Kinda Don't Care

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I pulled open the door to the cafeteria once we’d arrived and held it open for all three.

  Janie went first, Scout second, and Rebel trailed in last.

  Since Rebel lagged behind, I tugged her close like I’d done Scout moments before.

  Seemed as if three out of four Allen women were not handling this very well. It was hard to see their patriarch go down when they were used to him being formidable.

  Janie looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.

  Seemed as if she was loving this forced family time, and secretly, I was, too.

  I wanted to get to know them.

  I hadn’t under these circumstances, of course, but I wouldn’t complain. Not when I’d wanted this for what felt like a lifetime.

  I wanted Janie in my life, and Janie came with her family.

  Therefore, I’d take everything that I could get.

  We got up to the counter where the food was, and each girl ordered dessert first.

  “I’ll have two chocolate chip cookies,” Scout said.

  “I want a slice of that cheesecake right there,” Rebel pointed at it.

  “And I’d like a piece of that fudge cake you have,” Janie pointed as well.

  I burst out laughing, and all three of them looked at me with confusion.

  “What?” Janie asked, confusion written all over her face.

  My lip twitched as another laugh threatened to break free.

  “Nothing.” I shook my head. “Y’all are just a lot alike. It surprised me, that’s all.”

  Janie pursed her lips but didn’t comment.

  “Are y’all only having dessert or are you actually eating a meal?” I questioned.

  Each of them ordered a burger and fries, then all three saturated the burgers they received with so much ketchup I wasn’t sure they could even taste the meat.

  The fries came next where each squirted not just ketchup, but mustard, all over the tops.

  I wanted to vomit.

  “That’s just wrong,” I said upon seeing their blasphemous ways. “I don’t even know if I can ever kiss you again.”

  Janie started to laugh, then she scooped a fry covered in that disgusting concoction into her mouth.

  I vowed that I wouldn’t give her another kiss at least until she brushed her teeth, and then broke that vow moments later when she offered me her lips.

  I, of course, didn’t hesitate to take them.

  ***

  Janie

  Later that night, I relayed my father’s and my conversation prior to him arriving that morning, to Rafe who was in the bathroom.

  “He’s right, you know,” Raphael’s smooth, deep voice said from behind me, startling me with his sudden presence. “I’m terrible for you.”

  I spun around and stared at the man that I loved with all my heart but wouldn’t give me the time of day.

  At least, at one point in time.

  Today, he’d proven to me that I wasn’t just a passing fling.

  I was something to him.

  I wasn’t too young or naïve any longer. I was Janie Allen, the woman who was slowly worming her way into his heart.

  “I think you have no clue what I want, otherwise you’d stop trying to persuade me into thinking otherwise,” I said in all seriousness.

  He shook his head and walked to the kitchen table. Once there, he pulled a chair out, spun it around, and then straddled it backward.

  His longish hair was wild around his head.

  Since he’d come home from his ‘deployment’ he’d been growing it out. It was now down around his ears.

  Normally I only ever saw it when it was tamed and perfectly in place.

  Tonight, though, it flowed free.

  Crazy locks of hair flew wildly around his face, and the scar by his eye as well as the tattoo that crawled up the side of his neck almost seemed more sinister than they already were.

  Jesus, the man was sex personified.

  He was everything that I shouldn’t want, and the one thing that I really needed all rolled into a perfect ball of badass.

  I moved until I was behind him, then reached forward and ran my fingers through the unruly locks.

  “It surprises me that your hair is this wild even though it’s not that long,” I whispered, scratching his scalp with my fingernails.

  He leaned back and let his head lean against my chest.

  “Spent all those years being forced to do this, or that, when it came to my hair. I’m thankful I can actually grow it out without getting reprimanded.” He paused. “But I plan on getting a trim tomorrow.”

  “I don’t know,” I teased. “I kind of enjoy having something to grab hold of.”

  He let his head trail along my breasts, rubbing back and forth, causing my nipples to peak and harden.

  I swallowed and tugged on his hair, causing him to lean his head back even more.

  Then I leaned forward and kissed him upside down.

  “You know,” I said against his lips. “This is a definite turn from the other few times we’ve done this.”

  I pulled away slightly and let him see my eyes, and the mirth that filled them.

  “You want to be in charge?” he asked.

  I swallowed, then nodded. “For a little bit, anyway.”

  He stood up, and I let go of his head so I wouldn’t break his neck, and then turned so that he was sitting in the chair normally.

  “What will you have me do, mistress?”

  I bit my lip. “It’s not what I would have you do,” I said, dropping down to my knees. “It’s what I want to do to you.”

  He turned in his seat and I scooted between his thighs.

  Then I reached for his jeans, unbuttoned them, and tugged lightly.

  He caught what I was asking and lifted his hips, allowing me to pull his pants down to pool around his ankles.

  I smirked up at him. “Do you ever wear underwear?”

  He shrugged.

  “Sometimes. When I feel like it,” he answered.

