Restore Me (Book 2.5 Kin Series) (11 page)

I was taking a sip of beer trying to think of a comeback so I didn’t seem like such a pussy. The beer came rushing out of my nose, burning my nostrils.
“Jesus Christ, woman. I didn’t say that at all. I said you could crash here, in my guest room. My mom brought over an old set. It ain’t much, but it’s a bed” I tried to smile it off, but already knew I’d opened up way too much. If I didn’t start acting like a dickhead again, she was going to give me whatever I wanted, or didn’t want. “Unless you’re offerin’ somethin’ else.”

She kicked me again.
“I’m not!”

I had to come up with a good excuse for my comment.
“I’m just sayin’. This is my first place. It’s great, but I’m not used to livin’ alone. Aside from you fightin’ me every ten seconds, we get along. I wouldn’t mind if you stayed every once in a while. Of course, if we had that kind of arrangement, we would have to discuss this new friendship.”

“You don’t get sex because I sleep in your guest room.”
She put her foot down on that one and I was almost glad she had.

“Nah, it would be the opposite. If you stayed here that much, we could only be friends; the kind that doesn’t sleep together.”
I sounded like the biggest idiot. What kind of man tries to sleep with a woman, then invites her to stay over, only to not have her in his bed?

She caught me off guard by sitting down her plate and moving closer to me. Her hand was on my shorts.
“You mean to tell me that even if I begged you to fuck me, you wouldn’t do it?”

My dick was about to burst through my shorts. I swallowed hard and kept a straight face.
“Yep. Relationships complicate things. I like my life and don’t want drama. You’re fun to be around and if we took things there, it would change. If I slept with you last night, or today, I probably wouldn’t have offered for you to sleep here when you wanted to. In fact, I know I wouldn’t have. It’s a big boundary that I don’t like crossin’.” I needed her to buy what I was saying. Once she left my place, I could figure out how to let her see me with someone else. After that she’d hate me and stay away. I couldn’t let myself feel so vulnerable. I hated the way she was making me feel.

Lacey climbed on top of me, ignoring my last comment. She started rocking her body back and forth and I knew that she knew I was hard and ready.

The little bitch climbed off of me and removed her panties. She touched herself before climbed back onto my lap. “This doesn’t make you want me?” Her lips grazed over mine. “What about kissing?”

I tried to readjust, so it wasn’t so obvious.
I only had a few more seconds before I couldn’t hold it in any longer. No man would have been able to resist being in that type of situation. “You’re playin’ with fire.”

She teased my lips again
. “I know you want this to happen. Are you afraid you won’t be as good as you say you are?” Now she was challenging me. What was I supposed to do with that? I had a reputation to uphold.

My hands found her ass and just one touch sent me over the edge. I wanted her so fucking bad that my mouth was watering imagining it. I thought about the way her pussy tasted and felt my dick jumping.
“Trust me, that’s not what I’m worried about.”

She moved away from my lips and looked into my eyes. “What then?”

I felt like throwing up my arms and surrendering right there. Thankfully, my mind went back to Shayne and how hurt she’d been over him. I knew her intentions weren’t because she was dying to be with me. It was the fact that was itching for a reason to get him back. She wanted a distraction and I wasn’t going to be her escape.

I patted her on the hips and moved her off of me.
“We need to just be friends. If you sleep with me, right now, you’ll hate yourself in the mornin’. This ain’t about you wantin’ me, it’s about Shayne. If you were someone else, I’d already have you in bed, givin’ you all I have to offer, but I can’t do it with you.”

Lacey looked pissed
. “Why? What’s wrong with me? Why am I different? Am I all used up or something?”

I leaned my back against the couch and covered my face while I thought of the logical thing to say. It wasn’t every day that I was turning away a half naked woman that had been sitting on top of me, offering herself.
“This is why I don’t get serious.” I was too messed up to rationalize what was running through my mind. “You think we met for the first time in Ford’s apartment upstairs, don’t you?”

She
nodded.

“That ain’t when I first noticed you. I saw you with Shayne several times and knew I wanted you even then, but also knew it was wrong. You w
ere taken and seemingly happy. When I found out you’d broke up, I was happy, because I knew I could make a play at you. The more I got around you, the more I realized you were different. I’d never seen someone that made my dick hard with just a smile. Those deep dimples of yours make me fuckin’ crazy. When you’re sad, I find myself carin’ and wantin’ to make you forget. It scares the shit out of me knowin’ that I can’t fuck you, because I know I’d get lost in you, Lacey. I’m too damn stubborn to do it to myself. I’m happy where I am in life. I don’t want complicated.”

She just stared at me, like she was sitting across from a complete stranger. 
“You need to put on them panties and stop messin’ with me, because we both know what’s goin’ to happen if you don’t.”

When she stood up, I thought she was going to start crying and leave. Instead she looked right at me as that t-shirt was pulled overtop of her head. Lacey stood there,
completely naked in front of me. “This isn’t about Shayne anymore and you know it. You think I could leave this morning and not think about how it makes me feel to touch you. When you kiss me, my body reacts like it never has before. I should be crying about a failed relationship, but at the end of the day, being with you is all I can think about. I’m tired of fighting myself and lying to you. I won’t be in the guest room, although I appreciate that offer. I’ll be waiting in your bed. When you’re ready to face me and get lost in whatever this is going on between us, you know where to find me.”

