PowerShift: Skid Row Kings Series, #2 (17 page)

I ducked my head and tried to gather my thoughts. “I don’t doubt that, Mitch. But, I’m not running. I can’t. I may live in this hell hole, but I’ve never felt more at home. How crazy is it that it took me hundreds of miles and leaving my life behind to find home?”

“Can I touch you now?” he growled.

“Not yet.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t move. “I’ll never understand the things you do for Levi and I. I know you say it’s something most people would do, but I’m not worried about most people. I’m only worried about you.” I sat up and clasped my hands in my lap. “Levi loves you. If I’m honest, as soon as he saw your truck and car, you were a shoe-in.”

Mitch laughed and ran his hand over his head. “He definitely likes his cars.”

“He does. But most of the reason he loves you so much is that he never really had someone who cared about him who wasn’t me. I mean, his own dad never wanted to spend time with him so the fact that you talk to him and want to spend time with him, he’ll love you till the day he dies.”

“I love him, too, Sparky. He’s a great kid.”

“He is.” I looked up and my eyes connected with his. “I guess I’m just trying to thank you for everything you’ve done for us, and I’ll never be able to repay you.”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened his eyes. “You just being here with me has repaid me more than you’ll ever know.” A sly smirk formed on his lips, and I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I gotta touch you now,” Mitch mumbled. He crouched down, put one knee on the bed and crawled to me. He reached up, brushing my hair out of my face and pressed a light kiss to my lips. “I fucking need you.”

I shivered at his words, and I knew the talking part of our night was over. I grabbed his head, my fingers sliding over his smooth head and slammed my lips on his mouth. He pushed my back onto the mattress, his body pinning me to the bed. His hands roamed over my body, driving me crazy with each touch.

He leaned back, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it over his shoulder. “If blue wasn’t my favorite color before, it definitely is now.” Mitch’s eyes raked over my body, taking in the dark blue bra that I had strategically put on for tonight.

“I thought it kind of matched your car.”

He ran his fingertip over the strap and tugged it down my arm. “Are you trying to seduce me, Scar?” He asked. I shook my head no, even though I was. “All you need to do is blink, and I’m pitching a tent.”

I laughed at his words and ran my fingertips up and down his back. “The feeling is mutual,” I whispered.

He trailed kisses up and down my stomach while his hands pushed down the cups of my bra. My breasts spilled out, and I arched my back as he tweaked my nipples, twisting and pulling. “So responsive,” he growled against my skin. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

“I already am,” I moaned at his touch. His head came up, and his lips grazed over my nipple as his skilled fingers pinched the other. His hand moved down my stomach, popping open the button of my jeans. He tugged the zipper down, and I raised my hips so he could pull them off.

“Now who’s the eager one,” he laughed. I may have been hesitant before, but now that was all gone. My fingers itched to touch every inch of Mitch, and I vowed not to miss a single inch. “How bad do you want me, Scar?” He asked as he tossed my jeans on the floor.

I whimpered as he brushed his fingertips over my thighs leaving a trail of goosebumps at his touch. “Please,” I gasped.

His fingers skimmed over my stomach, and he lowered his head to my stomach. His lips hovered above my stomach, and his warm breath washed over me. “Tell me. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” As soon as the words rushed out my mouth, his lips were on me, and I was in heaven. My fingers ran over his head, and I arched my back into his mouth. He gripped my hips, holding me down on the bed as his mouth traveled over me.

“Mitch, please,” I gasped digging my fingernails into his head. His gaze traveled over my body and all I could do was lay there and let him get his fill.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” His voice was low and raspy, and I shivered at his words.

I leaned forward, twisting my arms underneath me and managed to unhook my bra. Mitch brushed the straps down my arms and pulled the bra off, I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious.

Mitch scooted off the mattress, his eyes never leaving me and stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling them off and added them to our ever growing pile of clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head and fell back on the bed next to me. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch, Scar.” He draped his arm over my stomach, and I turned into him, my arms dropping away and I pressed my breasts into his chest.