  I shook my head. “If I didn’t wear panties, would it drive you insane?”

  His eyes flared.

  “You go without panties, and we’re going to have problems,” he countered.

  “Why?” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his thigh.

  He hissed in a breath.

  “Because,” he said.

  I kissed the other thigh.

  His legs were tan, despite it being the dead of winter, and I found that it was quite annoying how he was always so perfect.

  Even his cock was perfect.

  It was long, thick, and had the picture-perfect head topping it.

  Seriously, penises weren’t pretty. At least, I’d never found them pretty.

  But Rafe’s wasn’t just pretty. It was everything a woman would want in a penis.

  “For Christ’s sake. Please, put it in your mouth already.”

  I snorted.

  “You’re not very good at this me being in charge thing, are you?” I teased.

  I leaned forward and circled the tip of his cock with my tongue, flicking the underside a little more roughly than I would’ve if he hadn’t urged me to take him.

  He growled, and I felt his hands move to his thighs. I looked at those hands out of the corner of my eyes and nearly laughed at the way his fingers were white with how hard he was holding on.

  “Feel okay?” I inquired.

  “Yes,” he gritted out. “Fucking perfect.”

  I’d done nothing but touch my tongue to him. What would he do when I took him in my mouth?

  I pulled back, made sure to catch his eyes, and then leaned back down, this time maintaining eye contact while I took him into my mouth.

  The feel of his smooth penis encased in a silky layer of steel was enough to make my thighs clench in need at the anticipation of what he would feel like when he was inside of me.

  “Sweet baby
Jesus,” he groaned.

  I would’ve laughed had my mouth not already been occupied.

  Instead of giving him that, though, I pushed his cock so far into my throat that I started to gag.

  And he started to lose control.

  Over and over I pulled out just to take him back inside until I felt him finally snap.

  His hands went to my hair, and his hips jerked.

  “Warning.”

  I didn’t stop.

  Didn’t even think about stopping. My squeamishness toward body fluids was non-existent, and all I could think about was drinking him down.

  I suctioned my mouth around the tip, pumped him with two hands, and nearly moaned when I felt the first spurt of his come hit my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” he repeated for what seemed the fifteenth time in as many minutes.

  I swallowed. Then swallowed again.

  And finally, when he was no longer spurting freely, I pulled back and looked up at him.

  “Okay?”

  He nodded, his head now leaned back, and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to take in deep breaths of air.

  “Think you can return the favor?” I asked, stripping my shirt over my head.

  His head came up, and he nodded once. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I think I can manage to return the favor.”

  Then he surged upward, hooked an arm behind my hips, and then threw me up on his shoulder.

  Moments later he kicked off his boots, making me squeal in fear as I tipped a little too far forward for comfort, and gasped. “Rafe, seriously, put me down!”

  He grunted as he kicked off his jeans, ignoring the thud of the things he still had in his pockets.

  I giggled as he did and held on for the ride as he walked quickly into his room.

  ***

  Rafe

  She was so fuckin’ beautiful that sometimes it was hard for me to believe that she wanted me.

  Who the hell was I?

  I was a nobody.

  I was Raphael Luis, the piece of shit son of a man who had ruined many lives and then left me to deal with the repercussions.

  A nobody.

  “Rafe?”

  I followed her down on the bed and went face to face with her.

  “Every single fucking day—until I met you—was a struggle.”

  Janie’s mouth fell open.

  “The day you told me that you were sorry I had one ball was the day that I realized that maybe life wasn’t as bad as I’d made it out to be,” I told her. “I was mad at the world. Pissed off that I couldn’t do what I wanted to do—which was find Layton Trammel and shove my fist down his throat in order to rip out his lungs. Then you came along, with your sarcastic mouth, and changed my life.”

  Janie drew in a breath.

  “Not a day went by that I didn’t hate what my dad had forced me to become,” I continued. “Then there you were, torturing me through the years.”

  “I didn’t torture you!” she cried out, poking me with one small finger directly in the middle of my breastbone.

  I grinned. “You didn’t try to seduce me with those tight jeans, and shorter than sin skirts when you were jailbait?”

  “Hoo haha.”

  My brows rose in confusion. “Hoo haha?”

  “Finding Nemo, the movie. Though, the saying was ‘Shark Bait. Hoo haha.”

  I snorted. “And this is another example of how we’re so far apart in age. You’ve watched Finding Nemo. When I was a kid, we watched Saturday morning cartoons.”

  Janie’s lips tipped up at the corners.

  “If I was sixteen again, then this age gap between us would matter,” she murmured, reaching up to press a kiss on my jaw. “But since I’m well over the legal age of consent, which in Texas is seventeen, you have nothing to worry about. So, you’ll die before me. Big deal.”

  I tickled her, causing her to screech and try to pull away.

  I didn’t let her get so much as an inch away from me as I sat us both back up, her in my lap.

  The new move pressed her ass right against my hard again cock.

