Replace Me (Kin #2)(7)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I closed my eyes and pictured what her tongue was doing while I continued to pound into her. Leesa sat up and massaged Amber’s head as she looked right at me. “Smack her ass, Shayne.” She bit her lip. “Make it hurt!”

I smacked her friend’s ass and heard her moan.

“Again. Fucking smack her!”

I smacked her ass again, this time trying my hardest to keep from exploding inside of this girl, but it was too difficult. With one last smack I leaned into her and let myself go. It felt too good to be able to control it any longer.

When I finally was able to pull out of her, she flipped around and started rubbing her pu**y, while laying in Leesa’s lap. She licked her lips and laughed. “Mmm, that was a good start, but we have much more to do before we’re finished with you.”

When I dove down between her legs, nothing else was on my mind. I was too caught up to care about anything or anyone. It was fantastic.

Lacey

So what, if I was riding on the back of a motorcycle with one of the biggest jerks I’d ever met. What I needed was to do something ridiculously insane to get my mind off of losing Shayne. Thinking about him, especially when I was supposed to be sleeping, was starting to affect my sense of self. I wanted to feel alive again and not dwell on the fact that I’d wasted my time and energy on a relationship that meant nothing to him.

I needed to feel free, like my old self again.

Then I met him; this man that was so bad, in all the right places.

Joey wasn’t my type. He was a badass, who thought he was hot shit. I’ll give it to him for having good looks. If you could overlook his rude comments and conceitedness, you’d only see how genuinely gorgeous the man was. He didn’t have a single flaw that I could find about him physically. As much as I hated the man, I still wondered how sexy he was under that shirt he was wearing.

Climbing on the back of the bike wasn’t the hard part. When my arms wrapped around his waist, I could feel heat coming off of him. We made it to the stop sign before I leaned my head against his back and closed my eyes. This was my first time on a motorcycle and as much as it frightened me, it also excited me. I was doing something so dangerous and I loved it.

We drove for a while, not having to say a single word to one another. The air was brisk albeit the heat of our close bodies kept me comfortable. After a while, we stopped at a gas station and he hopped off, leaving me straddling the seat. “You want somethin’ to drink?” he asked.

“A water would be nice.” I smiled, but feared having to hold a full conversation with the man. As much as I was enjoying the distraction, I knew I wanted nothing personal with the guy. Bad boys were no longer on my radar. If I wanted to change my life and find happiness, I needed to be with someone that shared in my beliefs. Not every woman could be as lucky as Sky and get rescued by the man of our dreams, like Ford had done for her.

This was my call and I knew that taking this ride was going to be my first step at moving forward.

Joey came out with two bottles of water and twisted mine open before handing it to me. “You havin’ fun?”

I didn’t want to admit it to him, since he thought he knew everything already. “It’s alright.”

He smiled and took another drink. “Yeah, you keep tellin’ yourself that when I know you’re goin’ to be thinkin’ about me later.”

I cocked an eyebrow and moved the bottle away from my lips. He irked me so much that I wanted to toss the whole thing toward him. “Do you always act like this?”

“Like what?” he chuckled.

“Like you can have anything you want.”

He shook his head and kept smiling. “Woman, I can have whatever I want, because I don’t stop until it’s mine. Most people don’t have a set of these to push them along.” He grabbed his crotch, like his testicles had magical powers, or something.

I pointed towards that area. “You think they give you the ability to be a dick and still get play? You’ve got to be joking. The only thing I can see coming out of that is a low kick to that precious area of yours.”

Joey walked over and got close as he reached behind me and put the helmet back on my head. When our eyes met, he smiled, displaying his bright white teeth. “It’s goin’ to happen.”

“Fat chance,” I said as he climbed on the bike in front of me.

When he started the motor I knew he was done talking. It was just enough conversation to have me stewing the rest of the ride home. He was so arrogant that I wondered how anyone could give him the time of day. I’d never met someone like him and I hated it. Part of me wondered if it was all some game he was playing with my head. At any rate, he’d succeeded to get me all roiled up.

When we arrived back at the apartment, he waited for me to climb off of the bike first. He turned off the ignition and followed behind me. Knowing that he had no furniture in his place, I wondered what he was doing. “Are you planning on sleeping on the floor?”

Joey turned me around to face him. He caught me off guard and my hands went slamming into his chest. As I looked up in his eyes, I could sense his intent. His breath was on my face and I was certain that he was going to lean over and try to kiss me. While preparing my hands to react to his boldness, Joey leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for the company. See you around, gorgeous.” He turned and walked back down the sidewalk, applying his helmet before he started his bike and pulled away. He didn’t wave or wait for me to respond. He just left.

Once inside the finally quiet house, I climbed into the guest bed and stared at the dark ceiling. My heart was still beating fast from the excitement of the ride and I couldn’t stop thinking about his tender thank you when it came to an end. It made no sense and seemed out of character, but it was sweet aside from who was giving it to me. I reached up and touched the place where he’d kissed my skin. I got chills when I pictured his lips touching me. As difficult as it was, I finally fell asleep. For the first night in a long time, Shayne wasn’t what was on my mind.

Chapter 5

Shayne

After hours of sober euphoria, I was passed out with two fine ladies in my arms. My fantasy had been fulfilled and as much as I thought I’d feel better about being single, I actually felt worse. In fact, I felt so guilty and I couldn’t understand why. After much consideration and an emotional fight with my own conscience, I climbed out of bed, leaving the two naked girls, and gathered up my clothes.

What should have been something that I wanted to gloat about had turned into something that I didn’t want to admit to doing. By the time I made it back to the hotel room, the sun was starting to come up. Thankfully, my sister was wrapped in the covers of her bed, sound asleep. I plopped down, still in my clothes, on the other bed and put a pillow over my face.