Jinx: Kings of Carnage MC

by Chelsea Camaron

  “Little girl in Samoan,” he casually explains without elaboration.

  “I’m not a little girl.”

  I don’t know why it bothers me for him to see me as a girl, but I’m a grown woman. He still doesn’t speak. The drive goes on in silence. I begin to get uncomfortable wondering what’s going on inside his head.

  “What’s your name?”

  “We’re not playing twenty questions.” He shuts me down before I can learn anything. “You wanna share, I’m happy to listen. You don’t wanna share, that’s your business, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what I’m up against.”

  Help me?

  Why would he help me?

  He said he wants to punish me. I’m torn between fear and fantasy. This man makes me curious in a way I’ve never been before. My life is a dog-eat-dog world. I’ve never cared to know anything about anyone because people leave. They have to.

  I don’t speak again, and neither does he. Once we arrive at his home, he unlocks the leather cuff on his wrist before getting out of the truck. In a swift movement, he picks me up and carries me like a bride all the way to his front door where I expect to be put down, only he doesn’t. Instead, he holds me up while punching a code into a keypad that releases the lock to open the door.

  “I can walk,” I explain, and he shakes his head.

  “You hit a guardrail. While my truck took the beating, it doesn’t mean you aren’t shaken up.”

  There is a kindness in his tone that’s foreign to me, but I find I actually like it. Kicking the door shut behind us, he carries me on to the back of the house. I don’t get to take in much of the space as we move, and I can’t help but wonder if he wants it that way. Moving through a huge bedroom with a massive king size bed, he carries me into a bathroom. The crisp white room comes to life as he flips the light switch. He sets me on my feet. I’m not sure what to do.

  My instincts scream to run, but to where? If I go back to the rails, Chrome or Drifter might find me.

  In the middle of the room a massive soaking bathtub dominates the space, with a vanity on each side of the room. Grabbing something from the cabinets, he moves back to the bath where he starts to fill it with water. As the tub fills, he adds what looks like little salt type crystals. I stand in place, stupidly wondering what he’s doing and what he expects from me.

  “Um, I’m not sure what you’re doing?”

  He looks up at me with his sunglasses still in place. “I’m drawing a bath for you. Epsom salt,” he lifts the bag, “it will help you not be so sore tomorrow.”

  I am taken aback at his kindness. “You said you wanted to punish me.”

  “I do.”

  Fear crawls up my spine. I want to ask how a bath is considered a punishment, but fear keeps me quiet. Then the crazy thoughts come, is he going to hold my head under the water making me drown? What kind of punishment will he give me?

  Once the tub is full, he moves to stand in front of me. “Strip,” he commands, and my entire body tingles. I shake my head. I don’t know him. Certainly, he can’t expect me to take my clothes off just like that.

  “I can bathe alone.”

  “You can, yes, but you won’t. Just like you can strip, or I will strip you.”

  Before I can react, he pulls at the hem of my t-shirt. With practiced ease, he has it off and over my head, leaving me covering my chest with my arms. I am blessed not to have overly large breasts. I don’t own a bra because it’s a luxury I can’t afford. I feel exposed in the open air of his bathroom. He tugs on the sweatpants, dropping them to my shoes. He squats at my feet and tries to lift my leg. I don’t budge. He lifts his head, his face level with my panties. Embarrassment floods me as he no doubt sees the mess of curls peeking out from the sides of my underwear. I’ve never been naked in front of a man like this before. He dips his head closer to my private parts, and I swear he inhales my scent.

  “Please,” I whisper, “I can take a bath alone.”

  “No,” is his simple response. He leaves me no room to argue, but I still try.

  “I don’t know your name, and you want to strip me bare.”

  Desperation fills me. I need this to stop, but at the same time, my body feels so alive and so aware of his every touch. I don’t want it to stop.

  What is wrong with me?

