Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (17 page)

Once we’re driving to our third and final Thanksgiving stop, Nina turns to me and gives me a disbelieving look. “Well, well, well…aren’t you full of surprises, Mr. Spanish tongue!”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You speak Spanish and never told me. That’s pretty cool actually, but why never tell me?” She questions curiously.

“It never came up.” I state nonchalantly.

“Does your mom speak Spanish also? Isn’t she Scottish? Is she mixed?” Nina’s mind is quickly going into overdrive.

“Yes, my mom is from Scotland, but she speaks Spanish also. My mom used to work long hours in my early years; she was determined to ensure our financial status was up to par with her standards. She paid Delia to watch over me while she worked. Since I spent so much time with Delia and her family, Spanish became the first language I learned to speak. My mom understood Spanish better than she spoke it back then due to classes she had taken and a friend who had taught her. Now though, she speaks the language fluently. What about you?” I ask.

“From school, Emme, and latin soap operas I watch. The first things Emme taught me were all the bad words. I’m definitely not fluent, but I can get by. So, tell me, are you completely Scottish like your mom?” Nina’s curiosity is quickly reaching a forbidden topic for me.

“Umm…no. I’m half Mexican.”
No more questions, baby
.

She’s genuinely surprised. “Really? Wow. Me too. I’m Italian and Mexican. It’s weird how this topic never came up. Would you like to talk about your dad?”

“No.”

“Me neither.” She replies.

We change the topic, listen to music, and head over to Nina’s house where her mom and Kade are waiting for us. She calls Kade to let him know that we’re on our way. I take comfort in slowly letting Nina into my life and knowing that she respects my privacy by not probing me for answers.

When we arrive, we quickly greet Kade and Nina’s mom, Victoria then head to the kitchen. I’m surprised to see that nothing has been cooked. Instead, there’s Chinese takeout, pizza, buffalo wings, a batch of brownies along with two large bags of Doritos. I guess Nina saw the perplexed look on my face and immediately starts laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask.

“Your face! Were you expecting another full blown traditional meal?” She’s still laughing.

“No. I’m just surprised to see such a sinful, yet tempting spread, that’s all.”

“We haven’t had a traditional Thanksgiving meal in several years. My mom, Kade, and I regularly have meals together, so doing it on Thanksgiving wasn’t very special to us. Instead, we do the opposite. We don’t slave over the kitchen all day preparing a grand feast. We take the easy route by buying junk and fast food. The whole day we lounge in our pjs, have a movie marathon, and pig out. On Black Friday, as an alternative to shopping and freezing our butts at the crack of dawn, we sleep in and hit the gym for a two hour workout. We’re weird like that, but it works for us and keeps us close. It’s our own unconventional tradition that we have grown to love. Today, you get to join us.” Nina’s smile lights up her exquisite face. As an afterthought, she asks, “Hey, have you ever had regular Doritos topped with lemon juice and hot sauce?”

“No, but I like experimenting.” I don’t even have to try, inappropriate thoughts just come naturally whenever I’m near her.

“You’re missing out! Come on. Let’s change into some comfy clothes so that we can truly relax the way this day is meant to be spent in this house. I’ll hook you up a plate and get you a beer while you’re changing.” She gives me a devilish grin that makes me want to tear her apart. Damn, this girl is sexy.

Once we’ve made ourselves comfortable and Nina has changed into shorts and styled her hair into a loose bun, we join Kade and Victoria in the living room.

“Soooo how did it go?” Kade casually asks. I can tell that he and Victoria are impatiently waiting on Nina’s response. They’re dying to know what happened during the visit with my mom. “By the way, I’m going to pretend like I don’t notice that turd on your head. For the billionth time, it’s not cute.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that my man does think it’s cute. So, you can drink that hater-aid juice all by yourself.” Nina states before she feeds me a Dorito chip topped with lemon juice and Tapatio hot sauce. Instantly, she begins giggling.

“Mama V, I suggest you cover your ears because I’m going to do quite a bit of cursing in the next few minutes.” Kade warns Victoria.

Victoria completely ignores him and simply stares at her daughter with a wide eyed expression.
I’m confused. What’s the big deal? What’s with the shocked reaction?

