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Chapter Nineteen
Tanner
I’m really not a people person, despite being the face of the family business day in, day out. I guess years of being trained to act a certain way will do that to you; nine years to be exact. Nine years of being the golden boy — ‘the chosen one’ — I push the thoughts back down. Regardless of my own social preferences, the four of us have fallen into a routine of getting together once a week. Personally, I could think of several other things I would prefer to be doing with my curvy little brunette … But, the way her face lights up when we are all in the same room is something I can’t bring myself to take away.
I have been waiting hours now to have the house, and her, all to myself, so when she presses herself back against me I almost lose all control. But, what would the fun be in that? I need a hit and she’s my drug of choice.
“I had big plans the other day so I feel like we should pick up where we left off,” I say, peppering kisses down her neck.
“You had more planned? More than —” She twirls her hand in the air, not wanting to spell it all out.
My chest rumbles, if I didn’t know better I would think this girl is too innocent for me. “There will never be enough hours in the day for me to fulfil all the things I want to do to you, Kinsley.”
“Clocks ticking then,” she says on a breathy moan.
Damn this girl. She continues to surprise me. I step away from her, keeping my hands where they are for a moment longer so she can find her feet before my touch disappears completely. Kinsley looks over her shoulder towards me, so I lift my chin to encourage her to follow my lead. My girl seems to be feeling shy tonight, I’ll soon change that. I sit down on the edge of the bed and place a pillow between my legs.
“You, uh, want to do my hair again?” Even though the lights are dim I can see the rosy colour spreading across her cheeks.
Tilting my head to the side I ask, “Do you want me to?”
Kinsley looks between me and the pillow, then nods. “Yes please.”
“Then yes, I want to do your hair again. Sit.”
The look she gives me before she makes herself comfortable between my legs almost makes me rub at my chest. She’s cracking me open in ways I’ve never experienced and at this moment I know I would do anything for her. I would rather be the villain in her story, because I know that’s what she needs. I’ll let Jesse be the hero, the one she runs to when she needs someone to be soft with her. Whilst I’ll willingly be the one to take her choices away from her, to help her escape her mind.
I plait her hair, just like she had the morning I picked her up on my bike, and when she realises she breaks out into laughter.
“Tanner! I thought – weren’t you going to braid my hair again?”
“I told you, I like these.” I give them a little tug as she jumps up to her feet with a scowl on her face.
“I never did see a Pippi Longstocking episode where she was cranky though, but I won’t lie, it’s cute.”
Kinsley rolls her eyes and I raise a brow in response.
“What?”
“You rolled your eyes. I think that’s a bad habit, don’t you?”
Instantly her eyes light up. So, she is in the mood to play.
* * *
By the third time my palm comes down across her round little ass, she’s shaking with need. Don’t even get me started on the sounds she is making; my cock is running out of patience. I reach into my unbuttoned jeans to adjust myself, trying to buy myself a little bit more time. I want to drag this out for as long as I can. Gently, I lift her hips off the bed and she settles onto her knees, ass high in the air. I chuckle, not so shy anymore .
“Let’s see if you’re ready for me,” I tease, knowing full well her arousal is dripping down her thighs.
“I am, I — Oh God, Tanner, fuck,” she moans as I push two fingers firmly inside her, when I pull them out they’re slick. I just can’t help myself, there is nothing I love more than tasting her arousal from her own lips.
“Come here.”
Kinsley moves to face me and I hold my fingers out, she hums in approval before wrapping her lips around them, sucking greedily. That right there is my undoing, my mouth crashes into hers and she opens, letting my tongue seek out what it craves. I find her nipple with one hand whilst the other guides her into the middle of the bed. I pinch and roll her nipple between my fingers, swallowing the whimpering sounds she makes with my mouth.
Needing more, I break away from her and sit myself between her open legs. I plant a soft kiss on the inner of each thigh before circling her clit with my tongue. She threads her fingers into my hair, holding me there and I happily oblige, bringing her climax out one stroke at a time. I don’t stop until I feel her body slump into the mattress and the grip on my hair is gone.
