“Immagino che abbiate risolto tutto? (I take it you worked everything out?)” Vito asks in Italian.
Before I can answer, Kingston does. “Sì, l’abbiamo fatto. Sembra addirittura che diventeremo una famiglia! (We did. It even looks like we’re going to be family!)”
“Momma always said showing off makes you look like a horse’s ass,” Tinsley says around a yawn as she stretches.
“She only said that because you couldn’t learn anything but English,” Kingston pokes her in the ribs.
“That’s the fucking truth, but at least I can play any instrument I want within a week, unlike others,” she says around a laugh.
“I truly believe you got the better talent,” Kingston mumbles, standing to his full height. “It looks like we’ve got it all worked out. I’m going to get on the road. I’ve got a long drive ahead of me.”
I stand, shaking his hand before holding my hand out to Tinsley to pull her up and into my side.
She steps away, hugging her brother. “Are you going all the way back tonight?”
“Yeah. I’ve got some things that need to be cleaned up now that I’m starting with a clean slate finally,” he tells her.
“Be safe and let us know when you get home,” she tells him, stepping back to my side.
“Are you going to actually answer your fucking phone?” Kingston snaps, glaring at her.
Tinsley looks down at the ground. “I kind of threw it in the river when I ran. So, when I get a new one, I will.”
Kingston leans down and kisses the top of her head before slapping me on the shoulder. “She’s your problem now. Have fun!” And he turns to leave.
Vito turns to walk him out and closes the door behind them as they go.
“Are you ready to have our long-awaited conversation?” I ask, looking down at her.
Tinsley drops her head onto my chest and nods. “Can I kiss you instead?”
I throw my head back and belly laugh for the first time in so long that it truly feels foreign. “As much as I would love to do just that, we need to talk about things.”
“Fine, take away all my fun then,” she pouts.
I scoop her up by her ass, lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist. Carrying her over to my desk, I sit her on the edge, in front of my office chair where I sit between her legs. Tinsley places her hands on my desk behind her, leaning back. I lean in, kissing her belly while holding her hips.
“Andre,” she says with a sigh.
“Tinsley,” I whisper back to her.
“You’re not playing fair,” she whines, shifting around on the top of my desk.
Not letting go of her hips, I lean back in my office chair, catching her eyes that are now hooded and needy. I run my hands up the tops of her thighs, rubbing and massaging them. She drops her head back, arching slightly and looking for more.
“Andre, if you don’t stop doing what you're currently doing, talking is going to be the last thing we’re going to be doing.” Tinsley groans low and throaty.
“What am I doing, Tesoro?” I growl, my own need getting me worked up.
“You’re making it so that I will agree to whatever you want me to just so you’ll let me cum,” Tinsley moans.
I run my hands up the inside of her leg, thighs skimming my thumbs up the seam covering her pussy. “That would be considered coercion. You don’t truly believe that I would sink that low, Tesoro?”
Twelve
Tinsley
My body is vibrating with so much need that a slight breeze might possibly send me over the edge. Andre continues his ministrations for another minute or two before I snap. I sit straight up, shocking him enough for him to lean back in his chair, and that's when I slide off the desk onto his lap.
