Dean’s scent.
Dean’s voice.
Dean’s taste.
Dean’s touch.
“I’m good, so, so good.” The tips of my fingers dig into the muscles in his back when he swivels his hips, grinding his pelvis along my clit.
I come alive.
My body has a mind of its own, undulating to each plunge of his hips.
“Fuck.” I clamp down on his length when the edges of my orgasm attempt to pull me under before I’m ready.
“Close.” I don’t get any other words out. Dean’s mouth slams onto mine, tongue diving in, and he swallows my moans. My world goes dark right before bright lights flash behind my eyelids.
“Look at you,” he grunts when I rip my mouth away. “All hot for me.” A forward glide, then he continues pulling back. “And coming around my cock.” He plunges into the hilt, holding still as my pussy ripples around him.
“Dean!” I call out, my voice hoarse and my body shaking as I try to form an intelligible response, but nothing comes.
“Goddamn, Kara. You’re taking me with you.” He doesn’t stop. What he does do is change the momentum at which he was going to short and deep, hard and fast. His body locks up, and I open my eyes at the right time. Dean’s head tips back, his muscles straining, and I’m caught in the crosshairs of another orgasm rolling off the last one. My eyes close no matter how hard I try to hold them open, and I come again right along with him.
11
Kara
It’s been a couple of weeks since I moved into my apartment, met Dean, and started my new job at Barlow Auto Repair. Life has settled in, completely. Routines are in place between work, my relationship with Dean, and my brother being the softie he is, letting me bring Scout in the afternoons. I secretly think it’s prolonging the process between Nellie and Sable ganging up on him to get a puppy of their own.
I’ve just returned from picking up Scout from Dean’s place. Our routine is as follows: we pick one person’s place, then alternate nights. Scout enjoys any place as long as he’s with his people. In the morning, Dean comes home, and I head out. Scout stays with him, and when I take a break for lunch to come home, I bring Scout back with me.
It also gives Dean and me nearly a full hour without any interruptions. The first time I surprised him with lunch, the food was forgotten, and we landed in bed. Needless to say, I ate on the way back to work with Scout safely secured in the backseat, listening to him howl. He’s a food monster and will scrounge up any crumbs he can. He’ll also beg for food, hoping his puppy eyes that are oh so cute will make you feed him.
Today was a little different. Dean texted me earlier, telling me he had a meeting with the big honcho guy today and wouldn’t be at the apartment. I still swung by, made a quick sandwich,and took Scout for a short walk before I loaded him up in the car and headed back to work.
“You’re back early. Everything okay?” Colt asks me as we make our way into the office, Scout’s feet tapping away, snout in the air, and tail wagging happy as can be.
“Yeah, Dean had a meeting, and I’ve got a huge stack of invoices to work through. I might as well work.” I’m shocked Colt didn’t know already. He and Dean talk like they’re best friends; they have a little bromance going on half the time. My parents love Dean, too, as does Nellie, though I think that’s because he lets her do whatever she wants with Scout.
“Shit, that’s got trouble written all over it.” Colt changes the subject so abruptly that I have whiplash.
“What does? Dean’s meeting? I hope not.” I worry my bottom lip and unhook Scout from his leash once the door is closed behind me. Mom and Dad had this area configured when we were little, an area to confine us while still giving us a place to play. It’s since been used for Nellie when she was young, and it’s now in use for Scout.
“Nah, not that. Look outside.” Locke from Locke and Key Tow is in the parking lot, which isn’t an unusual sight. It’s the car on the flatbed that is.
“Oh shit, you think her brother knows yet?” I ask Colt as Jade slides out of the driver’s side. Locke’s hands are on her hips, and there’s a smile tugging at her lips.
“Not a chance in fucking hell. Those two are asking for trouble, no doubt about it.” Jade’s brother, Jace, is best friends with Locke. There’s also a bit of an age difference between them, and if I thought Colt was overprotective, well, he has nothing on Jace.
“You'd better get out there, or else something will happen in our parking lot, and Nellie is due to come back from school any minute now,” I tell him, moving closer to the computer.
“Fuck, that’s her car on the wrecker, too. Jace will be here in two minutes flat if he’s not already flying down the road on his bike.” Colt speaks from experience on this, probably because it wasn’t long ago that he’d do the exact same thing for me. If it weren’t for Dean, he probably still would.
“Great,” I say as Scout lets out abarooof a howl.
“I’m outta here, and heads up, your man’s heading this way.” Just as he says it, Dean is walking inside. In his usual baseball cap, button down company shirt, jeans, and boots, he looks as delicious as usual. My mouth waters, my spine tingles, and my insides quiver. Every single time I’m around him, my body lights up, my heart races, and my eyes instantly lock on his.
“What’s up, Colt? Everything good?” he greets my brother, shaking his hand and slapping his back in that way only men do.
