Hope Over Fear (Over #1) (20 page)

I know that’s grade-A douchebag territory, but the women always knew the score. I was honest about what I was offering, and it seemed to work well for both parties. And while I wasn’t boyfriend material, I made damn sure they had a good time in my bed. Or preferably their bed so I could leave whenever the fuck I wanted. My complaint box stayed empty for the most part.

When Lily and Gage were first born, I barely had time to jack off much less go on dates, so my sex life obviously took a major hit. Besides, I couldn’t see past my guilt and grief over my sister’s death to give any relationship a fighting chance. I was as emotionally unavailable as they come and not a whole lot of fun to be around. Over the past few years, I’ve had the occasional one-night stand, but with the sole intention of scratching an itch.

Until Sara.

She’s had me tied in knots from the moment I met her. It goes without saying that she’s beautiful, but it’s so much more than that. She doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not. When I challenged her the first day we met, she stood up to my arrogant ass and wouldn’t back down. She’s sassy as hell, and that’s such a turn on. I have no interest in a woman who will just roll over and agree with whatever I say. Where’s the fun in that?

Most women would be humiliated with the way Cain called her out about her kink factor. Sure, she was embarrassed initially, but then she admitted she wasn’t that experienced; she owned that shit. Now, I don’t have some virgin complex that has me busting hymens all over town or anything, but it’s nice to know the object of my affection has been ridden as much as the Tilt-a-Whirl at the local fair. She’s also open to changing her kink status, and obviously, that’s a big fucking turn on for me.

Hearing Sara talk about her father, and how he died, really resonated with me. Knowing that Sara’s family and my family have suffered a similar loss changes things for me. I feel a kinship with her that I haven’t felt with any other woman. We both live our lives hoping to makes our loved ones proud, hoping to make the sacrifice of their lives mean something more. She may be the first person who gets me on that level.

I slide on my jeans and set out to find Sara. When I reach the doorway of the living room, I see her leaning against the kitchen counter, lost in thought. She’s wearing my shirt, and damn if that doesn’t make my dick twitch. She doesn’t see me, so I take this opportunity to drink her in. The sun shines through her mussed wavy brown hair, and the faintest smile is playing on her lips. She lifts her fingers up to her lips and closes her eyes. A soft giggle escapes her, and I’m mesmerized. Watching her in this private moment, I feel it deep in my chest. So deep, I find myself rubbing my heart to ease the pressure.

Sara breaks out of her trance and reaches up into the cabinet to retrieve two coffee cups. When she lifts her arms, the bottom of my shirt raises up just enough to reveal a hint of her barely-there panties and the under curve of her delectable ass. God, this girl will be the death of me.

I quickly and silently walk up behind Sara, unable to wait another second before I touch her. I wrap my arm around her waist, the other arm around her chest, and gently lick up her neck until I reach her ear. Her body quickly jumps at my touch and then settles into a sultry shiver that runs the length of her body.

“You, in nothing but my shirt? Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper in her ear and push my hard shaft into the curve of her lower back.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” I hear the smile in her voice as she raises her arm to grab ahold of my neck. She turns her head and nips at my lips hungrily. Believe me, I know the feeling.

After kissing her properly, I turn her around to face me. We back into the counter and I place my hands on either side of her, effectively caging her in.

“When I woke up this morning, all I wanted was to slide deep inside of you. I have the right mind to drag you back to bed.”

“I wanted to bring you coffee,” Sara responds breathily.

I grind my hard cock into her stomach. “I don’t think I need any coffee to wake up, do you?”

Her only response is a throaty chuckle. I lift her up and set her on the counter, pushing her legs apart to take up residence in my new favorite place. One by one, I release the buttons of my shirt, kissing and licking along the way.

“Ummm, I think I like the five o’clock shadow.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll make sure you love it soon enough, beautiful girl.”

I open my shirt just slightly. Her nipples are still covered by my shirt, but I can see the underside of her ample breasts. Between the shirt and her panties, she’s technically completely covered, making her look so innocently erotic. I brush my thumbs over the curve of her breasts just as she pushes her fingers into my hair and tugs me toward her. Her kiss is hungry and wanting.

I slide my tongue into her mouth with the need to possess her. I hungrily suck her bottom lip and then begin trailing down her neck. Pushing my shirt to the side, I expose her left breast. I rub my palm firmly over her heart and meet her gaze right before I take her taut nipple into my mouth. I pull gently and then rub the tip over the scruff of my cheek, smirking when I hear Sara gasp at the contact. Oh yeah, she definitely loves it.

