Restore Me (Book 2.5 Kin Series)

  Restore Me

  Book 2.5

  The Kin Series

  Joey’s POV

  Written By: Jennifer Foor

  Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Foor

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover Art By : Wicked Cool Designs – Robin Harper

  Photography: BigStock

  This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This book is not allowed to be offered for sale, discounted, or free on any sites other than Kobo, IBook’s, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. This book may only be distributed by Jennifer Foor, the owner and Author of this series.

  Check out the other books by Jennifer Foor

  (Contemporary Romance)

  Letting Go - A Mitchell Family Series Book One

  Folding Hearts – A Mitchell Family Series Book Two

  Raging Love – A Mitchell Family Series Book Three

  Risking Fate – A Mitchell Family Series Book Four

  Wrapping Up – A Mitchell Family Series Novella 4.5

  Wanting More – A Mitchell Series Book Five

  Saving Us – A Mitchell Family Series Book Six

  Blinding Trust – A Mitchell Family Series Book Seven

  Losing Him – A Mitchell Family Series Book Eight

  Hope’s Chance (Contemporary Romance)

  The Somnian Series (YA Paranormal)

  Books 1-5

  Hustle Me (A Bank Shot Romance)

  Hustle Him (A Bank Shot Romance)

  Diary of a Male Maid

  Twinsequences

  Gray Love (Contemporary Romance)

  Repair Me ( Cont. Erotica)

  Replace Me (Cont. Erotic)

  Reject Me (Coming February 2014) Jamey and Peyton

  Remember Me (Coming April 2014) Shayne and Ashley

  Love’s Suicide (Contemporary Romance stand alone) March 2014

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  Thanks to my kick-ass street team, Foor Players. You all rock!

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  Thank you to my new street team, Foor Players.

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  Everyone who has made this series the success that it is. I am forever grateful. Thanks to my family and my faith. With them, all things are possible.

  Chapter 1

  “Dude, did you see that piece of ass that just walked in with Shayne? Damn. How does someone like him get all that pussy?”

  My brother had come back from waiting tables at my mother’s diner to talk about a chick. It wasn’t anything out of the norm, considering he did it every single time we worked together. Usually, it was a girl that was so young I’d go to jail for just checking her out.

  To make his little ass shut up, I looked through the slim opening and scanned the tables for Shayne.

  He wasn’t related to us, but was to our cousin Ford, on his mother’s side. Ford, my cousin, and Shayne were close until he’d kept a lie that cost them their friendship. Still, their relationship was always better than ours, seeing that Ford and I did nothing but compete with each other since the day we were born.

  I spotted Shayne and the girl sitting across from him. She was blonde, had her hair back in a ponytail, and was all smiles. I’d never been interested in having relationships, other than the kind that last a couple hours and require no clothes, albeit I wasn’t the only guy around that lived that way. I knew for a fact that Shayne got around and he wasn’t the type of guy to keep it a secret.

  My brother Jamey nudged me again. “You see her?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, “she’s cute.”

  “I’d hit that shit, for sure.” He said while still staring at her.

  I rang the bell and sat an order up for my mother to serve. “Bro, she’s out of your league. Not only is she clearly older than you, but also she’s with Shayne. Her pussy is probably all used up.”

  “Dude, I’d cover my shit up. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t hit that shit. Wait until she stands up and you see her ass.”

  I pretended to ignore him, hoping he’d walk away and let me do my job. Helping my mom out was getting old, especially since I’d landed a great position at the Country Club.

  Finally, my brother Jamey walked away. Not that it mattered, because my shift was officially over when I saw my relief putting on his apron. I filled my last order, rang the bell and nodded as we passed by each other.

  Since he’d been working for my mom for years, me being there and being a certified chef seemed to rub him the wrong way, like I was going to take his job or something. He didn’t get that I had bigger plans than to run my mother’s little diner for the rest of my life. I’d saved up since I’d been working, helped my mom pay for my school and invested the rest to someday open my own restaurant, where I could build a unique menu that I’d created.

  I kept my baseball cap and apron on as I headed to the bathroom. I usually kept clean clothes in a plastic bag, so I didn’t have to smell like bacon when I left work. When I was almost to the door of the restroom, she was headed my way, the girl with the perfect ass.

  My brother had been right. I gave her a nod and checked out every inch as she walked past me, smelling like candy and fresh shampoo. Most men wouldn’t notice certain smells, but after being trained in
taste and smell, I enjoyed it. I closed my eyes and took in her lingering scent before leaving the area.

