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When the newspapers came round, my father would always take a quick look at the races before throwing it all into the fire. A Peaky Blinder himself, he never uttered a bad word about the Shelby's and wouldn't stand for an ill word in our home, and that included the daily papers.
To an extent, my father tried to keep me out the Blinder business, being a young girl and all, but he wasn't a foolish man. He knew too well the types of dangers growing a daughter in a place like Small Heath could bring. He had no intentions of sheltering me from the world. Instead he did his best to prepare me for it. So from when I was young he taught me how to use a gun and a knife and how to manage books. Taught me about horses, gambling and tricks boys used to get into your knickers.
When I got a little older my parents sent me away to live with my aunt out in the country to get a higher education. But as much as I was grown and educated, I came back home to Birmingham when I was finished. In all honesty I felt he needed me, much more so after my mother passed.
Only a month after moving back, my father ended up in the hospital and by the very next day two Shelby's stood on my doorstep with their take on the matter.
I placed a cup of tea in front of them at our little table in the kitchen and they both nodded their thanks as I sat with them.
"So let me get straight to the point Anna," he began, never touching his tea. "Small Heath isn't a place for a young women with no family."
I couldn't help but look to my cup, fidgeting with the thin handle, knowing he wasn't completely wrong. My father was all I really had here. All my other friends and family were hours away.
"I understand what your saying but I can't just leave him here, not like this," I replied, shaking my head. "I just can't. He's my father. It isn't right."
"We don't expect you to leave sweetheart," he replied and I frowned slightly confused.
"Then what exactly are you suggesting Mr. Shelby?"
"Call me Tommy," he replied and Polly simply continued to sip her tea, yet to say a single word. "Anna, you have to understand, your father is like family to me. So in a way that makes you family and like family, I went to see him last night and I asked him if he needed anything. Do you know what he said to me?"
I shook my head, "no."
"All he's asked of me and my family is that we look after his little girl, you, and that's exactly what we entered to do," he replied.
"That's very sweet of you Tommy but I'm not a child. I can very well take care of myself."
"I'm sure you can sweetheart but from what your father tells me, you've just finished college and not working yet. So I suggested that until you find something more your liking, you could replace him down at my betting shop."
"The betting shop?" I laughed. "And what did my father think of that?"
"He approved and you'll be pleased to know that we're now a legitimate business with an official betting license," he said with a proud smile.
It hit me as a complete and utter surprise. The way people talked about some of the things that went on in that little shop, I honestly thought it would've been the last place he would've wanted me to work. I shook my head in complete disbelief. He must be losing his bloody mind in that hospital bed. He couldn't be serious and I'm sure it was written all over my face.
So Polly finally placed down her cup to the saucer and the porcelain clinked in repose. She then raised up a little in her chair towards me, clasping her hands together. Ready to show me that gentle motherly approach that I more than needed. "Listen darling, at the end of the day, your father is very sick and very worried about you. And from what I understand there are a lot of things he's neglected to tell you since you've come back to live with him. So until he returns home, we can provide you with enough finance and protection that you'll need. It's the least we can do for family," Polly assured me.
It was complete and utter chaos in the betting shop after the strike of nine. Men shouting back and forth, laughing, running around with big thick books, betting slips, and little rolled up scraps of paper. A top hat was turned on its head, where people dropped in shillings, that clinked and slid against each other as they piled.
Thick mugs and pails of beer were scattered about the table tops and others had money piled high on top. Two men sorted through the coins and paper currency, making little stacks and checked numbers against a ledger and wrote things with pencil in another.
A handsome man stood in front of a long blackboard that took up the entire wall, filling numbers into a grid with chalk as he shouted across the room. He was down to a fitted vest over a crisp white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a neat black tie. His slacks matched his vest and his black shoes shined. There was no doubt he was a Blinder. I was definitely in the right place.
Cigarette smoke filled the dim room like a thin fog in the early sunlight. I looked around for a familiar face among the workers but didn't recognized anyone just yet. Many looked over at me, tried not to stare. Probably believed I walked into the wrong place and didn't know what to do.
My hair was nicely pinned up, with side bangs running down along my cheeks, touching my chest. I wore a simple burgundy dress and little makeup, trying my best to blend in but I seemed to be the only woman in the bloody place.