  “Talia.” The way he says my name with his islander accent gives me chills. My name has never sounded better. “You’ve had a long night. I’ve been angry, frustrated, and you’ve been afraid. Sly confirmed your story. So, for tonight, I want to take care of you. Tomorrow, we face what it brings, but tonight, I want to take care of you and then sleep.”

  “I can’t do this. You’re a stranger!”

  “I need to take care of you, Teineitiiti. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I need to. So, you let me care for you, and in turn, I’ll answer your questions.”

  “But you’re going to punish me.”

  He shakes his head frustrated with me. “Not tonight, I’m not. It’s late and you’ve been in an accident.”

  Watching him and the gentle way he’s touched me all night, I can sense there is more to the man on his knees in front of me, and I’m certainly curious.

  “No sex.”

  He lifts his head as his lips move from a smirk to a smile. “If you say so.”

  I shake my head because for a moment, a split second, I swear my body wanted to give this man everything. Trying to turn off the multitude of thoughts running through my head, I lean on his shoulder, lifting my feet one at a time for him to remove my shoes and pants. With the caress of a lover, he slides my panties down my body, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

  His breaths come quicker as my own body seems to heat under his very touch. He stands and takes me by the hand, guiding me to the bathtub. Keeping my chest covered with one arm, I climb into the warm water. He presses a button and jets begin to blow around my body, seducing me into a relaxation I’ve never experienced. Leaning into the water, I close my eyes and begin to lose myself in the sensations of the bath.

  “What’s your name?” I ask, hoping he will talk.

  “Jinx.”

  I blow out a frustrated breath. “Okay, look, I know that’s not your name. And I know you don’t owe me anything, and I owe you shit I’ll never be able to pay after wrecking your truck, but I’m naked as the day I was born, feeling vulnerable as hell, and all I would like to know is your name.” There, I let it all out. This man is infuriating. I know he doesn’t owe me anything, but geez, it won’t kill him to tell me his name.

  “Koa Kalini, but everyone calls me Jinx, except my dad.”

  I fill my lungs with a relaxing breath to finally know his name. Closing my eyes again, I lean back against the tub. His hands reach out to my shoulders and I jump at the contact so much so water sloshes out of the tub onto the floor.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he laughs. “You’ve had an eventful night, I’m glad you’re jumpy.”

  “What?” I ask in complete shock. Who wants someone to be jumpy?

  He moves to the side of the tub, and that’s when I notice, Jinx is naked. The massive man stands, his manhood long, thick, and not even fully erect, but without a doubt, it fits the huge build of this man. Tattoos cover his sides like armor in a tribal pattern. I’m surprised to see such intricate artwork on his body, since I didn’t see any ink visible on his arms or neck like the other bikers with him. But now I see he has tattoos that cover both of his legs, all the way up to his hips and down to his ankles, with the ink on his sides stopping just under his pecs in a way. Woven into the tribal geometric design, I see three Japanese Koi fish on his left side and a dragon breathing fire down his abdomen, almost as if it points to his dick on his right. I blink and blink again, unable to take it all in as the man climbs into the tub with me, splashing more water onto the floor.

  “What are you doing, Koa?”

  “I’m joining you.”

  I blink stunned.


  “I’m punishing you.”

  “You said you weren’t punishing me tonight.” Fear grips me. I stop breathing. Nervously, I draw my knees up to my chest. He easily turns my body to put my back against his chest. “Calm down, Teineitiiti. I’m not going to force you to do anything. But I want to push you out of your comfort zone as you did me. That’s a form of punishment. We’re breaking boundaries starting tonight.”

  “This is insane.” And she shakes her head whispering to herself, “who gets in a bath with sunglasses on.” I fight the urge to laugh.

  “No, this is my world. You entered it. We play by my rules. So, be prepared, Teineitiiti, I’m going to make you squirm, scream, and so much more.”

  My only thought as he begins to massage my shoulders while trying to coax me to unwind in the bathtub with him is this: of all the trucks to steal, why did I steal his?

