“That’s a stupid question.” Kristy huffed.
“Why is that stupid?”
“Have you looked in a mirror in your life?” Kristy waved her hand up and down in front of him.
“Yes, but is that it?” Physical attraction wasn’t something to build any kind of relationship.
“Sure, your looks were the first thing that got my attention but watching you over the years helping my family and protecting them made you a hell of a lot more attractive than your looks ever could.” Kristy’s hand cupped his cheek, and he covered it with his own hand.
“It was my job, Kitten.” Dean closed his eyes when her thumb stroked his lower lip.
“It might be your job, but that’s not the only reason.” She moved closer, and he was powerless.
“Kitten, I’m not the right guy for you,” Dean whispered.
“That’s not what Aunt Cora says.”
Dean rolled his eyes. He was well aware of Cora’s opinion on the subject of them as a couple, and no matter how often she’d been right it was hard for him to believe Kristy was meant to be with him.
“I thought you didn’t believe your aunt’s special gift.” Dean sighed.
“She’s never been wrong.” Kristy moved her face closer, and he kept his gaze locked on hers. “Never.” She whispered as her lips brushed against his.
“Kitten, this isn’t a good idea.” Dean rasped.
“Are you telling me you don’t want this?” Kristy moved closer to him and allowed her lips to linger longer against his.
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Kitten.” He really should stop her but fuck she felt so good. The memory of the kiss the first day had his cock aching for the last three days.
“Does it matter what I want? Don’t you want to get lost for a while and put this terrible day in the back of your mind? If only for a short time.” Kristy lightly nipped his jaw it sent a shiver through his body.
“You don’t need to be involved in the middle of all this shit.” Dean lifted her until she straddled his legs. “I told you earlier today that I’d tell you everything and I did mostly.”
“Mostly?” Kristy pulled back and gazed into his eyes.
“I didn’t tell you about how I feel about you.” Dean cupped his hands on her cheeks.
“Are you going to tell me now?” Kristy turned her face and kissed his palm.
“You deserve so much more than I can give you right now.” Dean studied her face as if she would disappear at any second. Her long brown hair was braided and hung over her shoulder above her breast. Her tiny button nose wrinkled when she stared at him with confusion. Her plump lips were slightly open as she waited for him to continue.
“Everything in my life is so fucked up right now. My sister is facing a long time in jail for a murder I know she didn’t commit, my niece, her daughter, is dead, and I have no idea who would want to kill her.”
“My dad’s here to help, and I’m going to call a lawyer friend tomorrow.” Kristy ran her hands over the top of his head, and he couldn’t keep the groan inside. Her touch was heaven.
“Kitten, I don’t want you involved in my sister’s shit, and she has a lawyer. He’s not doing much, but she does have one.” He had trouble getting the words out because she’d allowed her hands to move from his head down the sides of his face to his neck.
“I’m not letting you push me away anymore, Dean Nash.” Kristy leaned forward until her nose was touching his and stared into his eyes. “Or should I call you Augustus.”
“Nobody ever called me that.” Dean chuckled.
“Dean is better. By the way, the way that beard is coming in is sexy as hell.” It was the last thing she said before she covered his mouth with hers. He dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her tighter against him. He couldn’t fight it anymore, and he didn’t want to.
Dean plunged his tongue into her mouth as Kristy tugged at his shirt. He didn’t want to let her go to remove it but she was stronger than he ever thought and she pushed back to lift it over his head.
“Your body’s a work of art,” Kristy whispered as her hand glided over his chest and arms.
“Kitten, you’re a work of art.” Dean slid her tank top up and over her head. Her nipples were hard and a shade darker than her pale skin.
“I have two tattoos, but they aren’t as beautiful as yours.”
“I’ve only seen the one here.” Dean ran his fingers over her shoulder where she had the O'Connor family crest inked. He knew everyone one in Kristy’s family had the same tattoo somewhere on their body. It was a family tradition.
“The other is a little lower.” Kristy smiled and eased the waistband of her pajamas on the left side. Next to her left hip was a small tattoo with the word love written in such a way that it resembled a heart.
“That’s pretty cute.” Dean ran his finger over the ink.
“You’re pretty cute.” Kristy ran her finger across one of his nipples and smiled. “I always wanted to see these piercings up close and wondered if it’s the only piercing you have.”
“It’s the only one.” Dean chuckled because he knew what type of piercing she meant.
“Aww. I was kind of hoping…” Kristy slid her hand between them and cupped his rock-hard cock.
“Mmm… Sorry to disappoint.” Dean closed his eyes as she rubbed him through his jeans.
“This isn’t a disappointment.” Kristy popped the button on his jeans.
“I think this would go much better if we could go to your bedroom.” Dean grinned.
“You think I’m afraid to go in there?” Kristy narrowed her eyes as she leaned in to nip his bottom lip.
“You’ve been spending all your nights out here, right?” Dean twirled his finger in the air referring to the living room.
“That’s different. I won’t be in there alone tonight, now will I?” Kristy eased off his lap and slid her pajama pants off, so she stood in front of him with only a green pair of boy short underwear.
