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Kayla
"Where are you going Tí hon?"
I freeze, and groan internally, my hand so close to the door leading to the garage.
To my freedom.
"I'm spending the weekend with Brianna Mama, remember?" I try to say casually, turning around.
My mother Linh walks over to me, her long dark hair pinned up perfectly away from her gorgeous face. My mother is, quiet literally, a Vietnamese Supermodel.
Well, she was until she got pregnant with me, and then married my father. She was only twenty at the the time, and had only been in America for six months, working various modeling gigs when they met each other.
She never lets me forget how skinny she was before she had me, as if I asked to be born.
And as if she still isn't only a size 4.
And yet she calls me "Tí Hon". Tiny one.
She narrows her eyes at me, and folds her arms over her chest effortlessly despite the wine glass she's holding. "tôi không nhớ điều đó,"
I don't remember that. She responds doubtfully.
I slump my shoulders. This is exactly why I didn't want to come home for the Summer. I'm almost twenty-one and I still get the third degree to leave my parents house. I miss my dorm already. Just twenty minutes from here, and I have a whole different set of rules.
"Well we talked about it." I continue, opening the door to the garage, and hoisting my bag up higher on my shoulder. She nods slowly. "Fine. We will see you tomorrow night. Don't forget it's the Football banquet," she says turning on her heel, and clicking her way back down the hallway.
I breathe a sigh of relief, and run in to the garage, getting in my car and leaving as fast as I can.
I turn off of the freeway, and head to a pretty tree lined neighborhood, closer to the city. I pull in to the driveway, where two motorcycles and a giant truck sit, and I smile. The sense of freedom I have whenever I come here makes my heart sing.
I ring the bell, and moments later, a tall, shirtless, tattooed man opens the door and nods down at me. I smile brightly up at him. "Hey Braxton!" I say. The corner of his mouth tips up, "Hey cheer, come on in." He says moving to let me inside.
"He's in the shower, in his room. You can go up and wait for him," he says walking back towards his office. I head up the stairs walking down the long hallway until I reach the right room, and open the door.
The room is perfectly clean, as always, and I set my bag down on the bed, and head to the bathroom. I open the door and warm steam greets me, filling the room around me as I look towards the running shower.
Knight is standing there with the spray falling down around him, in all of his naked glory. Perfect abs, strong arms, 6'2 inches of perfection. I feel myself get wet just watching him, knowing what his body is capable of doing to me.
Unlike his brother Braxton, Knight only has one tattoo running down his side.
Kayla
He wipes his face, and finally sees me. His lips grow in to a wicked smile. "Come here love," he calls over to me. I quickly peel off my clothes, and make my way over to him. My pussy already growing slick with anticipation.
He takes my hand helping me inside and his lips are on me before he even closes the glass door. He groans in to my mouth pressing me against the wall, and I climb up him until he holds me by the ass so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
"You been taking your pills love?" He asks with his mouth against mine, already running his hard dick through my folds. I kiss his lips. "If I'm not, are you going to stop?" I whisper. His blue eyes flash with lust, and he thrusts in to me hard.
Our banter is all just a game.
He knows I'm on them, even though he tells me not to take them.
Even though he wants to tie me to him in every possible way.
Even though we aren't even supposed to be dating each other, much less fucking like rabbits.
"No love, I'm not going to stop. Not ever," he says pounding against me. He reaches down and bites my neck, and I get lost in him.
Like I always do.