"Anna," Tommy called on his approach from his office. He motioned me over with two fingers, ready to show me round. "Right on time, sweetheart. Come on now, follow me." As I followed behind him, I got more than just a glance or two. A few hailed hello, some whistled, smirked or gave me an eye. Typical male behavior. "Careful boys, that's Benny's little girl," Tommy warned, making his way through them, walking me to the board where three more sets of blue stood.
"Anna, these are my brothers, Finn, Arthur, and — "
"John fucking Shelby," I smiled, crossing my arms. "I thought that was you," I said but I had to admit, he was much more handsome now that he'd finally grown up. He was tall, immaculately groomed and well dressed but still had that same bad boy appeal with bright endless Shelby blue eyes and a smile that could make even whores blush.
"Wait, you know him?" Tommy questioned, nearly surprised, taking a quick drag of his cigarette.
I nodded. "You could say that but I haven't seen him since primary school," I replied before turning back to John. "Do you remember me? You use to steal my homework everyday and chuck my dollies in the Cut."
"Jesus Christ John," Arthur chuckled, under his breath and Tommy shook his head. Finally remembering too well the adolescent drama between us. We were always in a constant war in the school yard.
John took the toothpick from his mouth, rolling it between his fingertips then wet his lips. "Yah, how could I forget, little Anna Wellabe. It's good to see you love. You look good," he said, biting his bottom lip.
"Oi! Isn't she the girl that blacked your eye? That was Benny's daughter?" Arthur laughed. "No wonder! Now it makes sense."
"He deserved it," I defended, crossing my arms tighter.
"I don't doubt it!" Arthur replied, bending over in a fit of laughs and Finn joined him. "Darkest black eye I'd ever seen," he cackled, slapping John's back, nearly pushing him over. "Like one of them bloody cartoons. Took months to heal!"
"All right Arthur," John spat, annoyed but he didn't.
"Ol' John-boy was like a whipped dog after that, hurt pride 'n all. Having a little girl half his size shine him up real nice."
"For fuck sake will you shut up Arthur," John spat, shaking his head, putting back his toothpick as his jaw tightened but Arthur still continued to laughed.
"Alright, John, alright," Arthur laughed.
"Anyways Anna," Tommy sighed, shaking his head before focusing his attention back to me. "While you're here, you'll be helping John with the books. Hopefully you won't have to black his eyes again," he said and Arthur and Finn laughed but John just shook his head annoyed. "Polly will also need your help with the count, and some other things like cleaning and filing. Come on, I'll show you round before it gets too busy. Today's a big betting day," he smiled.
John looked down at his hands but glanced up as I walk away, twisting his thick silver pinky ring and Arthur nudged him with his elbow. "Oi, you see the body on that one. Little Anna's grown up quite nice if you ask me. No wonder you use to pick on her John-boy," Arthur replied, slapping his back again.
John's grin grew before finally telling him to, "shut up Arthur."
At the end of the tour, Tommy showed me to the cage, Polly's office. There was a safe, a long table and four grilled service widows with chairs. I put my things on the table, content with staying here with Polly but when I looked up John was standing in the doorway waiting for me with his hands in his pockets.
"Come on love, you're with me for now."
I followed him back to the blackboard, taking a seat at a small table. From here I had a great view of the chaos. Watching the men run around going up and down, back and forth in circles like ants. Some puffed cigarettes while they went, reminding me of little choo-choo trains while others drank beer from the metal pails.
John placed the thick ledger on the table, focusing back my attention to work. "Today, you can just watch. When the shop closes I'll teach you what it all means and how to run the books," he said before changing a number in one of the spots on the board, beside the horse named Morning Light. I nodded my head even thought I had a pretty good idea already how it all worked but I'm sure I had much more to learn from this lot.
Polly brought me a cup of tea and a biscuit as the morning went on. "So what do you think?" She questioned with a bright loving smile. You could tell she was really proud of all her families many accomplishments.
"It's busy," I replied, but I should have said chaotic.
"You get use to it," she assured me but the chaos never slowed, even when the races started.
Men still rushed in to listen to the race on the radio and collect what they've won from the prior race. Regardless I liked it. It was much better than being cooped up in the house or the hospital and it seemed a lot more fun than any other job I could have gotten in town. But the most entertaining thing to watch had to be John. It was hard not to. He was truly a character, smiling as he sauntered around the place. Of course he had to be the loudest one drawing attention to himself, well besides Arthur that is. No one could beat Arthur in that department.