Kade directs his attention to me. “Sweet. Baby. Jesus! Where is my Cheesecake and what have you done to her?” Kade asks, but continues talking before I have a chance to respond. “What the fuck is with the ‘my man this and my man that’ talk? And never in my whole entire life of living have I seen my Cheesecake get all lovey dovey with a man. I know you two are a couple and all, but this behavior my girl is displaying is weird as fuck. That’s some trippy shit! Now, I’ve seen it all! Hell is soon to freeze the fuck over!” Kade begins hysterically laughing. Soon, we all join in as his amusement of the situation quickly spreads to everyone.

Nina theatrically replays today’s events. An hour later, we finish catching up, get ourselves situated, and are ready to begin watching a movie. Just then, Emme joins us and has a surprised look on her face when she sees me lying behind Nina on the extended couch. I guess Nina in a relationship and being affectionate is just as much of a shock to her friends and family as it is to mine.

“Hi, sweetie. How was your Thanksgiving? Did you have a good time?” Victoria asks Emme.

“It was fine. Not much to tell.” She responds.

“You know Em, it’s pretty strange how we’ve known you for about five years or so and we’ve never met any of your family or friends. What gives?” Kade asks. Emme becomes uncomfortable in her stance. Kade catches on and decides to lighten her mood. “Boo, is it because you’re ashamed of me? Even I know how to conduct myself in public…for the most part.” He chuckles.

Emme remains silent. She’s clearly not amused.

“Glad you made it, hun. We were just about to watch a movie, just can’t seem to agree on one.” Nina states as she’s looking through her blu-ray collection.

“How about we have a
True Blood
marathon?” Emme suggests.

“I don’t get what’s with you girls and your damn fascination of vampires. You’re lucky the Viking vampire and the werewolf are serious eye candy.” Kade looks at everyone to see if we’re all in agreement with Emme’s choice.

We all agree. Before the first episode begins to play, I head to the kitchen to grab a beer. As I’m munching on some chips, Victoria spots me. “I’m glad you came into my daughter’s life. It’s been years since I’ve seen her this happy.” She takes a long pause. “Whatever you do, please don’t hurt her. If you do, she will remove you from her life for good. I would hate to see that happen. You two really compliment one another, it’s like you’ve known each other forever and simply belong together.”

“Victoria, I care about Valentina. I never knew I was suffocating until I met your daughter. She’s my breath of fresh air. All I know is that when I’m not with her, she consumes my daily thoughts. When we’re together, I can’t seem to get enough of her laughter and affection. Even when she’s upset with me, I find her feistiness amusing. I’m not perfect, but you have my word that I won’t purposely hurt her.” I look Victoria in her eyes and will her to see the truth behind my words. She responds by giving me a hug.

The remainder of the evening is spent completely relaxed. Kade argues a few times with the actors on the show, but for the most part I enjoy everyone’s company. Victoria leaves after watching a few episodes since she has to be at her bakery early in the morning. She’s anticipating a very busy day ahead of her.

Nina falls asleep in my arms while we’re watching
True Blood
. My intention is to get up and carry her to bed, but her peaceful appearance puts me in such a comfort state that I fall asleep right along with her. Even though we don’t have sex, the evening feels perfect and I’m able to have a good night’s rest.

On Black Friday, we sleep in, continue to lounge around, and agree to avoid the mall along with all shopping centers. In the afternoon, the four of us head to the gym to burn off some calories by getting in a kick ass workout.

That evening, Kade has plans to go out with some friends while Emme has plans of her own. I’m thankful for having Nina all to myself. We head back to my place for another relaxing night. Nina suggests we play poker. We agree on Texas Hold’em and decide to make it a drinking game. If she loses a round, she’ll be taking blow job shots; if I lose, I’ll have Satan’s vagina shots (per her request). Nina thinks she’s funny, so I go along and humor her. We set up our game, alcohol, and shot glasses on the coffee table in the living room and position ourselves on the floor.

We stray away from the rules. We both have one hundred chips; each is equivalent to one dollar. We agree not to have blind bets and no limit betting. If a player loses a round, they have to take a shot. Once a person is left with no chips, the loser has to do whatever the winner demands.

