The war inside of him increased. He knew he needed to walk away. Hell, he needed to run! But, he couldn’t.
“Fuck it,” he whispered, just as his mouth crashed against hers.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Keily
For a split second, she was frozen.
Shocked.
But when his mouth collided against hers, Keily snapped out of it as heat flooded her core. She gave back as good as she got. She would have thought kissing him would be awkward with all the piercings, but it wasn’t. Tinker knew just how to work his mouth over hers.
His tongue pressed against her lips, demanding entry – and she willingly gave it. His hand pressed against her side as the other held his weight. She could feel the heat from his palm through her shirt and yearned to have it against her skin.
Keily’s hands splayed over his chest before sliding down and ducking under his shirt.
She smiled against his lips at his sudden intake of breath.
Tinker’s lips broke contact with hers and almost caused her to whimper. She watched as he sat up, straddling her legs, and ripped his shirt over his head.
Keily stared at him. The black and white tattoos that covered his body made her mouth water. Which was weird because she’d never been into them before. But on Tinker, they looked incredibly sexy.
Hell, he was sexy. Everything about him hit a button for Keily.
Her hands went back to his chest. They played over the small patch of hair on his sternum, then trailed further south. Down over his pectoral muscles, skimming over the ridges of his abs, and then skirting around and up his back.
Tinker leaned back onto her as he ground his dick against her most sensitive area.
Keily groaned, feeling his growing bulge press against her.
She lifted her hips, pressing him closer.
Tinker’s mouth latched onto her neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking down the column of her throat; then back up the other side. She felt him tip to the side, and then she was on top, looking down into his dark, hooded eyes.
She circled her hips, his dick pressed firmly against her core. They both moaned.
Tinker’s hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Keily sat, straddling his lap, in nothing but her shorts.
“No bra?” he asked.
Keily shook her head. “Already took it off.”
He raised a brow and his lips lifted in a cocky smile. “I like.”
His large, callused hands, each grabbed a globe. Massaging them, he lightly pinched her nipples. Keily groaned and said, “Harder.”
Tinker’s smile grew bigger. “I definitely like.”
One of his arms wrapped around her, yanking her down toward his face where his mouth captured a hardened nipple. He sucked it between his lips and bit down.
Heat flooded her center and her back arched.
As he worked over her breasts, his hand skimmed down her side causing goosebumps. She sucked in a breath as his fingers reached the edge of her shorts and ducked underneath the fabric.
“And no panties?” he mumbled around her nipple.
“Nope,” she moaned, as his finger rubbed through her slit and circled her clit. “Never wear them.”
He pulled away slightly. “What?”
“I don’t wear them,” she repeated.
“Ever?”
“Nope.”
“So…” He dipped a finger inside of her.
Keily moaned, circling her hips again.
“You just free-lip it?” Tinker continued to ask.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Niiice,” he drew out the single word as he added a second finger.
His fingers moved deep inside of her and Keily lost all need for conversation. Long, slow strokes had her breath sawing in her lungs.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her, other than herself.
Keily didn’t know how long she could hold off the orgasm that was quickly approaching, or if she even wanted to. Tinker’s fingers were working magic as he scissored them inside of her and manipulated her G-spot.
Her pussy started to tingle, and her toes began to curl.
“That’s it,” Tinker whispered. Grabbing the back of her neck in his tight grip, he pulled her face toward his. Looking directly in her eyes, he said, “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the look in his eyes, but Keily’s body did as he wished. Her vagina clamped down around his fingers. Her eyes rolled. And her body shattered.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as she came. “Fucking beautiful.”
Her body collapsed on top of his, and Tinker again reversed their position. He stared down at her for a moment, and Keily smiled.
“That was…” she sighed. “Great.”
“Great?” He chuckled. “Damn. Guess I better get to work then because great just isn’t going to cut it.”
She watched as he moved down her body. His hand gripped the waistband of her shorts. Tinker pulled them down her legs and tossed them to the floor.
“Fucking amazing,” he whispered, staring down at her.
Keily had never been one to feel overly sexy, but the heat in Tinker’s eyes as he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Keily blushed.
“Mmm,” he said, as he pushed her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders. “Fuck,” he breathed.
Slowly, Tinker laid down between her legs, his face only inches from her pussy. She felt the tip of his finger lightly caress her, and she shuddered. Her pussy twitched.
And then his tongue replaced his finger, and Keily moaned. Her entire body came alive and need began to consume her. A need that only Tinker could fulfill.
His tongue dipped inside of her, teasing her entrance then swirling around her clit. He sucked her bud between his lips and rapidly flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle. Tinker slipped his finger back inside of her. He slowly, agonizingly, slid it back out, teasing her, and then pushed it even deeper.
She tried to wiggle her hips, to get him to finger her faster, but Tinker just used his size and muscle to hold her in place, open to him.
“Please, Tinker,” she begged, needing more.