But as the day continued to go on a truly brave soul finally made his way over to introduce himself properly. I had to admit, he was kind of handsome with that trademark Blinder style, but there was no doubt he was pure trouble. He wore a high quality custom suit in the shade of light grey, tailored to his slim build. His hair was dark brown with bright eyes of hazel. He took a confident stance in front of the table and I couldn't help but give him a little smile, waiting for the show like the rest of the room. There was no doubt he was a cocky son of a bitch, probably had a bet running he could fuck me in one night.
"I've never seen you around here before, the names Francis," he said, pushing his hands in his pockets. "What's yours sweetheart?"
"You can call me Anna," I replied. "It's nice to meet you, Francis."
He moved a little closer to the table, slightly leaning in. "You know Anna, you're very pretty," he whispered but before I could even attempt to give him my appreciation for his kind words, John made his way over.
"Oi, eyes up," John spat, noticing where Francis's eyes had wondered.
Of course I looked back at him, twisting in my chair to face him. If he scared off this one, no one will ever come over and talk to me but I'm sure that was the point. "Come now John, don't embarrass him," I replied with a frown. "It took a lot of courage for him to come over here and say something to me."
"Embarrass him? He's staring at ya bloody tits," He spat, looking down at me and I rolled my eyes but that only pissed him off more. "Oi, don't roll them eyes at me like you didn't see him."
"He wasn't looking at my tits," I defended and John moved in closer, nearly hovering over me and my heart took off. The intoxicating scent of his cologne invading and taking over my space.
"Bullshit, if Francis here stares any harder, he'll bloody well see through your dress," John spat, using his thumb to point at Francis and I rolled my eyes again. He then turned back to him, wondering why he was still standing there. "Aye, don't you have some work you should be doing or something?"
I shook my head because Francis was ready to retreat but was clearly too stunned to move at the moment.
"Don't be like that John," I replied and soon Arthur had to join the fun, already laughing on his way over.
"You two love birds fighting already?" He chuckled.
"John's making a fuss over nothing."
Arthur sighed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "What's new."
"You're one to bloody talk, Arthur," John spat.
Poor Francis couldn't take much more. I could see the nervousness growing on his face, hear the other workers snickering around us. "Well, um, it was nice to meeting you Anna. I hope you like it here," he finally said before heading back to his station.
"You see John, you embarrassed him?"
"I did you a favor," he replied and Arthur nodded in agreement like he was here for the full argument.
"Yah, he did you a favor sweetheart," Arthur repeated.
"Your father would be pissed if we let you mingle with some of the boys round here. They're just looking for sport and I respect your father too much to just sit back and watch," John replied.
"You know, he's right," Arthur agreed. "Boys like that ain't no good for yah. Sweet girl like yourself needs a proper man," he added but as annoying as they were, it was sweet that they cared so much about me already and I couldn't help but smile a little.
"Who said I was even interested in him? I was just bored," I replied because Any man who couldn't stand up to John, wasn't a man that I would ever want. "It's no fun just sitting here watching everyone else work."
"Here then," John said handing me a wet rag. "Since you're so bloody bored, can you help me clean the board and fill in the horses for the next race then?"
"Sure, why not," I sighed, snatching the rag as I stood. "It's better than nothing."
I took my time cleaning the slots on the board, trying not to erase the lines, and John filled them in as I did. For some reason I felt nervous. Can't tell you the last time I felt that. The nerves took on the shape of butterflies in me stomach as we kind of danced around each other. Bumping into each other once or twice, his thick hands preventing me from falling on my ass.
"John," Tommy called. "Come here."
"Alright Tommy," he replied before looking back to me. "Keep cleaning, I'll be right back," he said and I nodded, trying my best not to feel nervous up here by myself.
When I finally finished he smirked at me on his approach, finally leaving Tommy's office. He stepped so close into me my breath hitched as I looked up to meet his eyes. With his thumb, he gently brushed away some chalk that had found its way to my cheek and his knuckles rested lightly against my skin. He wasn't subtle about it at all and I'm sure he wasn't trying to be.
"There you go sweetheart. Now come on, Tommy has something else for you to do." he said. "Follow me."
For the rest of the races I sorted through the currencies and Polly, the company treasurer, showed me the ropes on the payouts. Basically how to split up the winnings and pay the betters their earned divided take. My understanding was this was going to be my permanent role. While she paid out I kept track, taking betting slips but my eyes would fall on John every once in a while. Watching him saunter around the shop with that smirk of his.