“I think we’re both lucky.” His hand roamed over my back and our legs tangled together,

“You have too many clothes on.” His hand rested on my ass that was still covered with my satin underwear.

“Um, all I have on is my underwear, Mitch.”

“It’s too much,” he growled. He slipped his palm underneath the cloth and palmed my ass, and ground his hard cock into me.

“Then you have too much on also.” I nipped at his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them and pulled on the waistband of his boxers.

We managed to wrestle each other out of our underwear till we were a tangle of bodies and sheets on the bed. “I’d be happy just to lay with you like this,” I whispered into his chest.

“Well, I promise you can lay with me, but first, I need to feel your body wrapped around me and hear my name screamed from your lips while I cum all over this pretty pussy.” He reached down, cupping my pussy and I was rocked to my core with just his words. “This is mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he parted the lips of my pussy and stroked my clit. I tossed my head back, savoring his touch.

“God dammit, I want you, Scar. So fucking bad.”

“Take me,” I pleaded.

He rolled into me, pushing me to my back. My hands roamed over his arms and back as he stroked my clit and pressed kisses to my neck. I parted my legs, digging my heels into the bed, and arched my back, grinding my pussy into his hand. “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled as he pumped two fingers inside of me. “So fucking responsive.” His thumb stroked my clit, bringing me close to the edge but not giving me enough to tip me over.

“Mitch,” I moaned. This man was driving me insane, and all I could think about was finding my release. “I need more.”

“No power shifting tonight, Sparky.”

“You talk like,” I panted heavily, my orgasm quickly approaching. “I should know what that means.”

“Power shifting is when you bypass the clutch and just shift and go.”

“Just going sounds good to me.”

Mitch leaned down, his lips next to my ear. “It’s only good if you know what you’re doing.”

“I have no doubt that you know what you’re doing,” I panted. “You just need to do it.” His finger sped up, driving into me. “Please,” I gasped.

“So eager, and responsive. How did I get so lucky?” He tugged on my ear with his teeth while his hands played with my body. One plunging in and out while the other tweaked and twisted my nipple. “I’m going to make you cum all over my hand, and then I’m going to make this pussy mine.”

I gasped at his words as his thumb flicked my clit. “More,” I begged. My fingernails dug into his back, and I tossed my head back.

I felt my orgasm wash over me as he bit down on my ear. “Mine,” he whispered as I came down from my high.

His finger drew lazy circles around my clit, keeping my climax lingering. “Can I have more?”

“Eager, responsive,
and
greedy,” he laughed.

“I can’t help it. That was too good not to do again,” I purred.

“Well, I am here to please, Sparky.” He winked lazily at me and reached down, grabbing his cock.

I leaned forward, resting on my elbows and watched as his hand stroke his cock up and down. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. “Holy fuck, Scar. If you keep looking at my dick like that, this isn’t going to last very long.”

I looked him in the eyes, a small smile on my lips and shrugged my shoulders. “I like what I see.”

“I know what you mean.” He leaned back on his heels, his cock still in his hand. “How sturdy do you think this air mattress is?” He asked as he grabbed his jeans off of the floor and pulled out a condom.

“Sturdy enough,” I laughed. I sat up, cupping my breasts and pulled on my nipples as I watched his dick grow harder and harder with each stroke as he worked the condom on.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.

I let my legs fall open and put my arms over my head. “I need you, Mitch.”

He growled low, and his eyes devoured me. He crawled up to me, his body pressed against me. “How bad do you need me?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll scream if you don’t touch me again. I. Need. You.”

His lips devoured mine as I stroked him up and down. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled in between kisses. He trailed kisses down my neck, and I tilted my head, begging for more. I dug my heels into the mattress, cocking my legs open. His dick grazed my pussy, and I felt a tremor run through my body.

He slowly pushed into me, the pressure building with each inch. “So fucking tight,” he growled into my ear. His teeth tugged on my earlobe, and I arched my back into him, begging for more.