“What?” he asked, still teasing her.
“More,” Keily breathed.
“Like this?” he asked, sliding in deeper.
“Yes,” she moaned, a bit too loudly.
Emily whimpered in her makeshift bed. Keily slapped a hand over her mouth. Tinker froze.
When there was no other sound coming from the baby, Keily rotated her hips, trying to get Tinker to start moving again. But he didn’t.
Keily felt him pull his finger free. Her eyes flew to his face to see his brows drawn together. “Maybe we shouldn’t…” he started to say.
“Don’t!” She pointed at him. “Don’t you fucking dare. You started this, you better finish it, Tinker.” If he left her hanging, she would make his life a living hell until this entire situation was over with. “Look at me,” she told him. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” he replied, without missing a beat.
“Then I’m right here,” she said. “Take me.”
“But what if Emily wakes up?”
“She’s an infant, Tinker,” Keily replied. “She isn’t going to know. Plus, she can only see like three inches from her face.”
“Really?” He looked shocked.
Keily wanted to strangle him. “Tinker!”
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
He looked at her for a moment, so long so, that Keily thought he was going to make another excuse. She was about to move out from underneath him when he finally snapped out of whatever had occupied his thoughts.
His mouth covered her vagina, and as his tongue darted out and reclaimed her clit, all irritation vanished and suddenly, Keily was learning how it felt to see sparks flying as she orgasmed.
Chapter
Thirty
Tinker
He was going to hell.
There was no other choice. He knew he was breaking a cardinal rule, but the sight of Keily laid out before him like the most delicious buffet, had his brain short-circuiting, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. He would deal with the consequences later.
His tongue dipped inside, and her sweetness filled his mouth.
Tinker felt like a dying man, and Keily was his last drink of water. He pushed one finger back inside of her, then another. Her tightness wrapped around him and he almost groaned out loud. If she were this tight around two fingers, he could only imagine how she would feel once he sank his cock inside of her.
His tongue swirled around her clit, then flicked over the tight bud. He could feel her pussy twitching. He fingered her faster, sucking her clit to add extra friction as Keily started to roll her hips against his face.
Her moans of pleasure were like soft caresses against his balls.
She moved faster, more erratic; and he knew she was getting close.
On her next downstroke, Tinker added a third finger into her pussy and as Keily sucked in a breath, she exploded all over his face. He let her ride out the wave of her orgasm, every small ripple until she sighed with contentment.
But Tinker wasn’t finished.
As he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, and with his eyes locked on hers, he licked her juices from each one. He watched as the fire in her eyes reignited. And before he could think, Keily was reaching for the button of his jeans and popped it open. Tinker rolled off her and onto his back, intent on sliding out of them and returning to his position between her thighs, but Keily had other plans.
As soon as he was free of his jeans, she wrapped her hands around his shaft and lowered her head, swallowing half of his dick.
Tinker sucked in a breath and groaned. “Fuck…”
He watched as she worked him in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and licked down his shaft. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and the mixture of pain and pleasure had Tinker grabbing a fist full of the bedsheet. She continued to work her hand up and down his length, jerking his cock as her mouth did mind-blowing things to his nuts.
It felt as if he was losing control of his own body.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted. “Keily…” If she didn’t stop, he would embarrass himself.
He tried to release the sheet. He tried to move his hips away, but instead, they seemed to rise and fall with the movement of her hand.
His balls tightened.
“Keily…” He was about to come, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She jerked his dick faster, her mouth trading places with her hand. She sucked his tip, her cheeks caving in, and her tongue rubbing against the underside.
And just as his entire body seemed to tighten like a steel band, Keily pressed a finger against the outer ring of his ass.
“Oy!” Tinker clenched his ass cheeks together.
But exploded into her mouth, nonetheless.
He tried to catch his breath. He tried to get his body to relax. But with her finger posed to violate him, he couldn’t.
“Keily…” he huffed, breathless. “Move your finger.”
She wiggled it which only caused him to suck in a breath and groan.
“Away from my ass.”
She did as he asked while releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. His eyes went to hers and he growled at the smile on her face.
“You think that’s funny?” he asked. Reaching for her, he yanked her down on top of him and then flipped them over so that she was beneath him. He started to tickle her. “Is it funny now?”
Keily’s laughter filled the room, and before they could wake up Emily, she clamped a hand over her mouth, hiding the grin that was plastered on her face.
“I got you, woman,” he said, eyes narrowed. But he still couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “That little thing you did…” He wiggled his finger in her face. “That wasn’t nice.”
“You liked it,” she teased back.
“True.” He was man enough to admit it. “Lucky for you, my kinks run pretty damn deep. And speaking of deep…”
He lined himself up with her pussy and pushed his way in.
They both groaned.