After a while I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't ignore the way his smell turned me on or how my heart pumped fast in my ears when he got too close, thumping like a heavy drum in my chest. Let alone the chilling spark that ran across my entire body, starting from where our skin met. Wondering if his lips were as soft as his fingers.
A little later in the day, four children plus Finn hurried in from the back door and four of them raced towards John. I watched them run past in a hurry, talking and giggling as they went and I couldn't help but smile. They were beautiful. Two boys and two girls, all blessed with the Shelby good looks and bright sky blue eyes.
John smiled as he crouched down and they hugged him, kissing them on the face one by one. "How was school?" He questioned and they all answered at once. He simply chuckled as they went on and on, just as loud as him. There was no doubt they were his.
"Come on now," Polly called. "Come get something to eat and start your homework. Let your father work."
He watched them run to Polly admiring them, pushing his hands in his pockets.
"Anna," Polly called next. "Would you like to help me with the kids? I could always use an extra hand back here. One of the boys can take over payouts."
"Oh, of course," I smiled.
Polly made the food while I helped with the homework. Finn seemed to struggle the most. The poor boy hated math but loved money and was behind in his reading.
"He needs to stop missing so many days of school," Polly spat, placing a plate in the middle of the table. "He's always here with his brothers and no one says a word to him about his education. They've all got theirs. He needs his too."
Finn was looking down at his paper, not saying a word and I rubbed his back. The poor thing just needed some encouragement. "She's right you know Finn but you still have time to make it right. You just need to practice and participate," I assured him and he smiled up at me.
"Maybe you could help him after school. You seem like you have patience with them."
I smiled. "Would you like that Finn?" I questioned and he nodded.
It wasn't until almost two hours after the last race that the quiet finally found its way into the shop. Polly quickly shut off the radio, happy to finally have some peace in the place.
John was in his office while Tommy went around telling everyone good work and patting them on their shoulders and backs. He smiled at me, on his way over as I made my way out the side room. "Anna, how was your day sweetheart?"
"It was interesting, to say the least. It was good to see what my father is always talking about. He really does loves this place."
He nodded pleased. "I hope you grow to love it too," he replied before heading towards the stairs but I already did. "Good work today, see you in the morning," he said over his shoulder.
A few men stayed behind to finish up while I helped Polly with the clean up. Dumping out mugs of half drunk beers, throwing out useless scraps of paper and pounds of cigarette butts. I swept and she wiped down tables, erasing away the mess of the day, preparing for the next.
When we finished, Polly headed upstairs, taking the children with her for the night. The place was nearly empty after that, until it was only me and John left under the dim shop lights.
As promised, he stayed late to teach me the books. There was really no time during the day among the never ending chaos.
He put two half filled glasses of whiskey on his desk, then the bottle and a silver case of cigarettes. He then pulled up a chair to where I sat. His knee nearly touched my thigh and the smell of his cologne flooded my senses as he got close enough so we both could see the ledger.
Like a gentlemen he offered me a cigarette and struck a match to lite it for me before tossing the box to the desk. I took a drag and he leaned forward towards the book, turning the page to today's company take, well the legal income that is. I'm sure for now he wasn't ready to show me the off-track dealings.
"Alright then," he said clearing his throat. "Ready?
We focused on the numbers for maybe a half hour or so but it didn't take him long to realize I already had a head for it. It was only doing the odds that I needed a little help with.
A drink or two in he picked up his refilled glass and leaned back in his chair, getting a good look at me. "You don't still hate me now do you?" He questioned taking a heavy sip.
I turned in my seat to face him, resting my elbow on the back of the chair and my cheek in my palm, "no, but you still owe me for all that shit you chucked in the cut."
He was nealry stunned. "The black eye wasn't enough?"
"Not even close, you're lucky that's all you got," I frowned. "You're very fortunate that I never told my father it was you. The man drilled me for weeks for a name but I never snitched," I replied, taking a good gulp of whiskey.
The truth was, I would have felt sorry for him if my father ever got involved. We both knew the type of man he was back then. He was without a doubt a man to be feared. The young gangster little boys like the Shelby's looked up to.
"Fair enough— I'm sure I can come up with a way or two to make it up to you," he smirked into his glass in a way that sent another wave down my spine. A warning I'm sure.
"I don't doubt you will but if my memory serves me right it was much more than one or two little dollies you stole from me," I replied.
