Restore Me (Book 2.5 Kin Series) (12 page)

My tongue teased her clit, her pussy and even further down on her taint. I could tell she felt uncomfortable, but it wasn’t going to stop me. She needed to know that I wasn’t going
to back down until I knew I was the best she ever had.

I fucked
her sweet pussy with that strawberry and made sure she was watching as I ate it whole. Then I went back at it again, flicking her bud with my tongue at such a rapid pace that I knew she was back on the brink of screaming out my name.

As much as she was rubbing on her titties, I wanted even more of a show. She didn’t fight me when I grabbed her hand and pulled it down to her wet cunt. I held her
fingers and showed her what I wanted to see before letting go and watching her following my directions. I don’t know which got me off more; seeing her play with herself, or knowing she was doing it because I wanted her to.

I knew she was close and my rock hard cock was making it’s
presence known. I moved her hand away to suck on her clit again. Right away, she began to buck uncontrollably one more time. She clenched the sheets and cried out something that wasn’t in the English dictionary.

I smiled and placed kisses on her inner thighs.
“That’s two.”

Once I made it back up to her face, we kissed slowly. I knew she could taste her pussy and when her tongue licked my chin, it let me know she liked it, too. She smiled and looked me in the eyes.
“How many do you expect to give me?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Prepare yourself for a long night. I can cum twice before I need a sandwich break.”

Lacey teased me with her tongue
. “Prove it!”

“Are you challengin’ me? You do realize that I’ve made you cum four times now and never even fucked you?”

She seemed shocked at my wording, but came back at me with something unexpected. “Give me what I want, Joey.”

This was when everything changed for me. The game had already been thrown out the window. I was diving into uncharted territory with a woman that made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.

As I pulled off my shorts and stared at her delicious prize, I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. I’d be able to recover. I always did. There was no way a woman could change me.

No way.

Once I had a condom on for protection, I took
a hold of my cock and teased her pussy, making it a point to rub against her clit. Even I could tell how swollen she was and we hadn’t even fucked.

I looked back up at her mouth and needed to feel her lips on mine. Our tongues played around together, slowly, keeping the same matching pace. Lacey put her hand in my hair and kept our kisses going. The more we did it, the more I enjoyed it. I could actually picture myself making out with
the chick all night long. It was so elementary, but yet still enticing. Her magic tongue meshed with mine, giving me new sensations all over my body, and rushing pulses in my cock.

It was hard not to touch her, everywhere possible. Her skin was like a human magnet, forcing my hands to explore her. She reacted to my touch and I bit down on her bottom lip and pulled. She moaned and I positioned my dick right where it needed to be. She was ready and I wasn’t backing out. The play time was over.

I entered her slow, inch by inch filling those tight walls. She felt amazing, so new to me and her muscles reacted to my girth. As Lacey stayed aroused, her pussy spasmed, giving me heightened pleasure. I kept kissing her, savoring those lips while penetrating her.

Little cries escaped her the first few thrusts, but I never stopped dragging my mouth over her skin
.

Lacey wrapped her legs around my back and clung to me
as our bodies rocked together. She clenched me harder and cried out for the third time. As pleased as I was, I still wasn’t finished. She needed to be famished when I was done with her.

A few minutes later, I knew I had to change things up. I flipped her over and patted her hips.
“Ride me.”

She climbed on top of me and did all the work
while putting it back inside of her. Her rhythm was fantastic and I liked watching her tits bobbing all around as she worked up a sweat.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers. She was so fucking beautiful and even though I didn’t care very much for the mixed feelings I was having, I couldn’t get over how much I liked being intimate with her.

When I finally blew my load, Lacey came with me, tightening up as we both froze in place. I dug into her ass until the last oozing drops of hot semen had come out of me. She fell down over my chest and, I don’t know why I did it, but I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

“You weren’t lying,”
she confessed.

I couldn’t help but get cocky again, knowing I’d achieved my goal.
“Woman, we’re just gettin’ started.”

Chapter 13

It was a damn shame that I woke up knowing I had to go work at my mother’s diner, because Lacey looked amazing lying naked in my arms. That wasn’t even the only reason that I wanted to stay either.

For the second time, she’d spent the night in my bed and I hadn’t felt uncomfortable. In fact, I wouldn’t have let her leave if she wanted to, last night.
Being with her felt right. The problem was, I didn’t know how to act about it. This was all new and the idea of having to impress someone, made me uneasy. I made my own rules and didn’t answer to anyone. Lacey had just gotten out of a terrible situation and I knew she expected to be treated right. I knew that sleeping with her would have consequences, but after actually doing it, my head was all messed up.

I went into the bathroom and dressed
before coming back into find her still on the bed where I’d left her. Gently, I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. It was little things that reminded me she was so fragile and unlike anyone else I associated with.

Writing her a little note would let her know where I went without waking her.

Lace:

Had something to do this morning. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be back around 3pm.

J

I didn’t have anything to hide in the house, not that she seemed like the snooping type. When I pulled out of the driveway, I knew the day was going to drag. One thing I was certain of though. I couldn’t wait to get back into bed with her again.

On my way to the diner, I checked my phone and had several messages from Candace. It seemed that she had concocted some plan to make things better after our misunderstanding. For me, things were already settled, but knowing she was up to something made me curious.

