next flash of lightning and her whole body tensed under me.

“It’s alright, sugar. I don’t need light. I already have every inch of you memorized. My hands know what to do.”

“Colt,” she gasped again. “When you say things like that?—”

I paused to give her a chance to use her brain on her words rather than doing everything in my power to scramble her thoughts. It didn’t work though. She didn’t say anything else.

“Do you want to tie me up now? Or do you want me to take this one?” I asked.

“You’ll just let me tie you to a chair?” she asked. “And do anything I want to you?”

“Anything you want,” I whispered and dragged my tongue all the way up her neck to start kissing my way across her jaw.

“I can’t think when you do that,” she said with another giggle.

“I don’t want you to think, angel.”

I raised myself off her just enough to be able to drag my fingers in between her legs and she sucked in a giant breath.

“That’s a pretty good way to make sure I’m not thinking,” she said.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Take your clothes off and sit in that chair.”

“That’s my girl.”

I was off her and out of my clothes in record time. I handed her the giant bandana that I used as a blindfold when it was necessary.

“You — you want me to cover your eyes?”

“I want you to do whatever you want, Memphis,” I said as I sat my happy ass right in that chair. I watched her look up and down my body several times. I couldn’t see her face very well between the flashes of lightning, but those brief moments of clarity were all I needed. She still wasn’t thinking. She was consumed entirely by lust, and I couldn’t remember a single time in my life when I’d ever been more excited. Memphis looked down to the floor, scanning the rest of the gear that came into the house with me. The gear that was about to become a bunch of sex toys.

“You’d let me put you in handcuffs?” she asked as she picked them up. It was cute that she still didn’t believe I was entirely on board for this.

“They’re not really the greatest for sex games, but they’re what I had. And I trust you, angel.”

“I don’t know how to tie your hands together,” she said while she paced around behind me to the rope on the floor.

“I won’t be trying to escape.”

Her fingers raked along my scalp not long after that until she had a handful of my hair. She pulled it until I was looking straight up at the ceiling, until she stepped closer. Then I was staring straight up at her.

“Are you testing me, sugar?” I chuckled. “Just seeing if I’ll react?”

“Maybe.”

She stepped around the front of me again and sat right in my lap. My hands went right to her hips. She might’ve been fully clothed, but my very hard dick being trapped between our stomachs didn’t seem to grasp that concept.

“Don’t touch me,” she whispered.

I dropped my hands straight to my sides. She looked down at both of them like she didn’t understand.

“Take my shirt off,” she tried next. She giggled when I ripped that thing over her head as quickly as I could move. I put my hands back at my sides but there was no stopping my eyes from dropping straight to her nipples. She smiled while she watched it happen. Then this little menace placed the handcuffs around my very erect dick like it was just meant to be a holder for them. She leaned forward into me and brought the bandana up over my eyes.

“That’s just mean,” I said, and chuckled while she leaned into me harder to tie the bandana behind my head. As soon as I couldn’t see, she removed the handcuffs from my fucking dick and pushed my shoulders back so I’d move my hands behind the chair. She was killing me so perfectly slowly by not standing to move to the back of the chair. Feeling the posts through her nipples pressing into me while she locked each cuff on my wrists was absolute torture.

Hearing the zipper on her jeans was an entirely different kind of torture once she’d removed herself from my lap. Memphis was so little and so quiet on her feet that I couldn’t even keep track of where she was, once I assumed she was done removing her own clothes. All of my skin broke out into goosebumps when her fingernails trailed up one bicep, across my shoulders, and down the other bicep.

“I know you said tattoos weren’t for you,” she said quietly. “But you’d look amazing with them.”

“I don’t look amazing now?” I asked and laughed. I made sure to tense every single part of my body, and I could only imagine that her eyes might’ve landed directly between my legs to the ridiculous length of me that always made her back arch and her eyes close.

“I didn’t say that, Utah.”

Christ .

She was right in front of me. Somehow below me. Her hands pushed my knees further apart and I felt her entire body move forward between my legs. The metal stud from her tongue at the base of my dick the next second was probably the closest I’d ever get to knowing what heaven felt like.

“These veins look like they’re here just for my tongue to follow them,” she said quietly. Her tongue traveled my full length from base to tip several times while I died a slow death. When her tongue disappeared, it was because she’d stopped to spit on the head, and then she added both fucking hands.