  Nine

  Jinx

  “I lost my mind trying to understand yours.” Unknown- I don’t bother to understand others when often times I can confuse myself, Jinx

  Mindfuckery can be an explosive release without a single penetration. I don’t know what it is, but I find myself both angry and aroused by Talia. That’s a dangerous combination for a man like me.

  On one hand, I want to make her feel pain, not physically, but the kind that will leave her second-guessing her every move. After all, she stole my truck right out of my front yard. I don’t give a fuck that she watched her friend die, basically. She stole my truck. She touched what’s mine.

  Every time I look in her beautiful brown eyes, though, I have this tugging inside of me.

  There is simply something about her that calls to my damn soul. A place inside of me that I never even knew existed.

  Finally, she relaxes her body against mine.

  “Tell me about home, Talia.”

  Her voice is like heaven as she speaks of a time before life on the rails. “I grew up on a farm. My mom homeschooled us. I’m the youngest of nine. My older sister Amara is my best friend.”

  I continue to kneed her neck and shoulders.

  “Do you have siblings?” she inquires, finally catching on to my game. As long as she easily answers my questions in a way I feel she’s truthful, then I will answer hers in the same manner.

  “I don’t know.”

  She twists her head to look at me. Only, I still have my sunglasses on. “How’s that?”

  I don’t answer her. Instead, I begin to massage under her breasts, tracing my hands against the soft skin of her sides, to her back, and repeating again to the front of her torso under her perky tits. Her body begs for more from me while her mind seems to be fighting a war.

  “Where are you from?” I ask as she becomes relaxed against me again.

  “North Dakota,” she half moans, but keeps herself together. “Koa, can I be completely honest with you?”

  “Yes, Teineitiiti,” I whisper.

  She sighs, “I’m not a little girl.”

  I laugh, “Baby, have you seen your size to mine? I’m six-four, you’re five-four in heels, I bet. You’re little to me, and it’s not about your age. So, how old are you while we’re discussing these things?”

  “What month is it?”

  Damn, she really has been living that rail life. “September fourth.”

  “On September nineteenth, I turn nineteen.”

  I mentally make a note of that as I continue to tease her body. My hands move to her thighs, where I work the flesh, allowing my thumbs to tease the curls covering her pussy.

  “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-eight.”

  She scissors her legs involuntarily, seeking more contact from my hands, but I don’t give into her desires.

  “What made you leave home?”

  She tenses under me, and I pause, waiting to see if she’s going to close herself off to me or continue to give into whatever this is between us.

  “I think we’ve talked enough,” she states, shutting me down and moving to get up.

  I pull her back down, water again splashing everywhere. “Relax, Teineitiiti. What’s your last name?”

  “Why don’t you take your sunglasses off?” She avoids my question.

  I don’t relent. “What’s your last name?”

  “Peppertree,” she concedes.

  Easy enough. Once she’s in bed, I’ll send her name to Sly and have him work his magic to give me the information on Talia Peppertree.

  It takes some time and more of the simple questions, like her favorite color, to have her soft against me again. Once I have her whimpering, practically pleading for more of my touch, I get into the deeper questions again.

  “Who named you?”

  “My mother wanted each of her girls to have a name from somewhere else in the world because she wanted to travel and couldn’t.”

  “Talia means to wait in Samoan,” I tell her proudly. My adopted mother knew my biological mother. She also knew who my sperm donor was too. Growing up she made sure to teach me about my Samoan culture even though Arthur is a basic white man he even did his part for me to know where I came from. Well as much as they could, that is.

  My cock is rock hard between her body and mine as she begins to press herself to me, trying to get my hands where she wants them. I maintain my work on her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider as she moves, allowing the jets to work under the water without me actually touching her.

  Just as she’s on the cusp of crying out for more, I stand, lifting her up as I go. Stepping out of the tub, I reach for a towel and toss it to her. “Dry off, Teineitiiti. I’ll bring you a shirt of mine and boxers to sleep in.”