I shot her a text message back, letting her know that I was busy for the whole weekend. I may have arrangements already with several women, but I wasn’t into fucking one while another was already in my bed waiting for me.

Plus there was the obvious confusion that I was experiencing when it came to being intimate with Lacey. I couldn’t shake the difference in being with her as to being with anyone else. She heightened my senses and although her methods were quite normal, something about her made them seem better than others.

Thinking about Lacey and that sweet pussy made my dick hard. I turned on talk radio for the rest of the ride to recover before stepping out of the car and revealing that result to anyone looking.

Once I’d made it to the diner, I spotted my brother’s vehicle parked in the back. This time the windows weren’t fogged up and there wasn’t a questionable female in the backseat. Jamey was out of his car, leaning on the rear bumper with his foot. He had a smoke hanging out of his mouth and cocked an eyebrow when I caught his glance. “Bout’ time your ass got here.”

I took off my jacket and placed it in my backseat so it wouldn’t smell of fried food when I got off. “Keep on runnin’ your mouth and I’ll tell Mom who you had in this very parkin’ lot.”

He flung his cigarette and started walking toward the back door with me. “Suck on my balls, bro. You’re just pissed you can’t hit somethin’ so young anymore.”

I smacked the back of his head as we walked in. Our mother, like always, got up at the crack of dawn and headed in early to prepare for a busy morning shift. Saturdays, especially in the fall and winter were especially crowded on account of it being hunting season. The locals poured in after being in a tree stand or duck blind for hours, freezing their asses off.

More than half of them wanted to nail my mother. The reality of knowing that kept me up some nights, in disgust. What really rubbed me the wrong way was that those men that wanted her were mostly married.

It was the people like that who made me rethink ever being in a committed relationship. Why should anyone put themselves through the stress of being with just one person for the rest of their lives? I, for one, didn’t want to wake up every single day wondering if I was going to want and need something more.

Besides, there had never been a woman that made me want to only be with her. Maybe my standards were too high and I expected something that was never
feasible. At any rate, I liked my life and knew I’d never be hurt in the process. I’d seen too many of my loved ones destroyed because of their relationships. If they’d just lived like me, none of them would have gone through that misery.

Thirty minutes later we were open for business. My brother put on an apron and his famous smile and greeted every woman that came in with what he thought was charm. I got a kick out of watching them curl up their faces knowing he was mostly full of shit. Only the young girls, who were too naïve, fell for it.

Jamey may have claimed that Peyton was different, but it didn’t stop him from getting numbers. In fact, I watched him scoping out this chick while she sat there eating with her family. When she got up to go to the restroom, he made his move.

Five minutes later, he came back to the kitchen with a number on his hand and glitter all over his neck and face. I shook my head and pointed at it. “You need to clean up, before mom sees that you’re
fraternizing with the customers again.”

“I can’t help it if they jump me.”

“Bullshit! I saw your pathetic game. Kid, you need to grow up. Just the other night you were sayin’ how Peyton was different.”

He laughed. “What she don’t know won’t hurt her.” He nudged me. “Right?”

“That ain’t exactly how it works, Jamey.”

“Ain’t that how you roll?”

I just shook my head and hit the bell notifying that an order was up. “You’ve got a lot to learn about women, that’s for sure. Now, get your ass out there before mom sees you.”

Once again, to remind me of why I lived so comfortably, my brother was a perfect example of why I wasn’t into
committing.

Throughout the day I thought about Lacey. I was so conflicted when it came to her and wanting more. I felt like if I just got it all out of my system, I could move forward and the
curiosity would be over with.

She was
rattling my chains, so to speak.

I reckon my mother could read me better than anyone. I’d tried to avoid conversation and stay focused on cooking and getting out of there. All I wanted was to be back in that warm bed, between those pretty legs.

When things got slower, she approached me. “Son, what’s gotten into you this mornin’? You’ve said two words to me all day.”

“Nothin’. I’m tired, that’s all.”

She forced me to look at her and did this thing where she stared so hard at you that you swore she could see into your soul. “That’s not it. There’s somethin’ else. Are you in some kind of trouble?”

I shook my head. “Naw, it’s nothin’ like that. I ugh, I had company over last night.”

She knew me and immediately seemed shocked. “Did this company stay the night?”

She’d lived with me enough to know that I went to bed alone every single night. I didn’t stay over women’s houses and they didn’t stay at mine. “Yeah, she slept over.”

“You know what you’re doin’?” She kept shaking her head.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry yourself about.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about, son. The moment you open those big brown eyes and feel something for a woman, that wall that your keeping up is goin’ to come crashin’ down. I don’t think you’re even prepared for what it’s goin’ to do to you.”

I was in denial and was cer
tain she didn’t know what she was talking about.

“It’s all good, mom.” I touched her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “That’s never goin’ to happen.”

My mother, seemingly annoyed over me being hardheaded, walked away. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, Joey.”

My mom would always assume she knew what was going through my mind. If she had even an inkling of my lifestyle she’d have a heart attack over it.
She was so old school and had even rooted for my aunt and uncle to reconcile after years of being apart and her turning into a junkie. She believed the good outweighed the bad in everyone. Another thing about my mother was that she longed to have grandchildren, and did her best to remind me of it every chance she got.