by Shey Stahl
“I bet.” Morgan rips the whiskey from her and takes a shot from the bottle. “Make any detours?”
Kacy keeps a smirk at bay. “We stopped so I could show Barron my jewelry.”
Morgan’s eyes drift from her face to her neckline. “You’re not wearing any.”
She winks at him, and I fight back laughter. “That you can see,” she says, taking the bottle back.
He looks at me with raised eyebrows, but I don’t say anything.
“Daddy!” Camdyn says, coming around the corner wearing her pajamas, with wet hair, and a brush in her hand. “You came back!” she says, excitement in her soft voice as she hugs Kacy.
My heart tugs in my chest, seeing her attached to Kacy as much as I am.
She climbs up on the stool next to Morgan and hands me the brush. “I don’t want to go to school anymore. I want to be a gangster.”
I shoot Morgan a glare, knowing exactly what’s happening here. Threading the brush through her hair, I kiss the top of her head. “Like a rapper… or are we talking tommy gun and on the run with a guy named Clyde?”
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.
“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?”
He shrugs, zipping his jacket higher and adjusting his gloves. “Didn’t know if your house guest changed your plans.”
“No.” Other than me fucking her in every position I can think of, no, she hasn’t changed my plans. “She’s eating with us, but it’s still on.”
“Can Lil come?”
I bust out laughing. “You’re still married, your wife refuses to leave, and you’re bringing another girl to dinner?”
He shrugs. “If I’m going down, might as well do it in a glory of flames.” He puts his hat back on. “Besides, Carly moved out this morning. Said all she wanted was half our savings.”
My eyes widen. “What? Really?”
“Legally she’s allowed to half of it.”
“Because you’re an idiot,” I remind him.
He stares me down, daring me to say something else.
“I never said I wasn’t either,” I’m quick to add before he punches me in the face.
Then I think about his situation. When Tara and I got married at eighteen, we didn’t have shit. Dad hadn’t given me the repair shop yet. I didn’t have the house. We were living in a single wide trailer on my dad’s property when Camdyn was born. It wasn’t until after Sev was born and Tara left that I started building the house, and dad handed the business over to me.
Morgan, that’s a different story. He’s the firstborn Grady boy. The ranch was his before he was a year old, and he risked it all marrying Carly. He’s fucking lucky all she wants is half their savings.
“What’d Johnny have to say?” Morgan asks, stepping toward the four-wheeler and then swinging a leg over it.
“Said he wanted to see the girls.”
Morgan rolls his eyes. “Fuck that.”
If you had any doubt we’re brothers, that line there pretty much sealed the deal.
As Morgan’s leaving, Kacy comes out of the office. She’s still filing and doing odd shit around here like I’ve hired her. I have. To suck my dick on a daily basis.
Oh, come on. I’m joking.
Kinda of.
She smiles at me, standing in front of me. I drop my eyes to her tits. “What are you doing back here? Trying to distract me?”
“Yes, and no. The girls said tonight’s some kind of spaghetti night. Do you want me to stay at a hotel?”
I glare at her. “We’ve been over this before. You’re not staying at a fucking hotel.”
Her eyes darken, but not with rage or annoyance for me. It’s lust. “I love it when you get bossy.”
I sneak a glance around the shop and then grab her ass when I see that no one is watching. “You haven’t seen bossy yet, honey.”
“Fuck. Stop using that accent. It makes me wet.”
“In that case,” I shove her inside the parts room and shut the door behind me, locking it. “Get on your knees.”
And then we’re at it again. This time she’s sucking my dick while I hold onto a parts shelf for support, because I fucking need it. She takes me into her mouth, further than I expected, and I hit the back of her throat. Gripping me at the base, she sucks harder, and I lose it. I’m struggling, trying not to come within a minute, but it’s not an effort I care to fight long.
She pauses, licking my tip and smiling up at me, reaching for one of my hands. “Fuck my mouth,” she breathes and then goes back to giving me the best blow job I’ve ever gotten in my life.
I do as she asks, guiding her head up and down. At some point I spin us so I’m leaning against the wall for support and cradling her face in my hands. I can’t imagine how this must look if someone were to come in here, but I don’t care because I’m about to come in her mouth.
The pressure builds, her head bobbing faster, and before the tension can peak, her right hand that’s flat on my thighs cups my balls as she moans around me. “Come in my mouth,” she begs.
And I do in the next second, her plea pushing me over the edge. I stifle the grunt that leaves my lips, pushing into her once more, the purest pleasure imaginable surging through me.
Without a word, she stands up, my cock twitching between us.
I yank her to my chest and hold tight. “You can never leave Texas.”
She laughs. “That good, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
A man who loves his kids is one worth keeping.
KACY
“I not want sauce!” Sev screams at her dad, crying. She’s having a meltdown kind of day. She woke up pissed off and hasn’t recovered.
And Barron, he’s patient with her, but you can tell he’s ready to lose his shit at any minute. “I wasn’t going to put sauce on your damn noodles.” He picks her off the chair she’s standing on, crying. “Now go wash your hands for supper.”
She scowls, crossing her arms over her chest. “No!”
“Sevyn Rae Grady, you do not want to know what happens when I get to three.”
Her arms stiffen at her sides, and she growls at him. “Fine. But I not using soap dis time.”
Rolling his eyes, Barron turns her toward the bathroom. “Go.”
Camdyn holds up her wet hands, having listened to him the first time. “I did it already.”
Hell, his fatherly tone even has me washing my goddamn hands and wanting to rip his clothes off his body.
Lillian, who’s drinking from a bottle of wine, holds it up. “I’m empty. Is there more in the storm cellar?”
You know what I love about Lillian. Her crazy is right up front in your face. You can see it. And I want to be her best friend. I’ve never had a best friend,
but I chose her.
Barron nods. “Yeah, I’ll grab a bottle.” And then he reaches my hand. “Morgan, keep an eye on the girls.”
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m being yanked down to a storm cellar I didn’t even know existed. “Is this like a basement?”
“Yeah, kinda, but there’s outside access, and that door is steel.” He motions with a flick of his hand over his shoulder.
“For what?” I glance around as we move down the metal stairs into a dark room. Is this where he murders me?
“We have tornados here. You gotta have someplace to hide.”
The way he says someplace to hide makes me think he comes down here for more than storms.
Before I know it, he pushes me up against a wall and is working on his belt. “Sometimes, they drive me fucking crazy,” he mumbles, his tone off.
Okay, I see what this is. He’s about to lose his shit on the little one, and fucking me is a distraction. Sadly, I’ll take it because I can’t get enough of him. All I’ve thought about today is that blow job I gave him in the parts room, and how desired I felt when he was cradling my head in his hands, coming in my mouth. You’re messed up, Kacy.
Yeah, but this guy wants me.
And believe me, I’m fully aware that I’ll need therapy if I leave here.
Barron and I haven’t stopped fucking. Everywhere. Closets. Parts rooms. His bed, the bathroom shower. Every day, at least twice. It’s clear he’s gone years without sex because he’s like that kid I lost my virginity to that treated me like a pocket pussy anytime he needed to get off. We were sixteen, but come on, four times a day, every day… bit much if you ask me. And I also had what seemed like a permanent bladder infection.
That’s beside the point. Sex with Barron. Addicting. I can’t even look at him wearing Carhartt and that sexy black beanie cap that makes his eyes look exotic without spreading my damn legs for him.