He chuckled into the glass, shaking his head. "You're a greedy woman, Anna."
"And you're a bastard, John," I replied and we both laughed.
I then bit my bottom lip, loving the taste of the whiskey on them. It's been awhile since I've drank like this and it felt good to forget everything else, while getting lost in a sea of blue.
He leaned in close, resting an elbow on his knee and my heart unexpectedly started to race again but it was worse this time. I could feel the heat moving down between my legs in a heavy wave of anticipation.
"You really shouldn't bite your lip," he warned, touching my chin, "I might get the wrong idea."
"And what idea would that be?" I questioned, letting his thumb brush against it and he shook his head.
"I swear you haven't changed. You were never afraid of me back then and that just drove me to mess with you more."
"Really?" I questioned with a frown and he nodded.
"It was fun to me, you always fought back with everything you had," he smiled.
I laughed. "You knew who my father was back then. What else did you expect from me?"
He smirked. "Nothing less I guess. At least you finally grew into that face of yours," he teased.
I frowned, pulling back. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He leaned back in his chair. "It fits you now, that's all."
I smiled, probably wider than I realized. I put my glass down and looked at him, already giggling at the memory. "Do you remember that time that boy, oh God what was his name? —Howard! That's it. Do you remember that one day when Howard tried to fight you after school supposedly in my honor?"
John burst out laughing, nearly spitting his drink. "Yah, that didn't go too well for Howard innet. He almost ended up in the bloody cut with the dollies."
"You were such a brute," I laughed. "The poor boy had no idea what he was really up against. That fucking Shelby temper, I swear it."
"If you really care about him, you should have warned him sweetheart," he replied.
"Warned him? He should've warned me," I laughed again. "I had no idea the bastard was going to do it."
"Really?" He frowned.
I shook my head. "Not a single word of warning. I was so embarrassed. People thought he was boyfriend after that. I couldn't get rid of him."
"Howard was a fool," John chuckled. "He was the only one who didn't realize there was no saving you from me."
"Did you really like me that much back then? You tortured me so much, always pulling my hair and stealing my ribbons."
"I guess I did, considering you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen and still are," he admitted, moving stray hairs from my face but I just shook my head, trying to break the trance.
He was still a flirt but for a crazy gangster, his fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle as they brushed against my skin. The way my body reacted was surely being heightened by the whiskey, addicting to say the least. Before I knew it I was craving for him to touch me and could feel the wetness pooling in my knickers.
"Always such a charmer," I whispered as I stood. "Well, I should be getting home then," I sighed, knowing if I didn't leave soon what was bound to happen with a man like John Shelby and all this whiskey. God knows if he kissed me, I'd let him fuck me right here on his desk. "I'm starting to feel the whisky in my head."
"You're just now realizing you're feeling it?" He laughed. We finished nearly a half bottle between us. "You're a bit late sweetheart."
I smiled, laughed and reaching for my coat and bag. I was in bigger trouble than I thought. "You might be right," I replied.
John frowned, watching me. "You're not planning to walk are you?"
"How else am I going to get home?"
"Let me drive you," he replied, looking up at me.
The cool night air felt good against my whiskey warmed skin. He wore a heavy trench coat and the iconic peaked cap. Every now and then the dim lights from the streets would flick off the blades that were stitched between the brim of his cap. A symbol of who he was.
The Shelby's were some of the most dangerous people in all of Small Heath and John was labeled one of the most dangerous of them all, but they didn't scare me. They were actually kind and caring people. Being with them, kind of felt like home, like a family. I actually liked spending the day at the shop in the mits of chaos, helping the kids with their homework and even cleaning up. It was what I was missing in Small Heath.
He stopped the car right outside my door and I smiled at him. "Thanks again for the ride," I said but he wasn't looking at me.
"Is anyone home with you?" He questioned with a deep frown. I'm sure he was looking for the chimney smoke.
I shook my head, "no. It's just me for now."
"You don't have any friends or family who could stay with you?"
I shook my head, "not really. My father is kind of all I got here. All my other family lives way out in the country."
He clearly didn't like the sound of that. He looked up and down the street, then got out to get a better look as he came around to open my door. "Doesn't Tommy have some men set up on the street watching the house?" He questioned before even attempting to let me out.
"That's what he told me," I replied but that look on his face assured me he was about to double check. "You don't have to worry about me John," I replied, getting out. "I'm fine, I promise."
