Restore Me (Book 2.5 Kin Series) (17 page)

My stomach
dropped when I saw the shocked look on her face. Before I started panicking and watching her freak out, I decided to stay calm. I sat down and took a deep breath before proceeding. “Ask away.”

“There’s like a dozen different women in those pictures, Joey.”

I pointed to the dresser, knowing I better keep my shit together or I was going to be icing down my dick later after she left me high and dry, never wanting to speak to me again. “Go get them.”

She walked over, grabbed the picture
s and put them in my hand. I knew what had to be done and had a good reason for not telling her the full truth about some of them. “I wasn’t snooping. I just wanted a more comfortable shirt, I swear.”

I spread the pictures out and felt my
stomach churning. This was worse than my mom finding them. This made me regret having them. I felt ashamed and knew she’d hate me for it. I pointed to the first one. “Her name is Courtney. I met her in culinary school, first. We were teamed up to work on a project. Her boyfriend was also in the program and she loved him enough to sabotage our team, for his to do better.”

“I don’t understand how this naked picture has to do with culinary school.”

I smiled, knowing I was telling her the truth about this story. “It’s simple. One night we had a few drinks. Getting her to come back to my room was easier than I expected. Once I got her naked, I took the picture. The next morning she woke up and begged me not to tell anyone. I waited a week before I showed her the picture and told her if she ever crossed me again, I had leverage against her.”

“You’re ruthless.”

“I was determined to make my dream come true. No little two-timing bitch was going to fuck it up.”

She
pointed to the others. “What about these?”

I selected two more
. “For two months I worked in Baltimore. The first week there I met these two crazy chicks that just wanted to have fun. Tawny and Sheena were their names. Those two I took for fun. Then I decided that I wanted a collection, so every woman that I hooked up with I took a picture. You may think I’m an asshole. Some people write in journals. I kept photos to remember them by.”

Okay, so that was only part of the truth. The first story was true. That bitch was going to screw me over and I had to ensure that wouldn’t happen.

What my mother hadn’t found was a journal that I used to keep. I documented every woman that I’d ever slept with and had a picture for each one. It was like a diary of some sort, a trophy for me to remember each and every woman that I’d gotten pleasure from. When I moved, I’d decided to toss the journal. I burned it with a bunch of leaves in my mother’s back yard, but the pictures were too precious to get rid of.

“They’re yours to keep. Thank you for being honest.” I felt like shit for lying to her.

“You think I take them out and look at them?”
I hadn’t in a long time, but used them quite often at some points to jerk off. It was easier to put a face in the remembering process.

“I don’t want to know.”

“Your picture ain’t goin’ in that drawer, Lace. Don’t even worry about it.” If I had her picture, the others would be thrown away. All I’d ever need was her naked body hanging on a wall above my bed.

“I wasn’t
. Am I not good enough to be in your collection?”

I grabbed her hands and pulled her between my
legs. “You’re different. I want you here, because I like being with you. Your picture belongs on nightstands and wallets, not hidden in drawers.” It would also look great poster sized on my wall or ceiling.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me
on the lips. “I really shouldn’t like you this much.”

I laughed and kissed her
again, realizing that she wasn’t going to leave. Hearing her say she liked me also gave me an instant chubby. “I warned you.”

“You did.”
She teased me with her lips again.

“I’m not the guy that everyone says I am, Lacey. I get that I did things that some people would frown upon, but I knew what I wanted and I went for it. Every woman that I’ve been with has understood that I couldn’t give them anything other than a good time.”

“Stop explaining. I don’t even care.” I knew she did care, but wasn’t going to push it. If I did, she’d probably assume I’d been lying about the whole thing. I couldn’t let that happen.

Still, I couldn’t help but feel guilty and worthless. She was definitely too good for me. 
“I don’t want you to leave.”

Lacey surprised me. Instead of being angry or disgusted, she climbed on top of me and looked right into my eyes.
“If you want me to stay, then you need to lose the shorts. I want you naked.”

I pulled her on top of me and placed my hands on her bare ass cheeks.
“That goes for you, too. Take off this shirt and show me that pussy.”

I sat there and watched as she lifted her shirt up enough for me to see her smooth naked pussy. Her clit was there, calling me to attend to it
. I wasn’t wasting anymore time either. “I’m going to lick this pussy until you explode.”

She smiled and watched as I got right to work.

When I was done with her, she’d be too tired to leave and that was fine by me.

Chapter 19

Lacey ended up spending the whole weekend in my bed.
I didn’t go to the diner on Sunday to help out, on account of not wanting to come home and find her gone. Instead, I woke to her sleeping next to me. It was the second morning in a row that I had her warm, naked body strewn over mine.  I took in the scent of her hair, smelling my shampoo that reminded me of her being in my shower.

I smiled and thought about how my mother reacted to me telling her I wasn’t coming in. The
conversation wasn’t exactly short and sweet.

“Hey, it’s me. I won’t be able to help you out tomorrow. You think you’ll be alright?”

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re sick. What’s her name, Joe?”

“Mom.”

“Son, what is her name?”

“Lacey. Her name is Lacey.”

“I want to meet her.”

I sighed, knowing that she already knew who Lacey was.
It was amazing that after seeing her over at my apartment during the party that she hadn’t put two and two together. “Maybe one day.”

“Be careful. I wouldn’t want you gettin’ your heart ripped out.”
Then again, maybe she did know.

“That ain’t going to happen.”

“Your denial is goin’ to get you into trouble, boy. I’ll manage just fine tomorrow without you there.”