I look up and she’s propped on her elbows, watching me with sweet pleading eyes.
“I need you inside of me, Tanner, please .”
“Whatever my girl wants,” I say, my voice low and gravelly.
I make quick work of removing my pants and briefs before hovering above her again. She’s so fucking perfect, lying there for me, all fucking mine. I lean down, taking her lips in a delicate kiss as I slowly thrust inside her.
So fucking warm. So. Fucking. Tight.
Her hands are on me; in my hair, on my chest, her nails grazing up and down my back. A lot of the time I tie her hands up, but it’s not because I don’t like her touching me. No. If it was up to me, her hands would be all over me, constantly. I tie her up because she gets off on it, it’s one less thing she has control over, and in her mind that means one less thing she has to worry about.
For Kinsley, it frees her mind to be able to box up her choices during sex and hand it over to someone she trusts. For that period of time, she doesn’t need to make any decisions, there is no pressure on her. If I wrap my hand around her dainty little neck, she doesn’t even need to decide whether she breathes or not. Some people wouldn’t understand, but I do. I’ll happily carry the weight of her choices forever if that’s what she needs. I’ll burn the box she’s so neatly packed them all into just so she never has to open it ever again.
I thrust into her again, maintaining a slow pace. By the way she’s squirming underneath me, I can sense her want for more but instead of going harder, I lift one of her legs and hook it over my shoulder. The new position allows me deeper inside her.
“Yes, d-don’t stop,” she rasps.
“Eyes on me, baby.You’re so pretty when you fall apart.”
The gold flecks in her eyes sparkle with the distant flicker of candlelight through the ensuite door. She holds my gaze as her body shatters with pleasure. It’s the most mesmerising thing to watch. Her body coaxes my own orgasm from me and I fall to pieces alongside her.
I lay down, dragging her with me and into my arms. I can feel her mind ticking over. Instead of pushing her to talk, I hold her tighter.
She traces the flowers that cover the left half of my chest when she speaks, “Do any of these have meaning?”
“Each and everyone of them,” I murmur. I wonder if she will ask about them. What each of them means. We would be here for a while, but I would tell her. We have forever, after all.
Kinsley responds with a ‘hmm’ and I kiss the top of her head.
“I’ll go and run this bath for us, okay?”
She nods; her cheeks rosy and a smile on her lips.
Looking back over my shoulder, as I walk towards the ensuite I see her propped up onto her elbows watching me, I give her a little wink and disappear into the next room.
Kinsley
Tanner holds out his hand, steadying me as I step into the huge bathtub. Why haven’t I taken advantage of this tub before? The water rises as I lower myself in, the bubbles coming up to sit just below my collarbone. I look around, taking in his space. It’s elegant, yet masculine; I wonder if he designed it himself?
“Something on your mind again, Pip?”
I let my eyes follow the phoenix which has its wings spread down the left side of his neck to the blooming baby’s breath covering half his chest. They all blend together so beautifully, almost as though the bird is rising up,out of the flowers.
“The flowers,” I ask, moving myself forwards so I’m kneeling between his legs. “Why baby’s breath?”
He shrugs. “It symbolises hope, new beginnings, and everlasting love.”
“And the phoenix symbolises a rebirth, rising from the ashes?”
“Rising from the flowers.” His lips curve into a cheeky grin.
“Choosing to stay mysterious now, are we?”
“I’ve got to keep you around one way or another, can’t give away all my secrets in one go.”
I lean in close to allow my lips to graze over the right side of his neck and whisper, “What about this one?” Beginning just below his ear, the illusion of smoke and haze swirl around the words which read, ‘Don’t take life so serious, it’s not like you’re making it out alive.’
“I’m surprised you don’t recognise that one, ever watched The Dark Knight? ”
“Oh, the one with The Joker? Heath Ledger wasn’t it?” I sit back on my heels. “I always got creeped out by the masks.”
“Well, guess what we are doing after this?”
I bite my lower lip. Tanner brushes his thumb along, releasing it. “Unless you had other ideas?”
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