“I know, dear. But, Johnny was a free spirit. He’d want you to make your own way.”
“I know. I have. I just want to know I’m not the only one like me. I want to be a part of something. A family.”
“You are, Foxfire. You have me, and that tall drink of water who’s probably wishing you were in his hotel room right now.”
“Tank thinks I’m crazy.”
Sunny just smiles.
“He’s so different from me, Mom. It’s weird. And yet…” It works. At least, I think it does. He’s done all this to help me.
“I like him.”
“I’m so glad.” I hide my eye roll as she hugs me.
“I’m so glad we had this chat.” She heads off to the bathroom.
Maybe Mom’s right. We make our own family, community. Maybe my dad will know some other foxes, or Tank can hook me up. In any case, I have my mother. Maybe I should spend more time with her.
The bathroom door opens. Sunny walks out, blonde and pink hair wafting around her shoulders. She’s stark naked. “Time for yoga,” she trills.
“Um, you forgot your clothes.”
“I always do sun salutation naked.” She opens the curtains for the light to flood in and lays out a yoga mat. “After all, when we greet the sun, the rays burn away all artifice-”
“I’ll just uh… check on what Tank’s friend found out about Johnny.”
I scuttle for the door. My goal is to be out of there before she does downward facing dog.
Tank’s room is a few doors down. Praying that a crowd doesn’t gather to watch my mother do her asanas in the bare, I knock on the door.
“It’s open.” Tank says.
“How’d you know it was me?”
I step inside. Much darker. Tank probably isn’t a sun salutation type dude. As my eyes adjust to the shadows, I realize he’s sitting in a chair, huge body spilling out of it. He’s got his shirt off, his hair damp like he toweled off. Water beads on his taut chest.
“I can smell you.” He’s got a paper bag in his hand, and he raises it to his lips. He must have gone out and gotten a bottle of something.
“Can you spare a sip of that?”
He offers it.
“Mom’s doing her own version of hot yoga. Naked hot yoga. She has the blinds open.”
Tank grimaces.
“Yeah,” I agree, and raise the bottle to take a swig. I cough a little as it sears my throat. I go to raise it again, but he takes it from me, pulls me into his lap.
I snuggle up to him. He rests his chin atop my head.
“Any luck on my dad’s whereabouts?”
He shakes his head, and mine moves with it.
“Thanks again for all this. I owe you.”
He rubs my back, slipping his hand under my shirt to toy with my bra strap. His cock grows against my leg.
“You’ve been taking care of me. It’s time for me to take care of you.” I slip to my knees between his legs.
He lets me pull down his jeans and put my mouth on him. I breathe in his scent, swallowing him down, making little begging noises, especially after he slips his fingers into my top and squeezes my breast. I dive down on his length, choking a little, and pop off, gasping.
He tugs me up before I can go again.
I wind my arms around his neck. He plunges his hand down my jeans.
“Fuck,” he mutters like a prayer as his fingers encounter my slick folds. “No panties again? Bad girl.” He finds my sweet spot and rubs it.
I rise to my tiptoes. In no time, I’m panting, sagging against his broad chest. I lick his neck, taste salt. My hand finds his dick and jacks slowly, but it’s no use. I’m gonna blow.
Someone knocks on the door.
“Darling! What are our plans for dinner?”
I barely register her words until Tank whips his hand out of my pants.
“Uh, give us a few, Sunny,” I call out. “We’re naked.”
Tank makes a disbelieving noise.
“All right, honey, I’ll go down alone. Make sure you use protection!”
Tank heaves a sigh.
I giggle. “Come on.” I tug him up. “Let’s shower together.”
~.~
Tank
I wrap a towel around Foxfire and maneuver her out of the shower. She’s flushed and dazed from the hard fucking I gave her up against the wall of the shower. I’m not sure her legs are steady, so I guide her to the bed and plunk her down.
It’s getting both easier and harder being with her. I just used up every last ounce of self-control being with her naked, fucking her without marking her. The entire time we were in that shower stall together, my fangs were out, ready to punch through her skin, leave my scent there so every other male can smell she’s mine. Instead, I took it out on her pussy. I pounded that sweetness until she screamed herself hoarse. And, already, I want round two of having those long legs wrapped around my waist, those fingernails digging into my back.
“What are we going to do for dinner?”
“I already ate.”
She smacks me, giggling.
“Order whatever you want.” I hand her a hotel room service menu.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, baby.” I lie back and prop my arms behind my head, enjoying the sight of her with the towel falling open, her nipples chafed from my five o’clock shadow. She looks so happy, I don’t care when she orders fifty dollars’ worth of food and eats all of it. She prattles on and on about everything and nothing, and I don’t care. I could stare at her for the rest of my life.