“Fuck, Collin.” Her back arched.
“Please me, please,” she breathed.
“I will, but no dick tonight.”
“Not even between my lips.”
My head shot up from her neck. I peered at her sexy mouth. “These lips?”
“Yes.”
“Upstairs we go.”
“No. On the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.”
I grinned. “Oh yeah.” Scooping my brown beauty in my arms, I stalked over to the rug, and laid her down.
“Do you want to sleep down here?”
“I don’t know. Collin?”
She sat up on her elbows and stared into my eyes. “You aren’t really serious about us being a real couple?”
I broke our gaze and grabbed a fur throw off the sofa and then laid it beside us. “One hundred percent serious.”
“It’s not rational, Collin.”
“Oh, but you were ready for me to slide inside and impregnate you.”
“Says the man who pushed harder to prove a point. Seriously, you said you had condoms upstairs. Lay down, Collin.”
Kara straddled me and her soft lips swept across my hairy pecs. “I love your body,” she murmured.
Her tongue zigzagged along my chest then circled my abs. So many women had pleased me. But she was the only woman’s touch I now craved.
My palms caressed her back. Kara continued lower, until her lips crowned the head of my cock.
“I think you love my dick between your lips.”
Kara sucked the precum from the head like a lollipop.
“I’ll guide you.”
Fisting her ponytail, I guided her lips slowly down my cock. My lids lowered. “Just like that, Kara.”
I never said a chick’s name during sex. That was how I knew it was different with Kara. The personal characteristics of our union were most important to me.
Gradually, I pulled her head up and down. Her lips and tongue sliding up and down felt perfect.
“Suck the head, baby.” My eyes popped open, and I smiled at the drool rolling down the side of my cock.
“I love watching you suck my dick, Kara.”
She sucked faster.
I clenched my eyes shut. “I’m coming.”
My cum shot out like a torpedo down her throat. I opened my eyes just in time and watched her swallow every last drop. How long would I be able to hold out from making love to her? My lids lowered.
I couldn’t fuck Kara right away. We’d get there. She deserved to have a memorable first time. And so, did I. My first time was in a spare room at a high school party at fifteen. She begged me to fuck her. So I did. Wasn’t my finest hour. I used protection, of course. Only one chick had I fucked without protection in recent years. We exchanged clinical health reports. She asked if we could only fuck each other until she moved abroad. There wasn’t any cuddling. Strictly fucking. No way would I come inside her either. I pulled out every last time.
“Collin, where are you?” Kara’s pretty face hovered over mine.
I stroked her ass. “I’m here. Sorry. Not used to the intimacy. Usually, I rolled over, and I told the woman I’d call her tomorrow.” If I fucked her right now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull out, and she’d become pregnant before we were ready. Rephrase-- before I was ready. Kara could roll into motherhood and not miss a beat. Me, on the other hand, I had fucking daddy issues. My father was a prick. Kara was right; I needed to be a better dad than mine was to me.
My lips crushed hers. “I want to make love to you so bad.”
“Collin, I want to.”
She slid her slick pussy along my cock. I yanked that annoying band holding her locks out of her hair. I wanted to grip her thick tresses. Her hair cascaded around us. “You were amazing at sucking my cock. I have to have you all to myself. I’m falling for you fast. I know this isn’t normal.”
She squeezed my cheeks and her lips fell upon mine. My finger slid along the crack of her ass and into her warmth.
“Collin,” she whimpered. “I feel it coming.”
Wide eyed, I stared at my honey brown beauty. She gave men hope to be better. I wasn’t bullshitting when I told her the women were cut off. Kara’s moving right into my condo. I didn’t care if it was rash or out of character for me. I wanted her. No way I’d allow one of the small-town bastards to bad mouth me to my woman while we were apart.
I rolled over, lying Kara on her back. “Open those legs.”
Her knees hugged my torso. I peeked at her knee caps.
My brows rustled together. “What happened to your knee?”
“Knees.”
I glanced at the other.
“It’s from climbing rocks without knee pads. I was grounded for a week.”
My fingers slipped across the raised skin. Then, I leaned over and kissed each of her knee caps. “You’re still beautiful.”
She caressed my cheek. “Thanks. I have a few scars on my back too. I got wrapped up in a thorny vine.”
“Let me see.”
She lowered her legs and rolled over. My lips fell upon the raised skin on her back. “You’re so beautiful, Kara.”
“Collin,” she whimpered.
“I don’t care about your imperfections.”
My teeth sank into her ass cheek. “Shit,” she breathed.
I turned her on her side and lifted her leg.
“This is what you wanted, right?”
I sucked her labia into my mouth.
“Oh god,” she shrilled.
“Yeah, that’s what you wanted,” I groaned against her flesh.
“Collin, that feels so good.”
I sucked her clit as I laid her on her back. Gripping her thighs, I slid my tongue along her folds. Kara threw her pink pussy against my tongue again and again, clutching my hair.
“Oh shit.” Her body stilled and her delicious cum graced my tongue.
“Oh, yeah. This is perfect,” she shouted.
By the time she was done coming, I kissed her tummy and swiveled my tongue around her brown, taut nipples.
