Jinx (Kings of Carnage MC) - Chelsea Camaron Page 0,33
I have this tugging inside of me.
There is simply something about her that calls to my damn soul. A place inside of me that I never even knew existed.
Finally, she relaxes her body against mine.
“Tell me about home, Talia.”
Her voice is like heaven as she speaks of a time before life on the rails. “I grew up on a farm. My mom homeschooled us. I’m the youngest of nine. My older sister Amara is my best friend.”
I continue to kneed her neck and shoulders.
“Do you have siblings?” she inquires, finally catching on to my game. As long as she easily answers my questions in a way I feel she’s truthful, then I will answer hers in the same manner.
“I don’t know.”
She twists her head to look at me. Only, I still have my sunglasses on. “How’s that?”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I begin to massage under her breasts, tracing my hands against the soft skin of her sides, to her back, and repeating again to the front of her torso under her perky tits. Her body begs for more from me while her mind seems to be fighting a war.
“Where are you from?” I ask as she becomes relaxed against me again.
“North Dakota,” she half moans, but keeps herself together. “Koa, can I be completely honest with you?”
“Yes, Teineitiiti,” I whisper.
She sighs, “I’m not a little girl.”
I laugh, “Baby, have you seen your size to mine? I’m six-four, you’re five-four in heels, I bet. You’re little to me, and it’s not about your age. So, how old are you while we’re discussing these things?”
“What month is it?”
Damn, she really has been living that rail life. “September fourth.”
“On September nineteenth, I turn nineteen.”
I mentally make a note of that as I continue to tease her body. My hands move to her thighs, where I work the flesh, allowing my thumbs to tease the curls covering her pussy.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
She scissors her legs involuntarily, seeking more contact from my hands, but I don’t give into her desires.
“What made you leave home?”
She tenses under me, and I pause, waiting to see if she’s going to close herself off to me or continue to give into whatever this is between us.
“I think we’ve talked enough,” she states, shutting me down and moving to get up.
I pull her back down, water again splashing everywhere. “Relax, Teineitiiti. What’s your last name?”
“Why don’t you take your sunglasses off?” She avoids my question.
I don’t relent. “What’s your last name?”
“Peppertree,” she concedes.
Easy enough. Once she’s in bed, I’ll send her name to Sly and have him work his magic to give me the information on Talia Peppertree.
It takes some time and more of the simple questions, like her favorite color, to have her soft against me again. Once I have her whimpering, practically pleading for more of my touch, I get into the deeper questions again.
“Who named you?”
“My mother wanted each of her girls to have a name from somewhere else in the world because she wanted to travel and couldn’t.”
“Talia means to wait in Samoan,” I tell her proudly. My adopted mother knew my biological mother. She also knew who my sperm donor was too. Growing up she made sure to teach me about my Samoan culture even though Arthur is a basic white man he even did his part for me to know where I came from. Well as much as they could, that is.
My cock is rock hard between her body and mine as she begins to press herself to me, trying to get my hands where she wants them. I maintain my work on her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider as she moves, allowing the jets to work under the water without me actually touching her.
Just as she’s on the cusp of crying out for more, I stand, lifting her up as I go. Stepping out of the tub, I reach for a towel and toss it to her. “Dry off, Teineitiiti. I’ll bring you a shirt of mine and boxers to sleep in.”
She can’t hide the flush to her cheeks or the disappointment in her eyes.
Yes, Talia is to wait, and wait we both must do because I haven’t quite figured her out yet. The only thing I do know is she’s got me seriously turned on, and I haven’t even had a single taste of her.
Soon, though, very soon.
Sleeping with a hard-on isn’t as easy as one might expect when the cause of the erection is whimpering and rubbing up against