Hurricane

H e knew that he was sending Tina mixed signals, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. He liked her, and God help him, he wanted her. But that would have to wait until after dinner because he wanted to do this the right way. He didn't want to fuck things up with Tina because that would hurt Chasity, and the kid was really starting to grow on him. He would need to tread carefully if he didn't want to fuck up everything that he had put in place to help the kid.

When she asked if she could go over to Wren and Yonker's place, to babysit for them, he wanted to tell her no, but then thought better of it. If she was away for the evening, he'd be able to talk to Tina without snarky, teen remarks, and that might be better for the both of them. He knew that Chasity was trying to avoid her aunt, but he couldn't blame her. Everything was so complicated and new that she probably just needed a few minutes to catch her breath.

They had spent the afternoon unpacking her stuff and getting Chasity settled. Well—she unpacked, and he followed orders about where she wanted stuff. It felt right having her in his home, as though it was something that was meant to be. He had always imagined his home filled with kids and laughter—but especially love. The love loss that Chasity had for her aunt wasn't going to help fulfill his wishes, but he was sure that if he put his mind to it, he'd be able to figure the teen out. How hard could it be?

"I hope you like chicken," said, holding out the chair for Tina. She sat down and nodded as he grabbed the food from the stove.

"I love chicken," she admitted. "I guess that's the first thing you know about me now."

shook his head, "No, I think that I know a bit more about you than your meat preferences. I mean, you love your niece, and you are trying to honor your brother's last wishes. That makes you a pretty good person in my book."

She shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal. "She needs me and besides, it's what anyone would do for family," she insisted.

"Not everyone," he grumbled. "I came from a pretty great family, and I'm sure that they would have done anything for me, like you're doing for your family, Tina. But I was an asshole teen that didn't appreciate them. I still feel bad about the way that I treated my parents—although, they'll tell you that it wasn't a big deal, it was. My behavior almost tore my whole family apart. That's a story for another time though." He handed her the plate of chicken, and she took some, thanking him and handing it back. Everything felt so civilized, he wondered if that was the way Tina liked things. She looked a bit nervous and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Is this okay?" he asked from across the table.

"Is what okay?" she asked.

"You know, a formal dinner and all of that. I usually don't even use this table, but I'm trying to impress you." Admitting that out loud might have Tina running for the hills, but he didn't care. Before the night was over, he planned on admitting so much more to her, and he was pretty sure that every bit of it would make her blush again.

"You're trying to impress me?" she asked.

"Yeah, I like you, Tina," he admitted.

"Thank you," she whispered. He chuckled and reached across the table to cover her hand with his own.

"I was hoping that you like me too," he breathed.

"Um, I do," she squeaked. God, he found everything about her sexy as fuck. "I'm just not sure if you mean what I think that you meant," she whispered.

"What do you think that I meant, Tina?" he asked.

"How about you tell me what you meant, and I'll tell you if that's what I thought?" she asked. knew that he was fucking up their whole evening, jumping to the part that he wanted the most from her, but there would be plenty of dinners and time to talk later. Right now, he wanted Tina to be sure of what he was asking her for.

He stood and rounded the table, pulling her up from her seat. "This is what I meant by telling you that I like you, Tina," he said. He pulled her into his arms and sealed his mouth over hers. She tasted like sunshine and the wine that they were drinking, and God, he wanted more of her.

broke their kiss, leaving them both panting, and she smiled up at him. "I was hoping that was what you meant," she breathed.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I do this then," he said, running his hands down her body to grab handfuls of her luscious ass. Tina wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

"I don't mind it at all," she whispered against his lips.

"I wanted you as soon as you walked into the diner, pissed as hell at me, and sassy enough to set me on fire," he admitted.

"I'm not sassy," she insisted.

He smiled and pulled her up into his arms. "Sassy," he breathed. "Tell me that you're okay with what's going to come next, honey," he said. knew that they had only just met, but there was something about Tina that made him feel as though he had known her all his life.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as he headed up his stairs to the second floor.