“I want you to be my first, Collin,” she cried.
“I know, Kara.” My lips swept over hers. She held me for dear life.
Her body finally calmed under my muscled frame.
“Once we’re upstairs, I’ll clean you up. We can watch the movie.”
“As long as I’m lying in your arms all night. That sounds great.”
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her upstairs. No T-shirt needed. After I cleaned her pussy, she climbed under the quilt. “Shit, maybe I should collect our clothes.”
“Nope.” I slipped under the quilt and pulled her closer.
“We’ll worry about it tomorrow.” My lips pressed against her shoulder.
She propped up her pillow against the headboard. “Play the movie.”
My nose slipped along her left breast. “Ok.”
Lying in my arms, I sniffed her hair as we watched the movie. I loved how her bare ass felt against my cock.
“Collin, your dick is poking me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it. Are you ok with it touching me and not being inside me?”
“You think you’re slick. I am not making love to you yet, Kara.”
She peeked up at me. “Honestly, what are you waiting for?”
“Until you’re in love with me.”
“Collin, that sounds so vain.”
“No, by that time, I’ll be completely head over heels in love with you.”
She grinned against my lips. “That’s so sweet. You sure have a lot of smooth lines for a man who had an abundance of one-night stands.”
I chuckled. “Never knew I had them in me until I met you.”
“This is too good to be true, Collin.” She wrapped my arms around her tighter.
“I guess your cock better get ready to meet blue balls. Because it will be a long time before I fall in love with you.”
“If you s
ay so, Kara.” My woman was already falling for me. A smile fell across my lips.
CHAPTER SIX
KARA
Free. That was how I felt being alone with Collin in Anchorage. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. On the train ride there, he told me how he couldn’t stop thinking about our time together at his place. I couldn’t either. It was absolutely perfect. We ignored the elephant in the room; my moving to California with the recent whorish bachelor. I was completely captivated by Collin. I’d been that way before he arrived. To learn the man, you had steamy sex with in your dreams wanted you too, was a little hard to wrap my mind around. A Greek God, with chiseled features, tall, muscles, abs, brown curly locks, and brown eyes that made you wetter than a wet dream. Yeah, that was how bad I had it for Collin.
He didn’t do well with competition. Meaning, he didn’t play nice. He basically told Garrett we were dating. That man was crushed. He’d liked me for years. I had no one to blame but myself. If I put my foot down and told each of the men who liked me, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be in a relationship with any of them, I wouldn’t feel so guilty. I felt guilty because I wasn’t clear. Maybe I got off on all the attention just a little. That wasn’t fair to any of them. Why did I have to be an asshole to drive my point home?
In the igloo the other night, I wanted Collin’s fingers inside my panties A.S.A.P. No one needed to hear me scream pure pleasure from my client’s fingers, stroking my pussy.
Pussy.
I felt like such an amateur, never saying that word aloud around a man. My freaky new boy toy wouldn’t have it any other way. I was beginning to enjoy my new freaky ways with Collin.
My lips wrapped around his cock felt delightful. Even better, he enjoyed it. He wasn’t trying to eat my pussy, but I figured he might be more inclined if I sucked his dick.
Collin never had a long-term girlfriend. Definitely not a live in. I’ve never left Alaska. It was time I enjoyed a little vacay of my own. He’d probably work most of the time. During which I’d enjoy L.A. Two weeks into my stay, he’d get restless and miss being free. At that time, I’d return home. He was right, we needed to use protection; I didn’t want to return, carrying the billionaire’s baby. Collin shattering my heart was inevitable, but right now I didn’t care. He was soon to be my first love. Falling for a guy like Collin was easy. I felt like superwoman when I was with him. He loved my adventurous ways. And I loved his need for adventure. He deserved this vacation.
Surprisingly, we didn’t get hot and heavy on our Anchorage excursion other than public displays of affection. The skiing, tobogganing, and shopping was exhausting. We passed out early each night. He said we’d make out in the hot tub in a couple of days. I looked forward to that moment.
~
“Good morning, Dad.” I wrapped my arms around him the moment I stepped behind the counter at our shop.
“Good morning, darling. You’re awfully chipper.”
I stepped back, then tapped a few keys on the computer.
“It’s all Collin.” I grinned from ear to ear.
He leaned against the counter, sipping a piping hot cup of coffee. “What do you plan to do once he leaves?”
My dad’s green eyes remained on me.
“He asked me to move with him to L.A,” I said, a bit nervously.
Dad straightened his back. “He did what?”
I turned on my heels, grabbed the coffee pot off the burner, and poured myself a cup. The mug read Kara The Best Tourist Guide.
Blowing the smoking coffee, I peeked at my dad over the rim, then sipped.
“I am taking a mini vacation. Dad, Earl, Kyle, and that new guy, George, will be plenty of help while I’m away. It’s only for a couple of weeks.” My heartbeat thudded my chest. Deep down, I wished our relationship would blossom.
He moved his red cap up and down. “You’ve never been away from home. Not to mention you hate flying. Are you in love with him?” he scowled.
“No, Dad. I’m just living a little.”
“When are you leaving?”
“In two weeks.”