“Fuck,” Dean’s breath came out in a long whoosh.
“Maybe we can if you’d stop sitting there and follow me.” Kristy backed away from him crooking her finger in that come here motion.
“Are you sure about this?” Dean stood slowly.
“Dean, I’ve wanted this for more than eight years.” Kristy moved toward him and pressed against him.
Her warm skin against his made him shudder with need. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he made his way to the bedroom. He held her with one hand as he squirmed to open the door to the bedroom. It wasn’t easy with her sucking on his ear and whispering all the dirty things she wanted them to do together.
“Kitten, you’re gonna make me come before we get to the bed.”
“Don’t you have more stamina than that, Big guy.” Kristy grinned when he lowered her to the bed.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been giving me a bad case of blue balls for so long I’m surprised I didn’t come when you took off your top.” Dean eased down next to her.
“Oh no, you don’t. Jeans off.” Kristy purred as she slid her hand down the length of her leg.
Dean rolled over and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes. Once he was naked, he positioned himself above her. Her blue eyes darkened as she let her gaze travel down his body.
“You really are a big boy.” Kristy grinned and wrapped her small hand around his engorged cock.
“Kitten, you’re killing me.” Dean groaned when she stroked him painfully slow.
“I want you, Dean,” Kristy whispered and pulled him down on top of her, and he covered her mouth with his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around.
Her moans had him on the brink of losing all control and when she grabbed his ass and squeezed. It took everything he had to pull back before he slammed into her.
“Con.. fuck…. Condom.” Dean panted.
“Drawer,” Kristy breathed as she nipped at his neck.
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br /> Dean fumbled with the small drawer in the nightstand, and she wiggled under him to rid herself of the only piece of clothing between them.
What was he doing? He was about to bury himself inside the one woman he knew was not going to be a one night stand. Kristy worked her way into his heart and taken up residence. He loved her there was no doubt in his mind but he sure as hell wasn’t ready to tell her that.
“Dean, what’s wrong?” He hadn’t realized that he’d sat up and was staring into space.
Kristy knelt next to him with her hand on his shoulder like a wet dream come to life and so beautiful that it took his breath away.
“You’re having second thoughts, aren’t you?” Kristy sighed.
“Not second thoughts because I want you more than I could ever tell you. All you have to do is look between my legs and see that but Kitten, is this what you want?” Dean lay down and pulled her down next to him. “Do you want to start something with me in the middle of this shit storm?”
Kristy tilted her head back and turned his face toward her. For a moment she stared into his eyes and stroked his face. As aroused as he was he would have been perfectly happy to lay there staring into her blue gaze.
“It seemed to work for my cousins.” Kristy smiled.
She wasn’t wrong because all five of her cousins that were married didn’t exactly have a calm and smooth start to their relationships.
“You may be right there, but I despise the thought of you being in any kind of danger. Your father will kick my ass if you get hurt.” Dean picked up a piece of her hair and twisted it around his finger.
“How can a guy your size be afraid of my dad?” She smiled.
“I respect your father.” Dean tapped his finger against her button nose.
“My dad respects you too, and all of my family he cares about you.” Kristy pushed herself up on her elbow and pressed her body against his.
“If he knew I was in your bed right now with both of us naked he’d have my nuts in a vice.” Dean chuckled.
“Dean, are we just going to lay here and talk about my dad because I’ve got to tell you, it’s kind of a turn-off.” Kristy lowered her head and flicked her tongue against his piercing moving the barbell.
“You aren’t playing fair.” Dean moaned.
“Why are you fighting it?” Kristy swirled her tongue around his nipple and lightly suck it into her mouth.
“Jesus, …. I don’t … Fuck…. I don’t want you to regret being with me down the road.” Dean’s voice cracked not only because she wasn’t easing her teasing but because the thought of losing her made it hard to breathe.
“The only thing I will regret is it taking so damn long to be with you.” Kristy slid her hand down the center of his chest and over his stomach.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Dean groaned when her hand closed around his erection.
“I can protect myself.” Kristy kissed her way down the middle of his chest. “Can we forget the outside world for tonight and give in to what we’ve wanted for so long.”
Kristy’s hand slowly stroked his throbbing dick, and her hot mouth moved down over his stomach. It was making it so hard to catch his breath. Never in his life had a woman had such an effect on him. Kristy was barely touching him with her mouth, and it was driving him crazy.
“You’re so damn sexy, Dean.” She whispered as she released his cock from her grip and ran her two index fingers down over his hips. “Every time I’ve seen this V it makes me drool.”
“Kitten, you’re torturing me.” Dean flipped her over onto her back, and she squeaked.
“Then stop torturing me.” She whispered, and he couldn’t hold back anymore as he covered her mouth with his.
Dean slid his hand up over her smooth hip while his tongue plunged into her mouth. Her moans had him ready to explode. He pulled his mouth away from hers to pull in much-needed air. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. Dean lowered his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, Dean.” Kristy gasped, and her back arched off the bed.
