Nine
NINE
I scrub my face like the soap and hot water are going to wash away what happened with Dagen this morning.
From finding her all cuddled up on my deck chair, her green eyes glowing from the morning sun, to watching her tit fall out of her top, her brown nipple pebbled and looking like it wanted to be trapped between my teeth has my head swirling. Cap it all off with me inviting her back for breakfast and I was totally fucked. Sharing a meal with that girl, watching the way her lips wrapped around a fork and the way her tongue licked the drop of syrup that stuck to it, was the worst kind of torture. At one point, I choked on my fucking bacon, little bits flying out everywhere, when she moaned and closed her eyes upon taking a bite of her pancake. It wasn’t even anything fancy. Just some box mix with a little buttermilk, but she acted as if it were heaven in her mouth.
She was fresh faced with wet hair, obviously showered for the day, and clad in denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt. But the outline of her nipples poked right through the flimsy material of her bra and t-shirt. Was she even wearing a bra? Fuck .
Meanwhile, Kinsley looked like she’d been tumble dried in a tornado. Her hair was everywhere and she still wore her pajamas which were the same ones that Dagen had been wearing earlier. Let’s not forget the eyeliner that was smeared across her eyes, and you had a contrast between the two that was wider than the Mississippi River.
Her voice rings loud in my head, her tone breathy when she said, “ I wish there was a way I could repay your hospitality. But other than what my Dad pays for the repairs to the car, there isn’t much I can offer.” I wanted to tell her there were plenty of ways to repay me. Starting with her on her knees, those big green eyes zeroed in on me as I fucked her from behind.
Kinsley snorted when she said those words and I didn’t even have to look at her face to see she was holding in a laugh, her blue eyes bulging and cheeks red. It’s a face that we all are very familiar with. She’s become an unofficial little sister and as much as she drives me nuts, we love her.
Which is why I can’t be too mad at her for bringing Dagen into my life. Yesterday I was ready to strangle her when she and Miss Shirley offered my loft to Dagen. Or rather, forced me to offer it to her. Then the bike ride that I know she was in cahoots with Malik and Danté, had me ready to blow her hair back. But the moment I felt Dagen’s hands wrap around my torso and her head lay on my back when I popped my front tire, I let all of that aggravation go.
Riding with her on the back of my bike last night was a struggle, because all I wanted to do was throw her down on my bed and ravage her. Each time her fingers dug into my sides, every laugh, every hoot, only made me want her more. The last fifteen minutes of our ride I had to talk myself out of throwing her over my shoulder and locking her in my room once we were home.
I don’t know how I’m going to keep my sanity in check for the next thirteen days. I can only hope the guys at the shop can move her repairs to the front of the line.
I press my hands flat against the shower wall and drop my head, letting the water pelt my neck and shoulders. When my eyes close, the sight of Dagen with her tits on full display waiting for me to feast on is vivid and far too real.
I fist my hardening cock and tug it, feeling it grow harder in my hand with each stroke. I think about her body, wet and slick as she coats herself in soap. I can picture her soft hands running up and down her body, caressing all the places I wish I could be. The places I want my dick to be, sliding in out of her wet pussy.
I squeeze and tug once more on my thick shaft and I’m shooting off, cum hitting the tiled shower wall and sliding down the slick tiles. My chest heaves and I see stars and I wait for my breathing to recover. But I don’t think any amount of recovery time is going to help because this is a feeling that Dagen can incite by simply smiling.
I am so fucked.
The sound of the torque wrench and air compressor is like a riot for most people. But for me it’s a soothing sound, almost like a white noise one would play at night to help them fall asleep. It calms me, and right now it’s also helping drown out the thoughts of Dagen that are running unrestrained in my mind.
I stare blankly at a spreadsheet, my eyes trying to make sense of the numbers while my brain has completely checked out, when my door is thrown open.
“If you don’t get on that girl then Danté will.” Malik comes walking into my office dressed in chinos and a pressed button up shirt.
It’s so opposite of who I know Malik to really be. But this isn’t Malik Dare, or King as many ladies call him. The man that stands in front of me is Mr. Dare, beloved kindergarten teacher.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I push away from my desk, leaning back in my black leather chair with the word DARE etched in blue, and cross my arms over my chest.
“Dagen. D said if you aren’t going to make your move that he’s planning to. And from what I can sense, I don’t think you want that to happen.”
I screw up my face at him and let my eyes scan him up and down. “Are you a clairvoyant or something? How can you ‘sense’ that I don’t want D to make a move on her?”
With a cocky smirk, he crosses his arms and leans against the door frame. “Henny…you act like I haven’t known you for practically my whole life. I know what you look like when you want something. You, Mr. Dare, want Dagen. And the fact that she’s under your roof and you haven’t made a move tells me you aren’t just thinking of her for a quick fuck. That would’ve happened before she had a chance to step foot out of this shop if that’s all you wanted.”
“Get the fuck out of here with that shit.” I grip the edge of my desk and tug my chair along.
I’m pissed and it’s only because he’s right. If all I wanted was to fuck Dagen and move on, I would’ve had her feet in the air before I even towed her car. Usually the lip bite has women dropping to their knees, but my attitude towards her was a deterrent. It was the only way to keep me from falling to my knees.
“She’s a kid, Mal. Not my type.”
He walks in and plops down on my chair and kicks his feet up on my desk. “She don’t look like no fucking kid. That girl is all woman and fucking christ, she’s dolly.”
My fingers pound on the keyboard and steam billows from my nose. He’s right and he knows he is, that prick. But that doesn’t mean I’m about to do anything about it. She’ll be gone in two weeks and until then, I’ll keep my distance. She can spend time with Kins and I’ll stay busy with the guys. Maybe even find someone else to feed the hunger. But not Dagen.
“So you’re just going to let D take a shot?”
My jaw clenches and I hear a ringing in my ears. Thinking of Danté touching her, kissing her, fucking her makes me sick. Not because he’s a slimeball, but because I don’t want anyone else touching her. It’s irrational, I know, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
“I don’t know what you want me to do about it. If he wants to ask her out, then it’s up to her.” He snorts and I look up from my keyboard. “What?”
“Well if you don’t care, I’ll go ahead and give him the green light. I think he wants to ask her to go to Truth and Dare Inc tonight.” That has me lifting my eyes to meet his.
Truth and Dare Inc is the bar that we all co-own, however Danté runs more of the day to day operations just as I do this shop and Malik does with our finances and legal shit. He’s the number guy. Obviously D and I are more of the hands-on dirty kind of guys.
“Wanna go?” He asks me and I feel like I may jump out of my skin.
I play it off with a shrug then go back to pretending to work. “Yeah. Sure. She’ll probably ask Kins to go with her, so we might as well, so that she doesn’t feel like a third wheel.”
“Right. That’s the reason we’re going.” Malik’s feet thud on the floor when he drops them from my desk and stands from his seat. “I better get back to class. I told my assistant that I had an appointment off campus and needed an extra thirty minutes for lunch today.”
He smooths down his shirt and pants and leaves through the door. As he goes, he yells out, “If Danté gets his way, don’t worry about her going back to your place tonight.”
I ball my hands into fists and hear my knuckles crack. It’s going to be a long night and I worry that my teeth may end up dust by the time it’s all over.