  By the time I’d changed, she and Shayne had left. I saw them pulling out of the parking lot. The sight of her was memorized as I said my goodbyes and headed to the gym, where a workout was the last thing on my mind.

  I'd been going to this same gym for a couple of months, especially after I discovered that my new personal trainer had a few noticeable tricks up her sleeve. Sure, she was professional at first, but it didn't take long for me to get my hands in that honey pot.

  Porsche Roth wasn't ever considered low class. Her parents owned a chain of fitness centers. After gaining a bachelor's in medical science, she fell back to being both a trainer and nutritionist. Her love for health granted her a body without flaws and her drive for success made for a kickass time in the bedroom, not that we'd ever actually made it to a bed.

  Just one look from Porsche and we were ducking in corners to find a place to fuck. My motives were clear and outside of our little game, nothing was ever expected. That's how I wanted it. Still, I'd often find myself craving her pussy, and wanting to fill her with my fat cock.

  This trip was like all the others before it. Working out and getting all sweaty was her foreplay. The brunette knew how to push my buttons and rowel me up. Her blue eyes stalked me while she pretended to be interested in my routine. Every flex of my muscles turned her on and I knew if I wanted to, I could fuck her in a room full of people. Hell, she'd probably get off on it and so would I. Sex was, and always would be, a game to me.

  I needed it to get by, but the pleasure and satisfaction derived from it was more than enough to never want any type of monogamous commitment. Why would anyone want that, when they could have whatever they desired without a relationship?

  I'd been working on my biceps for a few sets before she straddled the bench directly in front of me. "I dreamed about you last night." I kept curling the dumb bell.

  "Were we naked?"

  She gave me an ornery smile while dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. "Why don't you meet me in the ladies room sauna and I'll tell you all about it?"

  I sat down the weights and wiped the sweat away from my eyes. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

  She leaned in close to my ear, preventing others that were walking by to hear us. "I don't just know what I want. I get to have it, too." Abruptly, she turned and started heading toward the female locker room.

  Perhaps I should have waited, or made sure I wasn't walking in on anyone, not that I’d ever be against seeing a beautiful woman naked. The more the merrier. A beautiful woman should be proud of what she has to offer. Women were put on this planet to mate with us men. Their bodies were created to entice and satiate us. I was grateful and eager to sample whenever the offer was made.

  Of course, I'd become picky, selecting the finest for my little circle of "friends". These selected women knew what they were there for and they knew when the fun was over that I'd get up and leave. They expected nothing else, but to be satisfied.

  I found Porsche in the sauna. She was adding more rocks and water to get it steamy. After I'd entered, I locked the door and began pulling off my shirt. She looked right into my eyes as she removed my shorts and freed my already hardening cock. I watched her tongue sliding across her lips when she saw it there and pushed me down on the wooden bench to sit.

  I kept my focus on the way her increasing sweat made her skin glow in the dim light. She ran her hands over her exposed abdomen and her fingers underneath her sports bra, pushing it over her silver-dollar nipples. They were already hard, waiting to be sucked on, but she still had her bottoms to take off and I wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere else. She bent over sticking that ass right in my face as her tight shorts shimmied down her legs. Her pretty pink pussy was there, already begging for attention. I waited until she'd kicked off her shorts to pull her into my body. Her sweaty ass slapped against my thighs as I reached around and cupped both of her breasts. My fingers glided over her nipples, making sure they were hard and suckable.

  "Climb up on that ledge, spread those legs and stick up that ass so I can fuck you." It wasn't a request.

  She knew what we were doing. Porsche did as she was told. I watched her walk over to the ledge seat and get on her knees facing the wall. Her supple ass stuck up in the air, begging for attention. My dick was hard, throbbing and ready to go. Like every time, I reached down in my shorts and pulled out a rubber. I liked pussy as much as any other man, but never enough to allow myself to catch something from it. It was one of my NAN rules.

  No strings.

  Always protected.

  No feelings...ever!

  I lived by those rules; the ones that allowed me to live vicariously. I enjoyed everyday and did what I wanted. I answered to no one and that's how I intended to keep things. Screw relationships and all the drama that came with them. To me, they were a waste of precious time.