"My bedroom and this is the part where you have to tell me if you're okay with this or not, Tina," he said. "If this is all moving too fast for you, let me know and we can go back down to the kitchen and eat dinner." He stood outside his closed bedroom door and waited for her to answer. He meant what he said—if she didn't want what he was offering, he'd take her back downstairs, but he hoped that they were on the same page.

Tina framed his face with her soft hands and smiled at him, taking away the breath that he didn't know that he was holding. "I want this, ," she admitted. "I want you too. It's why I thought about not coming here tonight. I didn't want to screw things up with Chasity any more than they already are. I don't want her to know that this is going on between the two of us."

"Well, nothing has happened yet, but I can keep a secret if you need me to, honey," he agreed. He'd promise her just about any damn thing that she wanted as long as she agreed to be his.

"Then, we have about three hours before she comes home. What will you do with me?" she asked. He loved the way that she teased him without knowing that she was. "Sorry," she said after he chuckled. "I'm not very good at any of this. I don't have a lot of experience with men," she admitted.

He started into the room and stopped in place when he realized what she had just said. "But you do have experience—you know, with men, right?"

She giggled, "If you're asking if I'm a virgin, I'm not. But I haven't had very much success with the opposite sex."

"I know that you think that I should be upset about that, honey, but I'm actually happy to hear it. I don't need you to have been with other men. I just want you in my bed." He laid her on his bed and looked her over. She was right—they only had three hours, and he wasn't sure how he wanted to spend it, but he was sure of one thing—he wanted to pass the time hearing her scream out his name as many times as possible.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yep," admitted, "I'm just trying to figure out what I'd like to do first to you, honey."

"I think that I might be able to help with that," she offered. He watched as Tina sat up on the bed and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. He silently watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slipping both of her hands in to find his erection.

"You're big," she gasped. He moaned as she stroked his shaft. He needed more from her, but he wanted to give her time to do what she wanted. He loved that she was taking the lead and couldn't wait to see what she had planned next.

She let go of his cock and he moaned, making her giggle. "Just be patient," she ordered as she sunk to her knees, tugging his jeans down his thighs. When Tina licked her lips, he nearly lost his load and knew that he wasn't going to last long if he let her have her way.

Tina sucked him into her warm mouth and to the back of her throat. "Jesus," he said, his voice hoarse. She giggled around his shaft, and he knew that she was playing with him. He'd let her have a little bit more fun before he took back control from her because honestly, what she was doing to him felt so fucking good.

She worked him in and out of her skilled mouth as he grabbed handfuls of her long, dark hair, pulling it back from her face so that he could see exactly what she was doing to him. And when he was about to come, he pulled free from her lips, leaving her pouting on the floor.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, jutting out her bottom lip.

"Because when I come, I want to be deep inside of you, honey," he admitted. "Are you good with that?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed. He helped her up from the floor and started stripping her out of her clothes.

"You are so fucking sexy," he admitted. She gifted him with a shy, sexy smile as he laid her back on his bed. "This will be fast, honey, but then, I plan on taking the next two and a half hours to make you scream out my name, you good with that?" he asked.

"I am," she whispered. He hovered over her body and when she wrapped her legs around him, he took that as his invitation to take what he wanted from her.

lined up the head of his cock with her drenched opening and when she pulled him down for a kiss, he slid into her body. God, he loved the breathy little sighs and moans that she gave him.

"I need you with me, baby," he whispered as he snaked his hand down between where their bodies were joined and stroked her clit with his thumb. Within minutes, Tina was crying out his name, just as he wanted, and quickly followed her over, collapsing on top of her.

"Am I crushing you?" he breathed.

"Yeah," she said, wrapping her arms and legs around his body, "but, in a good way." He chuckled and rolled to the side, taking her along with him. They lay like that for what felt like an eternity, looking into each other's eyes. knew that it was impossible, but every time she smiled at him, and every time she looked at him the way that she was, he thought he could see his whole future—and for the first time in a long time, it looked promising.