“You get in trouble or you get scared. Anything. You call me.” He pointed. “I will be on the first plane, to that damn California. I hadn’t been there in years.”
I placed my mug on the counter and sank into my daddy’s arms. “I will, Dad.”
“I love you, Kara. You’re my little girl.”
“That’s right, Dad. Forever.” Tears bit the backs of my eyes.
I pulled back. “Dad, act like you weren’t aware I was leaving when Collin sits down with you to talk,” I sniffled.
He grumbled. “I’ll give him an ear full. Stealing my daughter.”
I leaned up on my tippy toes and pecked his cheek. “Going to work on the books.”
“All right.”
I sauntered into our office through the wood panel weathered hall. My father was a self-made man. He rounded out a little around the middle, but could still give tourists the best travel experience they ever had in their lives. Not seeing my father every day would crush my heart. Guess I’d have to call him on Facetime. Collin was right; it was definitely time for some me time.
~
“Hi ladies.” I threw my hands in the air as I approached our usual table in the middle of the bar.
Michelle and Chrissy’s jaws slacked.
I leaned over and hugged them both, respectively.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” Chrissy gave me a what the hell girl look.
Michelle is the total opposite. She wore the biggest inspector gadget grin. “Fill us in, bitch. I think you’ve been holding out. We haven’t seen you since the day your client Collin arrived.”
Shelly approached the table and took our orders. The second she stepped away, I peeked between my girls.
“Collin is definitely a pleaser.” I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at the ceiling.
Chrissy gasped. “Did you give him your V-card?”
“No, he said he wants to wait.”
Michelle pointed at Chrissy. “Ah, ha, I told you he wasn’t a douche.”
Chrissy waved her off. “Please, he’ll probably wait until the last day and pull a snatch and grab.”
She was right. Collin could change his mind at the last minute and bed me down right before he left town.
“Here are your drinks ladies,” Shelly stated, placing them before us.
Thank you fell around the table.
“No problem. Kara, do you know if Eric will be here tonight?”
“Shelly, probably.”
She grinned. “Is it all right if I date him?”
“Yes, go ahead. He and I are just friends.”
She gushed. “Great! I’ll return with your wings shortly.”
I nodded before she disappeared.
“Are you really letting Eric go?”
“Chrissy, he needs to move on. Even if things don’t work out with Collin and me, I can’t hold Eric back. It’s not fair.”
“Kara, you can’t help who you are. You have an infectious personality. Which is exactly why Collin fell for you.”
I grabbed her hand. “Thanks, Michelle.”
She sipped her whiskey sour, and I sipped my vodka seduction. “Not every day a woman’s crush likes them back.” I leaned in between them. “He said he’d like me to move to L.A. with him.” My cheeks heated.
Chrissy’s eyes widened. “Are you sure you didn’t fuck him?”
“No, but I did suck his dick,” I laughed.
They gripped my arms, screaming.
“Was he average?” Chrissy asked.
Michelle’s eyes grew in size. “Was he big?”
“Just know I ain’t mad. The way he pleases me.” I gripped the sides of the table and threw my head back.
“It was magical.”
The girls screeched again.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on over here?” Peter crossed his arms, glaring at us.
“Oh
sorry. We were just talking and got carried away, Peter.”
“Uh,” he grumbled. “Where’s the city boy?”
“At his cabin. He’ll probably be over soon. He wants to watch the game.”
Chrissy arched a brow. “Are you going back to his place?”
“Why would she do that? She just met the guy,” Peter huffed.
“Peter, Kara’s a grown woman and can have sex with any man she wants. Doesn’t matter if the guy leaves soon. Or, that he wants to take her with him,” she snickered.
I exhaled. “Michelle, stop.”
“Kara, you can’t be serious.”
“What I do in my personal time is my business,” I growled.
“He’s no good for you. Kara, you know how I feel about you.”
“Peter, I know. What do you want me to say? I can’t tell you what you want to hear. I’m sorry.”
His eyes darkened.
Shelly stepped beside him. “Pete, a customer needs you at the bar.”
He rolled his eyes and walked away.
I peeked at Shelly. “Thank you.”
“No problem, girl. I’ll bring another round.”
We threw our fists in the air.
I wouldn’t let Peter ruin my good vibes. He’d kissed me twice over the years. Each time against my will. He apologized profusely. Said he couldn’t help how he felt about me and that he just wanted the best for me, even if it wasn’t him. Was that the truth? A chill shot up my spine at the thought of our last encounter. I hadn’t told anyone about his advances. I thought we left them in the past. Not sure if I should have told Collin about Peter. I’d only told him the good, not the confusing.
Shake it off, Kara.
Tonight, I was definitely headed back to Collin’s place. We hadn’t seen each other in two days. I miss him already. That was bad. Missing him.
You’re in love with the stereotypical GQ cover model. What’s wrong with you? You had your pick of the litter in Talkeetna. If you only could be half as attracted to Garrett or Eric like you are to Collin, you’d be settled down right now. No confusion if they’d love you or not. No confusion if they’d get bored with you and send you packing.
I clenched my eyes shut in an attempt to shake off the fear of rejection.
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