“Clocks ticking then,” she says on a breathy moan.

Damn this girl. She continues to surprise me. I step away from her, keeping my hands where they are for a moment longer so she can find her feet before my touch disappears completely. Kinsley looks over her shoulder towards me, so I lift my chin to encourage her to follow my lead. My girl seems to be feeling shy tonight, I’ll soon change that. I sit down on the edge of the bed and place a pillow between my legs.

“You, uh, want to do my hair again?” Even though the lights are dim I can see the rosy colour spreading across her cheeks.

Tilting my head to the side I ask, “Do you want me to?”

Kinsley looks between me and the pillow, then nods. “Yes please.”

“Then yes, I want to do your hair again. Sit.”

The look she gives me before she makes herself comfortable between my legs almost makes me rub at my chest. She’s cracking me open in ways I’ve never experienced and at this moment I know I would do anything for her. I would rather be the villain in her story, because I know that’s what she needs. I’ll let Jesse be the hero, the one she runs to when she needs someone to be soft with her. Whilst I’ll willingly be the one to take her choices away from her, to help her escape her mind.

I plait her hair, just like she had the morning I picked her up on my bike, and when she realises she breaks out into laughter.

“Tanner! I thought – weren’t you going to braid my hair again?”

“I told you, I like these.” I give them a little tug as she jumps up to her feet with a scowl on her face.

“I never did see a Pippi Longstocking episode where she was cranky though, but I won’t lie, it’s cute.”

Kinsley rolls her eyes and I raise a brow in response.

“What?”

“You rolled your eyes. I think that’s a bad habit, don’t you?”

Instantly her eyes light up. So, she is in the mood to play.

* * *

By the third time my palm comes down across her round little ass, she’s shaking with need. Don’t even get me started on the sounds she is making; my cock is running out of patience. I reach into my unbuttoned jeans to adjust myself, trying to buy myself a little bit more time. I want to drag this out for as long as I can. Gently, I lift her hips off the bed and she settles onto her knees, ass high in the air. I chuckle, not so shy anymore.

“Let’s see if you’re ready for me,” I tease, knowing full well her arousal is dripping down her thighs.