  With my dick wrapped, I positioned myself behind Porsche and grabbed both of her ass cheeks. She moaned as I ran my hands up and down her sweaty skin. I leaned forward more, lapping up the taste of her salty back. Sweat rolled down my face and had begun to burn my eyes. I closed them as my cock found its natural way to her pussy.

  There was no need for foreplay, not when all she wanted was to be fucked. I drove inside of her, noticing how wet she was already. She cried out more as I continued pounding her, each time harder than the last. Her skin was so slippery but I managed to hold onto her shoulders.

  I closed my eyes to alleviate the burning and one thing popped into my mind as I felt myself starting to cum. I thought of that chick at the diner; the one with Shayne that had the fine ass. I filled the rubber with my load as I envisioned fucking Shayne’s girlfriend. When I opened my eyes I knew I was back in the sweatbox with Porsche, but she wasn't the woman who'd just made me blow my load so quickly. It was the blonde from the diner; the one girl I'd probably never get to fuck. Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, imagining Porsche as her.

  The sauna had become irritably hot and the only thing I wanted to do was open the door and breathe in the fresh, cool air. Porsche didn’t like that I was grabbing my clothes. “What’s the matter, baby? You can’t take a little heat?”

  I kissed her on the cheek, realizing that we’d never even kissed on the mouth this whole experience. She held my head still by holding a chunk of my hair. Her wet tongue drug over my lips and she moaned. “I need to get home and take a shower. I’ll see you in a couple days.”

  She leaned back against the bench and smiled, while running one of her hands between her naked tits. “You know where to find me.”

  I gave her a nod before walking out.

  The brisk air hit me right away, alleviating the throbbing that had been taking place in my head. I finished dressing and headed out, eager to feel a nice shower over my tired body.

  The thing was, as I climbed on my motorcycle and even began driving, I thought about that pretty blonde. If I were ever given the chance, I’d show her what it was like to be with a real man. I wouldn’t even have to lie about my intentions. She’d known right away what I wanted and that it was going to blow her mind.

  Chapter 2

  As the months went by, I stuck to my normal schedule. Some would call it redundant, but I had other ways of describing it. Aside from my bouts with Porsche, each Wednesday was my weekly massage. Candace, my personal masseuse knew exactly how to rub me down. It didn’t hurt that she did it from her house and in the nude.

  I pulled in her driveway and popped in a mint before walking to her front door. After two knocks, I walked in and headed toward the back. The dim lit room was always the same, smelling of fruit and set up for my arrival. I could hear her in the bathroom, so I decided to get comfortable on the table and wait.

  “I’ll be out in a minute,” She called.

  “I’ll be here waitin’.” I took off my jacket and then the rest of my clothes and climbed on the massage tab
le.

  We always started with me lying on my stomach and when she came out, I was already positioned and comfortable. She wasted no time, touching my back. I could feel her tits brushing my skin as she moved. “You feel tense.”

  “I’m sure you can make it all better.”

  She let out a little laugh, but kept rubbing me in all the right spots. “I aim to please, Joey.”

  She worked her magic on all of my sore muscles across my back. Aside from the extras she offered me, she really did know how to make my back feel better. I didn’t know if I was the only man she gave special treatments to. It wasn’t like I ever paid for them. She’d made the first move and I didn’t resist.

  I never would.

  “How was your week?” She asked as she got down to my ass.

  “Same as always. I’m thinkin’ about gettin’ my own place.”

  I’d gone to high school with Candace, so I knew she’d get a kick of me finally moving away from my mother.

  “Seriously? I never thought I’d see that day. If your momma had it her way, she’d keep you home forever.”

  “Nah. She ain’t that bad. She knew all along that I was waitin’ to be in a good position.”

  Candace squeezed my ass, massaging the gluts with her thumbs. “So does that mean I could come to you?”

  I turned over and let her see how hard I was already becoming. She was wearing the thinnest robe, hung open with nothing underneath. “If you came to my place, you wouldn’t have to work. We could skip this foreplay and just fuck. I know that’s what you want.”

  I could see it in her brown eyes that she liked the idea. “So what if it is? You know you never complain.” She twirled her blonde hair around and sucked on her bottom lip, looking down at my cock the whole time. “You’d still need a weekly session.”

  “That could be arranged.” I grabbed her with my right hand and pulled her close to me, so I could run my hands up and play with her tits. She ran her hands down my abdomen and leaned over to kiss me. When she had a hand full of me, I leaned up and kissed her. She began to pull away, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her back down for another kiss. “I wasn’t done.”