Page 7 of You are the Reason

Tanner

I wish I knew what she was thinking. What was running through her mind as the tears silently fell down her cheeks. Taking her hands in mine I pull her up so she is straddling my lap. Her hair falls across her face and before she can fix it I tuck the long dark strands behind her ear, giving me a clear view of her eyes. Eyes that I could drown myself in, they are more amber than hazel, almost the colour of the whisky I pulled down from the shelf last night. The colour begins to deepen along with her breathing, her eyes almost golden now.

She blinks a few times before parting her lips to speak. “Help me forget,” she whispers. I want to ask her what she needs to forget, to be able to understand what makes her tick. But when an addict is offered a hit, he takes it.

Kinsley and I have been sleeping together for roughly six months now, in these moments I know exactly what she needs and what her body responds to. Today has shown me that she uses sex as a way to escape her mind, I didn’t realise it until now and I’m not judging her. What this girl doesn’t know is that I will do anything to make her mine. Since the beginning I’ve been following her lead, staying at arm’s length, except I’m getting impatient.

“Undress yourself, then lay down on your back,” I instruct her as I pick up my jeans and I thread my belt out of them. “Now place your hands above your head.” Once she is in position I tie her wrists to the bed frame. She wriggles her arms, testing the belt. The position she is in pushes her chest out and I watch her nipples go hard as the leather of my belt pinches her wrists.

“Too tight?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “I need you to use your words Kins, is it too tight?”

“No,” she pants and her heavy eyes meet mine. I wouldn’t loosen them even if she had said yes, she needs someone to take control to allow her to let go of whatever is trying to overrun her mind.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down before soothing the sting with my tongue. Her hips buck upwards begging for attention, but I like it when she uses her words and begs me herself, it doesn’t normally take too long. Moving to the other breast I repeat the action and she lets out a breathy moan.

I’m sitting on my knees in between her legs and it’s taking all my willpower not to throw them over my shoulders and fuck her with my mouth; she tastes so sweet. “Let’s see how wet you are.” She opens her legs wider so I have a clear view. I hum, “You’re not just wet, you are soaked for me.”

“Please Tanner,” she begs.

“Please what?” I taunt her, I love it when she’s needy but she’s still learning to use her words. Kinsley was shy in all aspects when we first met, especially when it came to sex. But like I said, she’s learning.

“I need to come,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

“Good girl, it’s not that hard to ask for what you need is it?”

Her cheeks flush that perfect rosy colour as I throw her legs over my shoulders and get to work, this isn’t about me. Right now it’s all abouther.

Chapter Five

Kinsley

My feet are back on solid ground, but the vibrations from the motorbike’s engine continue to buzz throughout my body. I take my helmet off, shaking my hair loose and a goofy smile stretches across my face. Having my arms wrapped around Tanner’s waist as we fly down city streets places me on cloud nine.

After I begged him to take my mind off of everything yesterday, he refused to leave me alone. He fixed us something for dinner and stayed the night. I’m not complaining, but I won’t lie, I am freaking out. I don’tdorelationships and Tanner doesn’tdothe sweet boyfriend thing.

He takes his helmet off and runs his hand through his dark hair. I love the messiness of it after he’s been riding. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him before kissing me briefly. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” He smirks and I laugh.

“I won’t do anything that you wouldn’t do,” I tell him, passing him my helmet.

He shakes his head. “How are you getting home?”

“I’ll grab a ride with one of the girls.” I cross my arms, attempting to stand my ground. “Go on, get out of here.” With that, Tanner puts his helmet back on and tucks the spare into the side basket. As I walk towards Twisted Sister his bike engine roars to life.

I walk in the back entrance and straight into the office. Only Jesse and Becky — the manager I hired — know that I own Twisted Sister. I still work here and take shifts like everyone else, but the less people know about me the better. I’m leaning over the desk, catching up on everything I’ve missed this week when Becky walks in.

“Who’s the hottie with the bike?” she asks, sitting up on the desk beside where I’m working.

I keep my eyes glued on the paperwork in front of me, I was hoping the music had drowned out the noise and no one had noticed Tanner dropping me off. Even though we have been whatever we are for the past six months or so, we have never been in public together. There is no denying something has shifted between us, over the last twenty-four hours.

Sensing that I’m not going to respond she continues, “I saw you guys on the camera; I was in here when you pulled up.” I sigh and meet her inquisitive eyes. “Holy shit,” she gasps, with the biggest smile on her face. “We like him don’t we?”

I bend over flicking my hair down so I can chuck it up in a high ponytail. I have no idea how she does it, but this girl can read people. Meeting her eyes again with a little wink I say, “There is nowein this situation, Becky, now let’s get out there.”

I send off a quick text to Jesse, knowing he will be silently going into protective panic mode because I haven’t reached out since he dropped me home Tuesday night, then toss my phone onto the desk.

Thursday nights tend to draw an early rush before it settles, but I enjoy the fast-paced environment. Brad is pouring drinks behind the bar and Becky, Sarah and I wait tables. Two hours tick past easily and the happy hour crowd filters out, leaving some girls on the dance floor and a few scattered tables.

“Kins, can you take the new table over in the lounge for me?” Becky shouts over the music.

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