The only damn thing I can think about is climbing into bed with Kara. We’ve busted our asses, finished out our last area faster than usual, and it had us all clocking out and heading home before the sun rose. I take the stairs double-time, keeping my ear out in case Scout starts barking but don’t hear a peep. A quick flick of the key in the door, and I’m inside my apartment.
A note greets me on the kitchen counter, and it has me moving even faster.
Dear Hot Guy Next Door,
I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.
Xoxo,
Pretty Girl Next Door
On top of the short but sweet letter is a set of keys. I keep them where she placed them, kick off my boots, leaving them near the door, and strip out of my clothes on my way through my place. I’m in the bathroom in no time, the water is steaming hot, and I’m moving at a record pace. It seems to be what I need and want when it comes to spending time with Kara.
I’m in and out within ten minutes, body washed, hair shampooed, and teeth brushed. I grab a pair of athletic shorts, slide my feet into a pair of slip-on shoes, walk out of the bedroom, snag both sets of keys on the counter as well as my phone, and head next door.
I make sure to be light on my feet as I open, close, and lock my door, Then take the few steps between our doors, where I repeat the process.
When I enter Kara’s apartment, a small lamp lightly illuminates the living area, and my eyes land on Scout. He’s snuggled on her couch, blanket half on top, half beneath him. He wags his tail, picks up his head, gives me a look asking why I interrupted his sleep, and goes back to sleep. I guess he doesn’t need to go out and wants to be left alone. My dog is helping me out in a big way.
I head to Kara’s bedroom. Another light is on inside, this one by her bedside, and that’s when I’m in for the surprise of a lifetime. One leg is cocked to the side, an oversized shirt rucked up near her hips, and not a stitch of fabric covers her bare pussy. It’s the scar on the backside of her leg that makes me take a deep breath. Everything she’s gone through—the wreck, losing Nellie’s mom, Nellie being born while she was in surgery, all the rehabilitation she went through, the repeated surgeries, and more rehab. Yet it didn’t knock her down. The hand she was dealt only made her pony up even more, and she came back swinging.
“Kara, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear after climbing into bed beside her. I’d have loved nothing more than to wake her up with my head buried between her firm thighs, but seeing as I noticed the bat she has propped near her bed, that isn’t happening.
“Hmm, Dean.” She arches her ass into my dick. My hand grips her hip, and the tips of my fingers slide inward.
“You want my mouth, or do you want to sleep?” I kiss a path along the slope of her neck.
“Your mouth. Always your mouth. I know it’ll be so much better than sleep.” She rolls over and lands on her back, eyes opening and a lazy smile on her lips.
“Fuck yeah, it is.” I move until I’m between her legs. My hands gather the shirt. She lifts her hips, arches her back, and then flings her arms up, helping me bare all her beauty to my eyes. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful, Kara.” My hands cup her breasts, thumbs gliding along her pebbled nipples as her legs hook behind my back, spurring me on.
“Dean,” she moans my name. My head drops, burrowing into her neck, where my lips nip and tease, moving away from her mouth to where she’s greedily begging me to give her what she wants. And as much as I want the same thing, getting a taste of her, feeling her come on my tongue, her thighs squeezing me tightly, I’m not willing to miss out on this moment.
I drop lower, licking one nipple, then the other, watching as they tighten further. Goose bumps dance along her skin. She shivers as I keep going back and forth, liking that she’s using my abdomen to get herself off. Too bad I won’t stay here for long. The first time she comes for me, it’ll be with my head buried between her thighs.
“More, please more.” I drag my tongue between the valley of her breasts. Her stomach concaves, pulling in with a strong inhale of breath. I continue down the middle of her abdomen while her hands cup the back of my head, pulling at the strands with each passing sweep of my mouth. I circle around her belly button, and that’s when I smell her.Her scent.I breathe it in deeply, my forehead resting against her, my hand gripping the back of her thigh, the other resting on the injured one. I take another breath, and there’s only one way to describe Kara Barlow.
Intoxicating.
Overwhelming.
Addictive.
She’s all that and more wrapped up in one delicious package.
I round her clit with the tip of my tongue, unable to resist the allure of her. My hand slides to her leg, fingers gliding along the path of her scars, worshiping them while I take my time on the sweetest pussy a man could ever fucking have.
“Fuck,” I groan when I slip a finger inside her wet heat. She instantly pulses around me, pulling deeper, begging for more in a silent way. “This good, sweetheart?” I mutter against her flesh. Her wetness is already coating me. She’s that ready for me.
“Yes, please.” When I slide another finger inside, her cunt tightens around me, and I’m wondering if she can take three. “Dean.” Her whimper has me putting that on the back burner for now. Instead, I wrap my lips around her clit and pull the flesh into my mouth, all while my thumb and fingers massage, touch, and memorize each raised scar, from the accident to the numerous surgeries, each incision a testimony to her will to keep fucking battling.
There will come a time when it’ll be my mouth kissing each and every one of them, showing her how much I love every piece of her. Including the tattoo she has in a delicate scroll,Nevertheless, she persevered.God, it’s sexy as hell, feminine, and one hundred percent the woman beneath me.
I’m tempted, so goddamn tempted, to pull my fingers out of her tight-as-hell pussy, yet I don’t, not when her thighs squeeze my head in place and her hands hold it there, too. She’s close, rocking her body, arching her back, breathing harder, faster, begging for more.
“Dean, right there.” Kara isn’t afraid to tell me what she likes, and damn if that doesn’t make my cock get harder. I redouble my efforts, going for fucking broke, wanting her to fall apart, allso I can put her back together again. Shit, I’d almost see if she could come a second time if it weren’t for the fact I’d probably do the same in my pants.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, pussy pulsing and body shaking. Her voice echoes in my ears, and I keep at it, pulling her orgasm out of her while doing what she likes, slamming my fingers in and out and sucking on her clit. I’m about to test her limit and use my teeth on the sensitive flesh when she comes undone. “Dean!” I’m smiling, happy that it’s me who can make her feel this much.