Tinker had been right. Her pussy wrapped around his dick was like fucking heaven. Wet, hot, and it fit like a damn glove. He pulled back slowly, then sank back in, each time a little farther until he was finally seated in her completely.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned.
Keily smiled. “Kegels.”
“What?” He looked at her, confused.
“My tight vagina,” she explained. “Is because of Kegels.”
He had no idea what that meant but thought to himself, thank you, Kegel.
He began to move slowly, then a bit faster. Leaning down, he softly kissed her lips. Together, they moved as one. Tinker rotated and ground his hips against hers, sinking in as far as he could go. Slowly, their movements increased.
In…
Out…
In…
Out…
In…
Out…
Until their bodies were colliding.
Their heavy breathing and soft moans filled the room. Keily tucked her face into the curve of his neck to help muffle the sound of her pleasure.
Tinker felt her pussy begin to quake. He knew she was getting close. So, wrapping an arm underneath her, he shifted his weight and brought Keily to the top. He wanted to watch her come. He wanted to see her take pleasure from him being inside of her.
“Ride me, baby,” he encouraged.
She pressed her palms against his chest and began to move up and down his length. Her ass bounced against him. She rolled her hips as she took him deeper.
Faster.
Harder.
Then her pussy clamped down on him. Squeezing. Massaging his cock. Keily’s back arched as she slammed down on top of him, impaling herself completely on his shaft as her orgasm rocketed through her.
Tinker’s balls throbbed as the last shiver vibrated through Keily’s vag. He lifted her from his lap, and as she kneeled on the bed beside him with her mouth open and tongue ready, Tinker didn’t think twice. He stood, aimed, and jerked his cock until he shot come into her mouth.
Keily’s hand reached for him. Her mouth wrapped around the head of his dick causing it to twitch. She jerked every bit of come into her mouth, then swallowed.
“Fuck,” he groaned; that was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Mmm,” she said, smiling up at him.
“Damn you, woman,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
He dropped to his knees, then fell over, pulling her down with him. She rested her head on his chest, her hand on his stomach. She fit nicely against his side, and as they laid there, in the silence of the night with only the crackle of the fire, Tinker realized that Keily had the power to ruin him.
In more ways than one…
Chapter Thirty-One
Keily
She woke in the middle of the night. The sound of the phone ringing pulled her from her restful sleep. “Tinker,” she groaned, shaking him. “Your phone.”
“Shit,” he groaned, leaning over the side of the bed.
The sound stopped, only to resume a moment later.
Tinker finally found it and held it up to read the display. Keily glanced over and read it, too. It was Sledge.
“Fuck,” Tinker cursed. He swiped the green button and connected the call. “Hey,” he said sleepily.
Keily’s stomach turned.
Whatever it was, she knew it was bad. Sledge wouldn’t call in the middle of the night if it weren’t. However, when Tinker sat up straight in the bed, fully awake, and asked, “How long do we have?” Keily knew she was right. It was definitely bad.
She sat up, following his lead.
Tinker climbed out of the bed an
d grabbed his jeans, slipping them on while he continued to listen to Sledge talk. Keily wished she could hear the conversation.
Nerves had her stomach flip-flopping to the point that she felt sick.
“Alight,” Tinker said into the phone. “Okay. Thanks. Will do.”
He hung up the phone and turned toward her. “Get dressed.”
Keily hopped off the bed and without asking questions, she did as she was told. Tinker rushed around the room, grabbing their bags and carrying them out to the truck. But then he didn’t come back.
Minutes seemed to tick by. Five. Ten. Twenty… And still no Tinker.
Her anxiety morphed into fear. What if Williams had found them? What if that’s why Sledge had called, to warn them? What if it had been too late? If Tinker had been hurt, or worse, because of her, Keily didn’t think she would be able to handle it.
Keily looked out the small window of the cabin, searching for him, but still, she didn’t see him anywhere. She tried turned her head this way and that, but the view was limited.
Twenty minutes quickly turned into an hour. Keily had already changed and fed Emily who was now doing tummy time on the floor. She was just about to open the door and step outside when it opened, and he walked back through.
“Where did you go?” she asked, scared.
“I’m sorry.” Tinker walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What did you think would happen?” She slapped his chest. “Sledge calls, you go all Rambo and crap, then disappear on me.”
“Sorry, sweetness,” he said again. “Just switched into work mode.”
“What’s going on?” she asked.
But Tinker just shook his head.
“Don’t shut me out,” she told him, pulling away slightly. “Tell me.”
“We have to go,” he said, still not answering her question.
“Why?” Keily was getting annoyed.
Tinker pulled away from her and walked over to where Emily was lying on the floor and picked her up, before returning to Keily’s side. “Let’s go,” he said.
She didn’t say anything else as he led them out of the cabin and back to the truck. She climbed in and closed the door as he put Emily in her car seat, buckled her in safely, and then snapped the seat into its base. Even when he got behind the wheel and started the truck, Keily remained silent.
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