I watched her walk into my bedroom, leaving me sitting there alone, and turned on
. There was no doubt that I wanted her and after what she’d just said to me, I knew we were both on the same page. I could fight what I was feeling and walk away, because she’d just keep coming back. Lacey was right and I needed to face my fears. Whatever I was feeling for her was making me crazy. Instead of fighting it, I needed to see it through. After chasing her for so long, I couldn’t stop myself.

So I followed her into the bedroom, knowing damn well everything that I’d ever known about myself was going to change.

Chapter 12

I got as far as the doorway before I was taken back by her beauty. There she was sprawled out on my bed, ready for the taking. Normally, I would have pounced on that shit and never looked back. It wasn’t like there were some kind of strings attached. Lacey knew as well as anyone how
I was. I never kept it a secret. In fact I was content knowing that women expected nothing from me but satisfaction.

My ability to keep up with my lifestyle had been turned to shit when it came to this woma
n. I’d been with plenty of them through the years and none had made me feel so vulnerable and indecisive. As much as I wanted to keep rejecting her, I equally wanted to explore why she had me so fucked up in the head.

I knew that unless I went forward with it, I’d never be able to shake her out of my mind and get on with my life.

I walked over to the bed and looked down at her, knowing damn well that this could make or break me.

“This is bad.”
I leaned into her and kissed the back of her hand. “We don’t have to do this. I can wait until you’re over him.”

She wasn’t having it. I’d given her a way out and she was refusing it.
“Shut up and kiss me.”

After laying down on the bed, Lacey climbed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed, differently than I was used to. Hell, there were a lot of times when kissing hadn’t even been part of sex. Lacey
’s tongue met mine and my stomach began to knot up. I was slowly losing control and contemplating giving up on the fight, because she felt so good to me.

“I want you.”
She whispered while looking directly at me.

I drug my thumbs over her wet mouth, touching the lips that had just been on mine.
“I want you, too.” I couldn’t deny it anymore, I wanted her so bad that I was going to explode right there on the bed.

I kissed all over her soft skin, working my way from her face to her ears. She smelled like my soap and I got off knowing that I’d
been with her in there, even if it were brief. I closed my eyes while still using my tongue against her lobe.

Without regard for her being completely engulfed in my kisses, I grabbed her and positioned her on top of me. Her legs straddled me and I felt like I was in control again.

That was until she reached down and took ahold of me. When her little fingers brushed over my tip, I groaned. She was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. As she took her time getting familiar with my cock, I laced our other hands together. It was an unusual move for me. I’d never really gotten involved emotionally before. I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t just about me. Lacey needed to feel wanted. She was doing this because her heart was broken. No matter if it was for paybacks, or she really wanted to experience what I had to offer. I decided that I was going to give her something she’d never forget. I couldn’t hold back with her, but I also couldn’t be aggressive. She needed to go slow and be devoured with tenderness.

I
t was hard to not look down at what she was doing. Lacey was going at it, but I pulled her hand out of my shorts. “You’re so God damn beautiful.” I licked my lips and leaned in to kiss her again as she came up to face me. Her lips felt so good against mine, almost like tasting a fine wine after a perfect meal.

She dug her hand into my hair as our kissing became intense. She kissed slow and passionate and I matched her movements enjoying how I could feel it from my lips to my toes. This chick was already showing me that she was going to be the one blowing me away.

I leaned on an elbow and took my time exploring her breasts, one at a time.

Things were moving too fast and it was only going to be a couple more minutes before I was busting my load. I needed to slow things down to prevent it from happening. I knew she was shocked when I jumped off the bed and went running out of the room.

I’d already done enough exploring of her body to make me crazy. Even though I wasn’t near finished with getting to know every inch of her skin, I knew it was important to her that I take my time. After rushing into the kitchen, I grabbed a couple things out of the refrigerator and headed back into the bedroom.

Lacey was lying there on her back. Her knees were bent up and I caught a eye full of pussy before remembering what I was planning on doing.

Since food had been so important in every aspect of my life, I found pleasure in bringing it into intimate situations. When I was done with Lacey, she’d taste like fresh strawberries and cream and I couldn’t wait to lick all that flavor off of her.

I
climbed back on the bed, eager to spread fresh strawberries in between those sweet pussy lips. “Close your eyes, Lacey.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Just close your eyes. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

I started with her nipple, circling the cold fruit slowly around it
. She gasped and opened her eyes to see what I was using. A half smile shown across her face when she discovered the culprit. She bit down on her lip, but kept watching what I was doing.

“Close your eyes.”

“It’s cold,” she whined.

I reached down and sucked on her
nipple, savoring the flavor of the fruit and the way her skin felt against my lips. My tongue left a strand of saliva that I immediately used to blow on, making the tips of her breasts rock hard. Then I rubbed the strawberry over it again. I kept repeating the process, listening to her arousal while doing it.

Lacey opened her eyes as I brought the used fruit up to her lips. She let me feed her and I couldn’t help but kiss her as she chewed.
“Your pussy’s next.”

She started to cover herself, as if my words had made her embarrassed. I pulled her hand away and loo
ked between her legs while pulling out another strawberry from the bag. Her naked muff was begging for attention and I was about to give her plenty.

Lacey cle
nched the sheets as I began to rub it over her clit. She bucked with every swift stroke, making tiny sounds each time.

I
rolled it around in circular motions, and she cried out more and more, touching her breasts and pinching at her nipples. I kept taking turns rubbing the strawberry over her clit and licking it until she cried out loudly in the bedroom.

She was still panting when my mouth dove back down and took her pussy full on. She tasted of fruit and orgasm, in which I began lapping up both, while sucking in her
outer lips and tugging them with my teeth.