She blinks. Twice. “Can I have a tommy gun?”
“No.”
“I wanna be a gangster though,” she whines.
If you’re wondering where this is coming from, I bet Morgan let them watch Scar Face. Two weeks ago they watched Goodfellas and before that, Casino. We’re horrible examples to be raising girls.
I pat Camdyn’s head. “Don’t we all, sweetheart.”
I get the girls into bed, and when I come back into the kitchen, Morgan is still drinking with Kacy, and they’re laughing. I don’t like that she’s laughing with him. Possessive, I know, but I want every smile, every moan, every single hot gesture she makes, all to myself. I’m paralyzed by the idea of what that means.
I step forward and steal Morgan’s shot glass from him. “You can leave now. I don’t need you anymore.”
Morgan rolls his eyes but stands, regardless. “Fine, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That’s leaving a lot on the table,” I tease, unable to keep my eyes off Kacy. Now that I have her back at the house, I’m going to convince her staying here has a lot more perks than a hotel. My hospitality is fucking amazing.
Kacy doesn’t say anything as Morgan leaves, but she screws the top back on the whiskey and turns on the stool she’s sitting on. “Hey.”
I lick my lips and step closer, pushing myself between her legs. “Tired?”
“No, not really.”
Dipping my head forward, I push her sweater away from her collarbone and press my mouth to her warm skin. “Then come to bed, with me.”
Her hands travel up my sides, over my back, and trace my spine. “Is that a good idea? What if the girls wake up?”
“Then I’ll explain to them that sometimes boys let girls sleep in their beds so they can rub their parts together.”
“Oh my God.” She cackles. “That’s sounds odd on so many levels.”
“You’re right, it does.” I chuckle but sneak my hands around her ass and lift her up. After carrying her into my room, I close the door, lock it, and lay her on my bed. “Now, let me see this clit ring. I need to give it my full attention.”
Kacy arches her back, her legs widening, a soft moan falling from her lips. “Oh God, please. I’m dying to have you inside me again, Barron.”
My name whispered is my undoing. I practically rip her clothes off, and mine.
I’ve gone down on one girl my entire life and have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m not about to tell Kacy that. I’ve learned some things over the years—thank you, porn—but I’ve also never had any experience with a clit ring.
Guess what? You don’t need to know what you’re doing. You’ll figure it out when they encourage you by screaming your name like Kacy does. Keeping my mouth on her pussy, I take the pillow beside me and throw it over her face. “Shut up, or this is going to end before you come,” I warn her, my mouth nibbling on the inside of her thigh.
She takes the pillow and fists it between her hands, arching her back again. Her pussy is hot, swollen, and so fucking wet that I struggle to keep from moaning myself. Sucking her clit ring into my mouth, I use the tip of my tongue to stroke her clit softly. By the shaking of her thighs, I’d say she likes that. I slide two fingers inside her lips, warm, wet, absolutely perfect.
Driving my fingers inside of her, I trace them over her lips, lapping, sucking, biting, fucking her with my mouth and loving every goddamn beautiful second of it.
Her hips buck against me, and I have to hold her down, refusing to stop until I know she’s come. Her pussy contracts, gripping my fingers as I pump my hand in and out of her and my tongue wildly licking her clit.
And then she’s coming, pulsing around my fingers, writhing against my mattress and moaning into the pillow, something about that being amazing and the greatest orgasm she’s ever had. At least I heard it that way.
I drag myself up her body, wiping my mouth on my pillow. Gripping my cock firmly, I drag the head over her clit. She squirms, smiling at me. “That was amazing.”
“Best you’ve ever had?” I’m not expecting her to agree with me—I’m not stupid—but, she surprises me.
“Without a doubt.”
I growl out a needy breath as I push myself inside her. My eyes squeeze tight as she closes around me.
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.