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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tanner

Having Em home has been awesome, yet I still can’t help but wonder why she came back. I have made subtle attempts over the past few days to pry it out of her, but anytime I mention anything that could lead to a conversation about her being here, she avoids the topic and brushes me off; I’ll find out sooner or later, I always do. I can’t blame her for not wanting Mum and Dad to know the ins and outs of her life; having them sailing around the world on their private yacht has been pure bliss for me. I can’t say Kinsley and I would be where we are today if they were here hovering; trying to control me , and dictating what I do with my life …

Her voice pulls me from my thoughts. “How are Harley and the boys?” We are on the way to have a few drinks at the bar with Kins. Her shift finishes at 9pm tonight and the girls wanted to do something fun before Emma leaves tomorrow.

“I haven’t really seen them. I’ve been busy with the business.” My response comes out a little short and I see her straighten in her seat.

“You’re twenty-seven years old, Tanner. When are you going to stop letting Mum and Dad walk all over you?” Emma shakes her head and her loose curls fall into her face. She tucks them behind her ear and continues to speak, “Those boys are your family, don’t push them away.”

“Enough, Em. Just drop it.”

I glance sideways at her and see she has her arms crossed over her chest. “Finish the tantrum before we arrive, Princess, or you can wait in the car.”

‘We’ll always be here for you, Chonk. Do what you need to do.’ Harley’s words the last time we spoke whisper in my mind as I indicate and turn into the car park of Twisted Sister. He understands; one day it won’t need to be this way. A sting of guilt hits me and I rub my chest, feeling the physical pain of juggling two worlds; the one I was born into and the one I should be grateful for.

I scan the inside of Twisted Sister as we enter. There are a couple of girls sipping cocktails on couches over in the far corner, as well as a few others standing, scattered along the length of the bar. Making our way through the small crowd, people part as I direct Emma to a tall table with three stools and wave Becky over when she looks our way.

“Could you watch this one for a second? Grab us some menus and a round of drinks for the three of us? I’m just going to grab Kinsley from out the back.”

“Sure thing, I’ll only be one second,” she says, whisking away to get the menus.

“I don’t need babysitting, Tanner,” Emma snarls.

I don’t respond, or wait around for Becky to come back. It’s been three days too long since I’ve seen my girl. My patience has worn thin.

Kinsley is bent over her desk typing away on her computer, the thought of her fingers on the keys when they could be on me goes straight to my cock. Three days too long. My eyes roam down to her round ass and the way her back curves in the position she is in. I lean backwards on the door and it clicks shut. She jumps at the sound; her tits give a little jiggle at the motion as she spins around to face me. I have to restrain myself, because all I want to do right now is throw her up onto the desk; I want to feel her racing pulse and her heavy breathing against my skin.

Without a second to prepare myself, Kinsley leaps into my arms. I catch her on pure instinct. “Hey, Pip,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. “Missed me?”

A shiver runs down her spine. “Maybe a little,” she teases. Walking over to her desk, I sit down in the chair, keeping her straddled on my lap. “Seems like you may have missed me,” she says, with a slight wiggle of her hips. The bulge in my jeans clearly gave me away. I raise my hips slightly and a whimper escapes her lips.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight for that long ever again.”

She laughs, but it’s husky; my little lady likes being told what to do. “It was only three days, Tanner.”

Kinsley lifts her eyes to meet mine, and it’s as if fireworks were exploding in front of her; the hazel colour is full of golden specks. My hands trail up over her hips, caressing each curve of her body. She leans in, taking my lips in a sweet kiss. She tastes like raspberries, I swear I’m going to buy a lifetime of these chapsticks so she never runs out. My hands continue moving higher and I brush my thumb over her breasts, her nipples harden under her shirt and she moans into my mouth.

I pull back just enough to speak, “Yeah, it was only three days but it was the longest four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes of my life.”

A knock on the door has my head turning, Kinsley sighs and lets her head rest against my chest.

“Busy,” I clip.

The door opens and Kinsley quickly tries to climb off my lap, I tighten my hold on her looking over to see who thought it was a good idea to interrupt us at this moment. Of course, m y little sister.

“Becky said she doesn’t get paid enough to babysit, so I decided I would come find Mum and Dad ,” she says, putting on a sweet fucking voice.

“ Maybe I should call Mum and Dad, I wonder what they would think of their princess skipping counties without them knowing?”

She huffs, turning on her heels and leaving us alone once again. Kinsley places her hands gently either side of my face, drawing my attention back to her.

“Let’s pick this back up a little later; she leaves in the morning and I would really like to get to know her a little more before she goes.”

With a flutter of her dark eyelashes Kinsley has me in a trance, this fucking girl. What has she done to me? If she said jump, I would ask how high. This is more than a want; I need her, and it scares the shit out of me.

* * *

The girls are on their fourth cocktail when Brad comes over to clear the table. “Last call for drinks, girls. We close in thirty minutes.”

Kinsley and Emma glance at each other playfully before looking in my direction. Whatever they are thinking, it can’t be good. These girls could cause some serious trouble together if left alone. I can’t hide the fact that this is everything I have ever wanted though, the two women in my life hitting it off.

“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no.” I look between them both in an attempt to get the message across.

“Just one fun little shot to end the night.” Kinsley purses her lips.

“Make it something yummy,” Emma says. “Like a dessert shot — oh you know those fancy ones, with cream on top where you have to take it without your hands!”

“Oh yeah, I’m down for that,” Becky calls over the music. “It’s just us here now anyway. Brad, line us all up with shots and I’ll start closing up.”

The next time Emma comes home I’m hiring these girls security. I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache forming. When we get over to the bar, Emma sits on the stool to the left of me and Kinsley stands to my right. Not knowing whether my hand around her waist is supporting her to stand, I leave it there.

“On the count of three, ready?” Becky announces, standing on the other side of the bar, along with Brad. “One, Two, Three!”

Everyone bends down to their shot glass and picks it up with their mouth, tipping their heads back. It’s harder than it looks and when I glance over at Em, she has cream on her nose.

“How did you manage that?” I laugh. “Come here.” I clean the whipped cream off of her face with a napkin. “I think it’s time I get the two of you home.” Wrapping my arm around Kinsley’s waist once again and taking Em by the hand, we head towards the car.