  She can’t hide the flush to her cheeks or the disappointment in her eyes.

  Yes, Talia is to wait, and wait we both must do because I haven’t quite figured her out yet. The only thing I do know is she’s got me seriously turned on, and I haven’t even had a single taste of her.

  Soon, though, very soon.

  Sleeping with a hard-on isn’t as easy as one might expect when the cause of the erection is whimpering and rubbing up against said member all night long. As the sun begins to peek in from the windows, I lay with Talia spooned into my body. While I’m sure she hasn’t had a soft bed, sheets, or pillows in some time, she managed to sleep after some winding down from our bath. When I went to the closet to retrieve my clothes, I heard her muttering to herself about being so turned on she didn’t know what to do.

  Well, the feeling is mutual. It’s morning and my cock still aches for a release that isn’t coming any time soon. I text Sly with her name and age. I’m sure he’ll get her background information, and then I can figure out exactly what to do with my little thief.

  I know one thing; I can’t keep touching her or I’m going to die from the worst case of blue balls known to man. I don’t think I was in this much pain in high school when I was determined to break Farrah, who everyone knew was a dick tease. I got in her panties, but not without a few nights of yanking one out after getting so worked up trying to finger-fuck her to an orgasm.

  Talia begins to stir beside me. As her ass brushes against my cock, I groan and rock into her backside. She shifts, turning over to face me. Casually, she drapes her leg over my hip, oblivious to the fact that I’m commando. It’s clear to me she’s half asleep as she hasn’t opened her eyes yet. She moans, shifting her hips, dragging her pussy against my length. I shift, rolling her over on top of me. I’m on my back under her as she comes to straddle me. Her arms rest at my sides, holding her up as she blinks.

  Talia is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on as her hair cascades down, teasing my skin. When her eyes lock to mine, she freezes over me with my cock literally laying against her pussy. My boxers are huge on her, and when I rolled us, my dick slipped under the material, landing against her flesh. Her pussy lips hug the sides of my manhood while her clit throbs in rhythm with my own body it seems.

  “Your eyes, they’re beautiful,” she
whispers while continuing to gaze at me.

  I shift, rocking my hips up, but keeping my eyes on hers. She moans in exquisite pleasure as my cock hits her pleasure button.

  “The centers are this deep brown like stones on the beach while it fades to these hazel lines that are like snorkeling and seeing a reef. You are a sea of complex emotions, Koa Kalini.”

  My name on her lips sends me over. I cup her face in my hands and pull her lips to mine. She opens, inviting me in, and I devour her mouth. Lost in her, lost in the ocean of emotions I don’t know how to process, I let her kiss me. She rocks her body, grinding against mine as my tongue tangles with hers. We’re a frenzy as I move my hands to her hips, pushing her down on my length harder. She keeps moving, and I feel her juices coat me as she continues working to the land of ecstasy. I feel her fighting against me. One twist and she’s going to send my cock deep inside her heat. I’m trying not to fuck her into oblivion while still getting us both off because frankly I can’t stop when this shit feels so fucking good.

  Harshly, she pulls away from the kiss. Her lips are plump from the ravenous way I went at her. She’s panting as she sits up and her body continues to climb. Her hips roll and rock while her eyes lock to mine and she cries out as she comes around me without actual penetration. Oh, when I finally fuck her this is going to be explosive. The passion as her body trembles over me sends me losing my load between us.

  “You are too much, Koa,” she whispers, not seeming to be remotely concerned with the mess between our bodies. “I don’t know what it is about you. It’s like I crave you.”

  “You’re gonna be worth the wait, Teineitiiti.” I feel the exact same way, and it’s an uncommon emotion for me. “That was wild,” I tell her, shifting us together so my legs are off the bed and she’s on my lap. I wrap her body around mine and carry her easily to the shower. “I made a mess, so it’s time to clean us up.”

  She laughs against me but doesn’t try to separate from me. I’ve never cared to have someone in my personal space before. It’s different but not an unwelcome feeling.