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Fuck. Don’t come the second you enter her.
Wait!
With my weight on my elbows, I search for some sort of composure before I move.
Kacy touches my face, my rough jawline. I stare down at those beautiful blue eyes. “What?”
“I just… really like you.” I laugh, my hips moving forward, pushing into her. “I’m obsessed with you,” I mumble, pressing my lips to hers. “And I’m not letting you leave.” Like how I slipped that in there? Maybe she doesn’t notice, but I do because she doesn’t object.
In fact, she tells me, “Fuck me harder.”
So I do. I pull out and thrust back inside. “I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop.” I’ll fuck her until my heart gives out because the need for it is that consuming.
She cries out, clinging to my shoulders, her breath hitching. Deep inside her, my balls hit her, and they’re soaked immediately. My eyes practically roll back and I’m consumed with need. Everything else fades away, and I lose myself in the one beneath me. I can’t possibly be deep enough, fuck her hard enough, and… like her enough. Because the truth is, I’m past that after just four days. I’ve hurled myself over the edge for the girl who slammed into me with bright blue eyes and shooting whiskey.
I lick and suck all around her throat, giving her every bit of myself I have to give. I lose track of time, and all that exists is me inside her, desperate for eager kisses and her moans. Heat licks my balls, and I know what’s about to happen. I’m coming before I can stop myself, but this time I pull out. I want to paint my cum on her body, eager to let her know who she belongs to, even if she doesn’t know it yet. A shiver rips down my spine as I come, my cock throbbing as I grip it hard, stroking even faster.
I lift my head, kneeling between her legs, and she smiles up at me. “That’s hot,” she whispers, taking a swipe of my cum and sucking it between her lips.
I think I just found my soul mate.
Can you divorce them too?
BARRON
When I said I was obsessed with Kacy, that might have been a bit of an understatement because I’ve had a constant hard-on since last night when I came on her stomach, and she tasted it. I’ve literally pictured it in my head, over and over again, to the point where I’m thinking of either sneaking into the bathroom to take care of this insistent need or finding her so I can fuck her again.
Come on, get your shit together.
Thursday morning, I’m finishing up with Kacy’s car, other than the alignment I still need to do, when Tara’s dad walks in. All my sexual thoughts of Kacy cease, and I’m angry for reasons I can’t explain. I’d love to say that when Tara left, I didn’t have any reminders of her. It’s not the truth though. I have two kids that remind me of her every day, and her parents. Her dad for the most part. Johnny Vernon, he’s a car salesman and not someone you can easily ignore. Which means he’s constantly bringing cars by for me to look at.
“When are you bringing the girls by? We’d like to see them for Christmas this year.”
Sighing, there’s an aching feeling in my chest. I don’t want to be that guy that keeps his kids from knowing their grandparents, but sadly, I am. Because of Tara. I’m bitter and angry at how she left, and like it or not, I’ve taken it out on Johnny and his wife. “We’ve been busy.”
There’s curiosity in his steel-gray eyes as he leans into the side of the building, his burly arms crossed over his chest. “I heard you have a lady friend staying with you.”
Lady friend? Ha.
“We’d like to see the girls,” he adds. “Holly really misses them.”
I stare into the distance over his shoulder, unable to let him know the girls are in the office and if he really wanted to see them, he could. “I know. I’ll bring them by.”
And then he hits me with it, disappointment in his hard eyes. “Why haven’t you signed the papers?” Like it or not, Tara is his only daughter. Of course he’s always going to look out for her, regardless of how fucked up things are between us.
“I have my reasons,” I bite back, my jaw clenching. I notice Jace and Rhett in the shop, watching us, probably taking bets on whether or not today is the day I finally take a swing at Johnny. Believe me, it’s tempting.
“And she had hers,” he adds, as if she did. Funny, I remember her telling me this life was never for her. Her reasons were selfish.
I run my hand over my face, frustrated. “Well, it’s been fun. You can drive around back. Repair orders up front.”
Johnny, he’s never liked me. I can’t say he’s my favorite either, but I did earn the hatred. Hello, I knocked up his daughter while she was still in high school. I can understand why he hates me, because I’d kill the little motherfucker if a boy did that to my girls.
But defending Tara’s actions for abandoning her kids? That’s where my problem with him lies.
Morgan shows up at the shop on a four-Wheeler as Johnny’s leaving. Removing his cowboy hat, he shakes the ice from his hat. “Dinner still on tonight?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”