“So responsive, Kitten,” Dean growled. “Makes me wonder if other parts of you are the same way.”
He lifted his head and moved his hand down her flat stomach to between her legs. Dean didn’t like when women shaved themselves bare but appreciated when they trimmed the area. Kristy definitely kept herself groomed, and the auburn curls was lighter than the hair on her head.
“You aren’t a real brunette, Kitten.” Dean places soft kisses across her stomach.
“No, but not many people know that. Consider yourself a member of the private club.” She gasped when he flicked his tongue quickly against her swollen clit.
“Why do you cover up that you’re a natural redhead.” Dean flicked his tongue against her clit again.
“Ahh…. Years of being teased… ahh… in school.” Kristy groaned when he slowly slid a finger inside her wet heat.
“You shouldn’t hide who you truly are.” Dean ran his tongue between her folds.
“God, yes. Do we have to discuss my hair color right now because we could also discuss why you shave your head?” Kristy groaned.
Dean didn’t say another word. He pressed his tongue against her clit and slid a second finger inside her. She arched off the bed when he rolled her clit between his teeth. It was fucking beautiful.
“Ahh… Dean…. Yes.” She moaned a few seconds later, and he pulled his fingers from inside her and drove his tongue into her wetness.
“So damn tasty,” Dean growled as he moved over her.
“You’re pretty great with that mouth. Are you gonna show me how you do with the big boy?” Kristy purred and ran her nails lightly down his back making him shiver.
“Big boy does just fine.” Dean grabbed the condom he’d dropped earlier and ripped it open with his teeth.
As he slid between her legs and rolled the condom on to his erection, Kristy reached for him. She pulled him down until he was laying on top of her. She placed a soft kiss against his lips and ran her hand over the top of his head. There was something about her caressing his bald head that was erotic, and he could feel it in his cock.
“How do you do that?” Dean moaned and dropped his head to the crook of her neck.
“I want you inside me,” Kristy whispered into his ear right before she nibbled his earlobe.
Dean moved his hips until the head of his cock slid between her slippery folds. He could feel the heat from her entrance even through the condom. He eased his hips forward until the head slipped inside her.
“Ahhh… deeper.” Kristy lifted her hips, and he slipped deeper inside.
“You’re so tight.” Dean panted.
“It’s been a while.” Kristy wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper.
“I know this makes me a fucking ass, but that’s so good to hear.” Dean gave one more thrust, and he buried himself completely inside her. “Fuck.”
“Yes… you feel so damn good inside. I feel so full.” Kristy whispered.
Dean slowly moved his hips thrusting his throbbing cock deep inside her over and over. Keith had told him the first time he made love to his wife that he knew he’d never want anyone else. At that moment Dean knew exactly what his friend meant.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Dean cupped her cheek and slowly made love to her.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. It’s so much better than I imagined.” Kristy pulled his head down and covered his mouth with hers.
Their tongues twisted together as he plunged inside her over and over. His orgasm hit him fast, and his body convulsed. Seconds later Kristy shuddered under him.
He did his best to keep the bulk of his weight from crushing her. Her warm breath blew across his ear making him shiver. Dean raised his head to gaze down at her, and she grinned as she ran her hands over the top of his head. His dick jumped as if she'd touched it. He never thought light touches over his bald head could arouse him, but every ti
me Kristy did it was as she touched every intimate part of his body.
“You like when I do that don’t you?” Kristy chuckled.
“When you do it, yes.” Dean brushed his lips across her cheek.
“I wish I’d figured that out years ago.” Kristy smiled.
Dean flipped them over, so he was on his back it elicited the cutest squeak from her. She lay on top of him his cock still buried inside her. With everything that happened over the last twenty-four hours, the last thing he expected was to be holding the woman who burrowed into his heart and taken up residence. She didn’t know that.
Kristy crossed her hands over his chest and rested her chin on her folded hands. Her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight shining through her window. Her hair hung over her shoulder and pooled on top of his chest. He wasn’t sure when she removed the braid. She seemed to be studying his face, and his body tensed when her face turned serious.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was slightly above a whisper.
“I’m grrrreat.” Dean smiled as he did his version of Tony the Tiger.
“Dean, I mean… Peyton.” Kristy stared into his eyes.
His smile disappeared, and he took a deep breath. He hadn’t forgotten what had happened, but he couldn’t let himself go there until he knew who took Peyton’s life before her time. Sure, she probably didn’t have a lot of time, but that didn’t give anyone the right to take what she did have left away from her.
“Kitten, I’m okay. I don’t have time not to be. In less than six hours I’ve got to tell my sister that her only child is not only dead but murdered. The daughter she asked me to protect.” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to talk about Peyton at that moment.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Kristy cupped his cheek.
“I picked that place because it’s the best in the province.” Dean closed his eyes.
“Please, don’t blame yourself. Keith, my dad, and cousins, will find out what happened.” A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek.
“Kitten, don’t cry.” Dean wiped the tear away.
“Sorry, it’s … Peyton didn’t deserve…” Kristy took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
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