  She wiggled her butt and smiled unrepentantly when I squeezed the fleshy part of her ass tightly, saying without words that she needed to stop. Or else.

  Janie pursed her lips but tried to remain as still as possible.

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  Her brows went up.

  “Because we won’t make it a big deal,” I amended. “What we have is what we want. And nobody and nothing is going to change that. That’s my promise to you.”

  “So, when someone calls you a cradle robber,” she said, running the tip of one finger down my bearded jaw. “That’s not going to piss you off?”

  I grinned. “No.”

  “And when they ask if you’re my daddy?”

  The twinkle in her eyes would’ve made me laugh had I not thought she was partially serious with the question.

  “Then I’ll tell them only in the bedroom,” I countered.

  She choked and slapped me on the chest. “That’s going to get us kicked out of wherever the hell we happen to be at the time.”

  I shook my head. “I think you’ll be surprised with how tolerant everyone is of a relationship like the one we have.”

  “Rafe?” she whispered, leaning even closer to me.

  The shift in her weight had her putting more pressure on my dick, and I pushed her off of me before she could wiggle that sumptuous ass any more against me.

  “Can I?” she asked, scrambling up onto her knees the moment her ass met the mattress.

  “Can you what?” I asked warily.

  “Can I touch your ball. The one that is fake?”

  I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to ask.”

  “I was thinking that was the case, but I didn’t want to touch it in case it hurt, or in case you were all sensitive about it,” she explained.

  I leaned back on the bed and moved my hands up to my head and got comfortable.

  Once she saw I was letting her do whatever she wanted, she scrambled up between my legs and poked one.

  “Is it this one, or the other one?”

  “Which one do you think it is?” I asked when she pressed the skin on my left one.

  “They both look exactly the same,” she pointed out.

  “They don’t feel the same,” I countered.

  She took one lip between her teeth and bit it lightly as she started to massage my balls. First one, then the other, until she pointed with her finger. “This one?”

  I shrugged, wanting her to guess.

  “It’s harder. A little rounder and less squishy. What did they put in there to make it hold its shape?” she questioned.

  “It’s a prosthetic implant. They showed it to me when I had the implant done. It looks similar to a clear, shell-less egg. It almost feels like a hardboiled egg, if you think about it,” I explained.

  “It does,” she agreed.

  “This one is the fake one?” she asked, her fingers playing delicately over the implant.

  “Yes,” I said, trying to make my breathing even.

  I may not actually have any feeling in that particular testicle, but the skin was still just as sensitive.

  My cock was so hard it hurt, but I’d let her be curious.

  She was having fun, and I was having fun watching her touch me.

  My cock lay bobbing against my hairy belly, up and down. Up and down.

  She was fixated on it. Her eyes watched every single movement, taking everything in, and missing nothing.

  The drop of pearly white come that beaded on the tip of my cock. The way it leaned slightly to the left. Then there was the way my breathing had picked up in anticipation of having her again.

  It would never get old. Not ever.

  Nothing compared to having her in my arms.

  “Come here,” I said, holding my hand out to her. “And kiss me.”
/>   Janie’s lips met mine within a half a second as she scrambled up my legs and deposited her pussy right over the top of my cock.

  “We need to talk about birth control,” I said, knowing that it was a mood killer, but knowing that we needed to have the talk as well.

  I’d failed each time I’d had her.

  A condom hadn’t even crossed my mind, and I was a grown ass adult. I didn’t even have youth to fall back on as an excuse for acting like I didn’t know what I was doing. I did. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted inside her bare every single time, but what I didn’t want to do was do anything without her knowing what we were doing.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said. “I have been for a while now.”

  I was thankful as well as annoyed all at once. “Why?”

  Her smile was soft.

  “Because I knew, if one day you decided to give me the time of day, I better be prepared.”

  That felt like I’d just taken a sledgehammer to the chest.

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she confirmed.

  I reached up and brought her mouth to mine as I urged her to rock her hips.

  She did, coating my cock with her juices as she did.

  I let her, enjoying the way she felt sliding all over my length.

  “You’re so wet,” I growled, rolling then. “Tell me it’s only for me.”

  I looked down into her eyes and ground my cock into her heat.

  “It’s only ever been you, Rafe.”

  I frowned.

  “Just me?”

  She nodded.

  “You didn’t…”

  “I didn’t have a hymen?” She guessed where I was going with my statement.

  I nodded.

  “Rafe,” she giggled. “I think it’s a fairly normal thing nowadays to have a vibrator. You weren’t the first thing to go in there, but you were the first authentic, living thing.”

  “Hmm,” I grunted. “That’s cool, I guess.”

  “That’s cool?” she teased. “That was freakin’ what got me through my teen years with you around.”

  I let the grin overtake my lips.

  “Tell me what you did,” I ordered. “Better yet,” I flipped onto my back. “Show me.”

  “I was always on my back,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, but you also probably had a rhythm you took,” he said. “Fuck me like you fucked yourself.”