I start sucking the skin into my mouth, and marking her for the day.
“Good morning to you too,” she coos.
“You sleep good?” I ask her.
“Yeah. I looked for you last night, but Mason said you headed in early.”
“Yeah I slept alright. Get me some breakfast yeah?”
“Of course.”
Tink stands from the stool after I let her hair go, but before she walks away she spins around and plants her lips on mine. I could kiss Tink for the next hundred years, but there is nothing like tasting Carnie’s lips. Hers were different, and when I hear the gasp next to us I know I’ve fucked up. Tink pulls away smiling over at Carnie. “Morning.” I know she’s being a bitch, and I want to stop her, but I can’t.
“Morning Tink. You need any help in there?” Carnie regains her composure and nods toward the kitchen.
“No. Viking’s the only one up. I got him,” she sneers.
I don’t miss the undertone in her voice either. I almost want to call her out on it, but I don’t. Instead I stand there like a bastard and just watch Carnie. The look of defeat that crosses her face as she storms toward the door pulls at something in me.
“You forgot your box,” I call out to her.
When she turns to me I see tears in her eyes.
“Give it to one of your girls. Keep it. I don’t care. I don’t want it anymore.”
The words leave her mouth quickly before she slips out of the door. A part of me wants to go after her, while the other part of me wants to wave goodbye to her ass and pray she doesn’t come back. That’s just one complication that I don’t need around here. I lean against the bar when Tink comes back out of the kitchen with a plate full of food. She sets it in front of me and makes sure I get an eyeful of her tits that are barely in her shirt.
“Which breakfast do you want?” she teases.
Goddamn it. My cock is so fucking hard I need something to drain it.
“Turn around. Lean on the table,” I tell her gruffly.
Tink turns quickly just as I knew she would. She’s always a little too eager to get my cock inside of her. Reaching into my pocket I pull out a condom and tear it open. I slip it on, lift up her skirt, and shove into her. I’m not even surprised that she’s not wearing any panties. She’s always ready.
Tink moans and groans with each rough thrust. I reach up and wrap my hand around her hair and yank roughly. The harder I fuck her the better I feel. It isn’t really her pussy that I want to be inside of, but she was the better choice. Carnie is off limits to me. I know this, but after having her in my arms and tasting her sweet lips, I need to remind my cock of that.
“Harder Viking,” Tink cries.
I give in and fuck her harder, getting even deeper. I close my eyes with each thrust and there she is. The forbidden fruit I’m not allowed to touch. Those brown eyes burning through my body. I come roughly inside of Tink. I pull out and shove her away. I yank the condom off and toss it at her, “Clean it up.”
She doesn’t question me, but I can see the pissed off gleam in her eyes. I yank my jeans back up, turn, and run my hand through my hair. It’s then that I lock eyes with the girl that is fucking with my head. I thought she left? Nope, there she is. She’s standing there, looking in the window, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
I’ve never felt like such an asshole in my entire life as I do right now. I lower my head, but when I look back up she’s already gone.
Chapter 6
CARNIE
Sometimes I wonder how I can be so damn dumb. How I can read so much into nothing. I should have known that
Viking didn’t really want anything to do with me. He’s just after a quick fuck like Tink is, but why didn’t he take it last night? He could have. I shake my head and let all these thoughts ride as I walk into my apartment.
“Where the hell have you been?” Eric’s voice thunders through the room. I rub my eyes as I yawn and walk over to the couch and drop down.