She went on to tell me about some crap that was going on a town over and that she didn’t expect to be busy anyway.
I ended the conversation assuring her that I wasn’t getting in over my head. Like it or not, I wasn’t too sure it was the truth.

Lacey and I didn’t get out of bed until afternoon. She’d gotten messages from Sky, but I kept her occupied enough to keep her with me.
I knew my cousin Ford was pissed and I was fully prepared to hear shit over it once Lacey headed home on Sunday night.

We’d watched several movies in between exploring each other’s bodies. Neither of us had gotten much sleep on account of us waking up and going at it again.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, I was in the bed alone. For a second, I started to worry that she’d left me again and finally freaked out over being with me. Instead, I found her in the kitchen, bending over to look in the refrigerator. The best thing about finding her was that she had nothing on. My hands found her ass and she stood up straight when she felt my touch. “What are you doin’?”

“I’m starving,” she admitted.

The refrigerator door was still open. I backed up, pushing her ass against the cold shelves inside. “What do you want to eat,” I asked while placing kisses around her mouth.

“Chocolate. I want something chocolate.”

I was under the impression that she’d wanted a meal. “How about I make you Belgian waffles and cover them with a homemade chocolate sauce?”

She smiled. “Only if you cook naked.”

I ran one hand down between her legs. Her pussy had to be sore, but she wasn’t complaining, especially when I was touching her. “That won’t be a problem.” Without warning, I picked her up and sat her on the counter. She grabbed me with her legs and pulled me in close. “If you keep this up, I’m goin’ to be the only one eatin’.”

Lacey giggled and snorted at the same time. It made me laugh, too. “You better feed me.”

“Go get a hot bath. When you get done, it’ll be ready to eat.”

She gave me a wicked look and headed out of the kitchen.

Waffles weren’t tricky to make, but the consistency had to be perfect. Luckily, ever year for Christmas, I got some kind of cooking device, whether I used it or not.

I pulled the waffle maker out of the
box and removed the plastic. Like lots of other gadgets, I hadn’t used it yet. Cooking waffles for a beautiful woman was a good reason to try it out.

I plugged it in and
immediately started to smell the newness burning off it. While it heated up, I mixed the ingredients for the batter and then sprayed the waffle iron so they wouldn’t stick.

By the time Lacey came around the corner, in only a towel, I’d made eight. The chocolate sauce was cooking, but needed more time to thicken to the
consistency I needed it. “I’m all done”

“I can see that. Do you need a shirt?”

The towel dropped to the floor. “Why bother? You’re naked and it would only be a matter of time before I got naked again. I think me being here should be clothing optional.”

She picked
herself up and sat back on the counter in the same area as before. I placed two waffles on a plate. Then I got out the heavy cream and started whipping it until it thickened. Lacey watched as I put two globs on the waffles and spread it all over them. Then I used a wooden spoon to drizzle the chocolate sauce all around.

I cut out a bite and directed it to Lacey’s open mouth. While she chewed, I took a bite myself.

“This is fantastic,” She said with a mouth full of food.

“Did you doubt me?”

Lacey shook her head as she stuck her finger into the topping and then sucked it off. “I don’t doubt your cooking skills, Joey, but I’d get huge if I ate like this every day.”

“I like watchin’ you eat my food.” I put some topping on my own index finger and fed it to her. She sucked
all of it, while never taking her eyes off of mine. “I also like playing with my food.”

Lacey watched me stick my finger in the chocolate. It was still pretty warm. I brought my finger over to her nipple and circled the chocolate around it. She leaned back against the cabinet and let me repeat the process to the other breast. I leaned in and licked it off of both of them. She moaned as my mouth came up to press against hers. Her tongue was warm and she kissed me as if she hadn’t seen me in a long time. When we pulled away I was aroused. She looked down and reached for my cock, but I moved away. “Hey. Don’t be mean. I can always leave and not come back you know.”

“You know you won’t, Lace. Your pussy likes me too much.”

She took another giant
bite of the waffles. “You seem to be so sure of yourself. I hate to break it to you, but I’m the one in control.”

If she wanted to think that, then she was going to have to show me more. “Prove it.”

She moved the plate of waffles out of the way and stuck her hand right in the pot of chocolate sauce. I was shocked, but as quickly as she’d done it, she smacked it against my chest and started rubbing it around. “You want me to prove that I get what I want, Joey?” Her fingers traced over my lips, leaving the chocolate syrup over them. I licked it away then leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away, smiling. Another hand of chocolate smashed against my cheek. She started laughing and spreading it over my neck.

“You’re goin’ to lick this all off, you know?”

Then she stopped. We both looked over at the pot of chocolate liquid. She soaked her hand again, but this time, she started massaging it into her breasts. Her hardened nipples shined against the light, almost forcing me to have to lick them. I went in for a taste and felt it being spread on my shoulders.

Things were going to get messy, because she was leaving me with no other choice other than to fight back.

My fingers went into the pot. She grabbed my arm and pulled them over to where she could suck them into her mouth. I watched her savoring every last drop before finally allowing me to kiss her.

It was rough having our teeth colliding followed by heavy breathing. Then, all of the sudden,
Lacey pushed me away.  She leaned over and turned on the burner, watching as the remaining amount of chocolate syrup heated up. “What are you doing?”

She touched her pussy and then brought her fingers up to her lips. “I want you to beg for it. Tell me you want this pussy, Joey.”

Was she really playing this game with me? I never begged for a piece. “I don’t beg.”