“Mitch,” I moaned. My hands roamed over his back as he slowly thrust in and out. He buried his head in my neck, sucking and nibbling. Mitch’s kisses were electrifying, and all I could do was hold on and pray he never stopped.

“Fuck me, Scar. Son of a bitch.” He leaned back, grinding his teeth and caged me in with his arms. His breathing was labored, and his blue eyes were filled with desire. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
      
I lifted my legs up as Mitch pounded into me, reaching a whole new level of ecstasy. “Mitch,” I gasped, feeling my release coming.

“Come for me, Scarlett, come for me,” he growled, leaning down. His lips assaulted my mouth, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip, and I shattered into a million pieces.

Mitch moaned low, and his eyes connected with mine as he thrust into me one last time. “Mine,” he moaned.

I wrapped my arms around Mitch, enjoying the last spasms racking my body. “That was amazing.”

Mitch collapsed on top of me, his head turned to the side. “Fucking perfect,” he panted.

“Just one thing,” I laughed. I rested my arms at my sides and couldn’t help but notice how hard the bed was. “I don’t think the mattress was as sturdy as we thought.

Mitch’s arms reached out, patting the mattress and busted out laughing. “Looks like we’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight and headed to the store in the morning.” Mitch rolled to the side, took off the condom and grabbed the pillow out from under my head.

“Hey,” I protested. Mitch stuffed the pillow under his head and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his side.

I rested my head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “I guess this will do.”

He leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to my lips and smirked. “I’ve always got you, Scar, even when your mattress deflates.”

“You’re an ass and the reason we’re sleeping on the floor.”

“One night, Sparky, and then I promise you’ll have a new bed in the morning.”

I yawned wide and snuggled into his side. “We just need to run to Wal-Mart.”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled. “We’ll see in the morning. Now sleep.” His arms squeezed me tight and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

“Hmm, night Mitch.”

“Night, Sparky.”

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Chapter 25

Mitch

“No, no way, no how. We are not going in there, Mitch.”

We were standing outside of Burt’s Bargain Furniture, and Scarlett was freaking out. Levi was jumping up and down, basically bouncing off the walls, ready to get in the store.

“Come on, Mama. Maybe they have this race car bed I saw on TV.”

“No, we can’t go in there. I can’t afford this right now, Mitch. I’ve barely had enough money to buy groceries and rent. Let’s just go to Wal-Mart.” Scarlett grabbed my hand and tried pulling me to the truck.

“No,” I said, standing my ground. “You and Levi both need a bed, and I’m not going to let you sleep on a shitty air mattress.”

“It’s not up to you, Mitch.”

“It’s either this or you stay at my place, Scar.”

She folded her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “You’re not playing fair, Mitch. You know how much I hate taking help from you.”

“Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. “But you don’t have a choice. So, a new bed or you move in with me.”

“Come on, mama.” Levi grabbed Scarlett’s hand and tugged her toward the store.

“I hate you,” she whispered over her shoulder to me, but she followed Levi into the store.

She may hate me, but there was no way in hell she was going to sleep on an air mattress one more night.

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Mitch

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Scarlett, yes. There is no reason for you and Levi to sleep in the same bed.”

She crossed her arms over her chest for the tenth time since we came into the store and shook her head. “It’s a queen bed, Levi and I can sleep in that bed without even touching. It’s huge.”

“First off, a queen bed is not huge, Scar. My bed, a California King, is a huge bed. This bed,” I pointed to the bed in front of us. “Is just big enough for when I stay the night.”

“Oh, that’s what you think, that you’re staying the night again?”

“It’s not what I think, it’s what I know. And second off, Levi needs to have his own room and bed. He’s a boy.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense.” I turned to the sales guy who was standing off to the side trying to act like he wasn’t listening to Scarlett and I argue. “We’ll take this one and the race car bed over there.” The guy wrote something down on a little pad of paper and headed off to the front desk.

“I hate you.” She stalked over to Levi, who was laying on the race car bed and sat down next to him.