After I shuffle the cards, I deal her starting hand face down and do the same for myself. Then, I lay out the flop; three community cards face up in the center of the table between Nina and I, a nine of spades, a jack of hearts, and a queen of spades. I take a sip of my beer and observe Nina as she’s biting her lower lip, completely focused on our game. She bets one chip.

I laugh.
Clearly, she’s afraid to lose her chips and have to submit to me. No, no Miss Moretti…you will lose and you will be mine even if you choose to play at a snail’s pace.

I call her bet and raise her four chips. She sees my raise. Nina squints her eyes and gives me a pouty look. She knows I won’t allow her to play so conservatively. I deal the turn, the fourth community card which is a seven of diamonds. I stick to betting five chips. She matches my bet, but doesn’t raise me.

Awww…she’s so cute
.

I lay down the river, the final community card on the table, an eight of spades. She turns her serious expression into a beaming smile. She bets ten chips. I call her bet and raise her ten more chips. She matches my raise. If I lose, I won’t mind meeting her demands. The more I look at her, the harder it is for me to restrain myself from shoving my dick into her tight, slick pussy.

And…there goes my hard on…again
.

Simultaneously, we both drop our cards face up. She has a seven of diamonds and a ten of clovers. My hand consists of a two and four of spades. Since a flush beats a straight…I win. Immediately, I sense my horns pop out of my head.

“Baby, it’s time for you to drink up and remove a piece of clothing.” My devilish smirk matches perfectly with my invisible horns.

“Hey! We’re supposed to be playing a drinking game, not strip poker!” She makes a feeble attempt at sounding appalled.

“My house, my rules.” I’m all balls out.

Nina sighs dramatically and follows it with a sinful grin of her own. “You’re lucky I’m hot…otherwise, I’d keep my clothes on.” Slowly and seductively she removes her jeans. “If I would’ve known we were playing strip poker, I wouldn’t have taken off my shoes and socks as soon as we entered your house.” She gives me a sly sneer. “You wanna play dirty?”

Is it just me or did horns just come out of her head too?

“Fine, we’ll play dirty.” Nina replies to her own question. She’s left wearing a tight black t-shirt and leopard print panties with black lace.

Nina gets on her knees and slowly stretches her upper body across the coffee table to get the shaker that already has her mixed blow job drink inside. She stays in that position, shakes her drink, and pours it into a double shot glass. While she remains in this pose, her panties ride up her round, sweet ass. Her back curves make my mouth water. Right away, I crave to spank that soft, silky skin and caress it with my hands and my tongue.

Nina straightens and pounds her blow job shot. She smiles at me. “See something you like?”

“More than you can imagine. That ass of yours is amazing.” I gaze at her up and down. “I’d love to have your vagina.”

“What?” Nina asks.

“I’ll have the shot you made for me, Satan’s vagina.” I clarify.

Nina hooks up my shot. I take it to the head and chase it with my beer. “You know…I usually only drink cognac when I gamble, so know that I’m making an exception for you.” I wink at her. “Are you ready for the next round of our game?” I ask.

“But, of course!” Nina replies enthusiastically.

The next round Nina plays more aggressively, but still loses.
Forget being a gentleman and allowing her to win, I want her naked!
This time she removes her bra from underneath her shirt. Her nipples instantly peek through. She massages her large breasts over her shirt then takes her second blow job. Knowing her breasts are free makes me crave her even more. Since I can’t have her sex, yet…I have Satan’s vagina once again. The next round of our poker game, I lose. I remove my t-shirt and remain in my grey sweats and black tank top. I take my shot and surprisingly, Nina takes one also. The next game, Nina goes all in with her chips. She has a full house which is a pretty good hand, except when your opponent has a four of a kind. I win. My horns are now flashing and a lewd expression is clearly written all over my face.

Nina smiles and removes her shirt. She’s left wearing just her leopard print satin panties. Her ivory breasts are exquisitely full and silky with bright pink elongated nipples.

Funny…I don’t feel a draft. Yes, my baby wants me just as much as I crave her.

Nina maintains eye contact with me as she’s about to take her shot. She seductively licks her lips and “accidentally” drops a bit of her drink onto her breasts. She drinks the remaining of the blow job, grabs one of her breasts, and slowly licks it clean. She locks her gaze with mine, inserts her nipple into her mouth then grazes it with her teeth.