“Because I have an oral fixation.” The way he said oral made me squeeze my thighs together.
Since we kissed, I had dreams of his tongue in other places on my body.
“Is there a reason for that?”
I’d never met anyone with an oral fixation. I always thought it was something someone randomly made up.
“I think it started around the time my father died. I was told it was a sign of stress. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. Now, it’s second nature.”
“So you really do like to munch on pussies?”
Kane laughed loudly, and I couldn’t help but join in.
“Nah, not at all. That’s not something I do. Yours, though? I would munch the shit out of it if you gave me the chance.”
Heat flooded my body while moisture flooded my panties.
“I don’t understand what makes me different.”
Kane shrugged. “Because you are different, Munch. Sometimes I don’t think you even realize how special you are. It’s not about your looks, even though you are pretty as hell.” He paused, and my heart rate increased, as I anticipated what else he had to say. “It’s your vibe. You light up a room when you enter it. You have a good sense of humor. You aren’t like a lot of the chicks that hang around the club. You don’t seem as timid as you look. Hell, you walked into the clubhouse like you owned it, but I don’t think you even realize what you possess.”
I was speechless because I didn’t expect him to say any of that. I wasn’t even sure how he saw me when I entered the clubhouse because he wasn’t there.
“I saw you on the camera when you came in,” he said as if he could read my mind. “I watched you on the camera for a little bit before I came out. I watch you often,” he admitted.
“I don’t even know what to say to that.”
Kane chuckled, and threw the toothpick on the ground, then pulled out another one.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I see you, Munch. More than you will ever know.”
I wasn’t sure how to take that. Did he mean like he knew the reason why I was there in the first place, or did it have a deepermeaning? I didn’t want to ask because I was afraid of opening that can of worms.
Our conversation shifted to other things like our childhoods. We talked about what we wanted to be as opposed to what he had become. He told me how he thought he would open a gym but settled on doing tattoos. He told me how he did mixed martial arts to stay in shape. He informed me that he and the guys have flag football games when the weather was warmer.
None of the other club members bothered us while we talked. It seemed like we were the only ones there. I looked around and noticed they were all doing their own thing. Some people smoked, a couple of them had drinks. They had different games set up. I even spotted a chess board on one of the tables.
“It’s some food if you want some,” Kane mentioned.
“Sure.”
Kane stood, then helped me up. We walked over to the table that had different types of sandwiches, snacks, and drinks. Kane and I both settled on a turkey and cheese sandwich and a bag of chips with a water.
We ate with some of the other members, then went back to the spot we were in before.
“Did my brother used to come out with you guys?” I asked.
“Yeah, Slim loved being out here. I miss him too.”
We were both quiet again. The sun had gone down a little, but it was still bright outside.
Suddenly, tears filled my eyes. I had been doing good without crying, but something about the moment made me feel sad. To know I was somewhere where my brother liked to go, had me emotional.
Kane noticed me crying and pulled me into his arms. When he held me against his chest, more tears fell. I cried harder than I meant to, but I needed it. I stayed with my head buried against Kane’s chest for a while, until I got my crying under control.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
Kane lifted my head and looked at me.