Slowly he walked me up to the door, still looking around as he did.
"Thanks again for the ride."
"No problem sweetheart. You sure you don't want me to come in and check around, make sure it's safe?"
My smile widened and I looked down at my feet then back up at him. "It's alright, really, thank you," I said. To show my appreciation, I placed my hands on his chest as I rose up on my tiptoes to kiss to his worried jaw. In response, a strong hand found its way to my lower back and my heart sped up, stomach flew into a flurry of butterflies and then our eyes met.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" I said, breaking the hold.
"See you tomorrow," he replied.
I was happy to make it in the house without making a fool of myself. I sighed with relief, working my way out my coat, throwing it on the hook. I then kicked off my shoes, heading in the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea to help me warm up, that is until a heavy knock came to my front door and I frowned. Of course it was John, when I looked through the peephole. I sighed then opening the door, feeling the bite of the cold.
"What is it John?" I questioned, like I didn't already know.
"There's no one watching the house," he spat, clearly pissed. He walked past me, inviting himself in, snatching off his cap as he did. "Where the bloody hell could they be?"
"I'm not sure but it's alright. I'll be fine for one night," I assured him.
"I'm not leaving you without protection, so you can go ahead and close the bloody door," he spat and I sighed doing as I was told.
"John—"
"Anna, you need to understand that were at war with too many people to be careless. Not to mention the fact that your father has a long list of enemies."
"So I've heard," I replied, crossing my arms. The list must be a long everlasting one the way they all carried on about it. "So what's your plan?"
"I'll just sleep on the couch," he replied, already working himself out his coat. "I'll figure out what happened in the morning."
I nearly couldn't move, purely out of shock. "What about the kids? Don't you have to go home to them?"
"They're with Polly tonight," he replied. "I'll see them in the morning before they go off to school."
"You really don't have to do this," I assured him, damn near begged him. The whiskey had me doubting I could control myself if we got too close again.
"Yes I do. We promised your father we'd look out for you, so that's what we plan to do. I won't hear otherwise," he replied, taking off his suit jacket.
I sighed again, harder giving in. There was no fighting him, he was a Shelby after all. "I guess I'll get you a pillow and some blankets then, you can sleep on the couch."
"Or I could just sleep upstairs with you," he replied and I felt it in my stomach.
"Don't push your luck," I replied, leaving the room.
I felt like a nervous reck. Having him spend the night was too much and my mind raced as I sorted through the linens.
He was crouched down in front of the fireplace getting it going for the night when I got back. He was down to his undershirt and slacks. His muscles flexing and tightened as he built up the fire.
"You'll need more wood for tomorrow night," he said, standing to his feet brushing off his hands. "I'll make sure to cut some for you tomorrow."
"Thanks, that would be great," I replied, placing the blankets on the couch before heading to the kitchen for my cup of tea. Hopefully it would help me sleep.
He was already stretched out on the couch, down to his underwear when I walked back into the room. It gave me the first real look at his complete form. From his shoulders down to his wrists was built and defined. With a solid frame and powerful legs. His skin seemed smooth and his tight undergarments left little to my wondering imagination.
"Good night John," I said, heading for the stairs, cup in hand feeling like a true whore.
"You sure you don't want some company up their tonight love?" He questioned with a sinful smirk. I'm sure by now he noticed he made me flustered.
"Don't make me make you sleep in the car," I replied and he simply chuckled to himself.
"At least let me tuck you in love," he replied, a cheeky smirk across his lips. "I can put you right to sleep," he added and I felt it in my pussy, so I moved faster.
"Good night Mr. Shelby," I replied, trying my best not to bite my lip.
"Night sweetheart," he laughed, putting his hands behind his head.
I quickly changed and threw myself in bed. It was cold, big and lonely and all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I did my best to fall asleep but the thought of John down stairs kept my mind busy. Wondering what it would be like to run my fingers over his stomach, down along his happy trail. Better yet to sit in his lap and straddle his waist while his thick hands gripping my small waist. I turned over on my stomach biting my lip harder, imagining what his heat would feel like tangled with mine. Or how his lips would feel pressed against my neck.
I wanted to scream. I was frustrated to say the least and the worst part was, I had to see him again tomorrow after being tempted the entire night.
Well that's it for Chapter 1. Please leave a review. The 2nd Chapter shouldn't be too far behind. I've written the majority of the story already! Thanks Again for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it.