Before I realize what’s happening, she hops down from the counter and pushes me backward into the living room. The back of my legs hit the seat of a chair, and I fall into it with a slight nudge from Sara.

“Come here, baby,” I tell Sara as I pull gently on her hand, wanting her to straddle me in the chair.

She smiles coyly at me as she shakes her head and backs away from me. Her hands grab the sides of my shirt, and she slowly pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. In nothing but white lace panties and her brown waves tumbling down her chest, she is a living, breathing work of art. My cock is throbbing, threatening to bust the zipper of my jeans.

She walks slowly toward me and pushes my legs apart. She’s getting off on the control, and I’m more than willing to give it to her … for now. She lowers herself to her knees in between my legs. I sense a hint of insecurity in her movements, but she boldly keeps eye contact with me as she unbuttons my jeans. My brave girl.

Sara unzips my jeans and takes my cock in her hand, gently stroking up and down. She looks up at me through her eyelashes as she tentatively licks the tip. A groan rumbles deep in my chest, and I grip the rails of the chair, grasping for sanity. Starting at the base, she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, then takes the tip into her sweet, hot mouth and gently sucks.

“Fuck, Sara. That’s so damn good.”

She takes in more of me while she fists the base of my shaft, pumping in time with her mouth. I run my fingers through her hair and tilt my pelvis toward her. If I don’t stop her soon, this will be over way too quickly. The feel of her tongue running down the underside of my cock, the suction of her mouth on the tip, her hand fisting me tightly—it’s fucking perfection.

“Come here, Sara,” I coax as I pull her up to me.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Her wide, innocent eyes slam right into my heart, and I can’t help but grin.

“Baby, you did everything right, but if you keep going, this will be over before I’m ready. I want to come when I’m deep inside you, and I want you coming with me, yeah?” I run a finger down the side of her cheek and watch realization set in.

Sara allows herself a subtle smile of satisfaction at my words of praise. I stand her up and turn her around to sit on my lap, her back facing my front. I lean her back onto my chest and gently suck her earlobe as I grab her knees and pull her legs apart. Her breath is coming in short gasps as my fingers lightly trail up her thighs. Circling her clit with my thumb, I slide one finger inside her pussy, and she gasps in pleasure. She’s so wet, so responsive, so ready for me to take her. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she whispers hungrily into my ear.

“Please, Adam. I can’t wait much longer. I need you. Please.”

Leaning her forward to give me enough room, I grab a condom out of my pocket and hurriedly roll it on. Lifting her off my lap, I slide slowly inside her, giving her time to adjust to the fullness of this new position. To my surprise, she pushes down onto me with one hard thrust, burying me deep inside. I can’t stifle the growl that rips through me as she starts moving at a punishing pace.

Her head is tilted back as she bounces up and down, her soft waves sweeping the arch of her lower back. I run my hand up her spine to the base of her neck, and then wrap my hand around her hair and give a firm tug. I turn her head toward me and devour her mouth.

“Sara, I want to go deeper. Can you take more?” I ask as I playfully bite her shoulder.

“Oh, yeah.”

As I tilt my pelvis to change the angle of my thrusts, she lets out a whimper and reaches up and grabs her tits. As she pinches those taut nipples, I clutch her hips and drive into her hard and deep. I feel my orgasm building, and I know it won’t be much longer before I explode. Judging by the way Sara’s soft cries are slowly building in frequency, I’d say she’s close, too. I reach around and take one of her hands from her nipple and guide it down to her clit.

“Come on, baby, show me how you touch yourself.”

I wait for her to shy away from my request, to be embarrassed. But, again, Sara shows no fear. She pushes my hand away and gives me what I want.

“Adam, I can’t take much more. I’m about to—”

“Let go, Sara. Give in to me.”

She cries out as her walls start to contract and tighten, milking the release from me. I immediately follow her in a crushing explosion, the ecstasy almost more than I can bear.

Turning her toward me, I cradle her in my lap and gently swipe the hair from her face. “Wow, that was—”

“Yeah, I know.” She chuckles, still attempting to catch her breath.

And when I look into those sweet brown eyes, it hits me. I’m in serious trouble. Moments ago, I ravished this gorgeous woman and came harder than I ever have before.

And I’m ready to do it all over again.

“Everlong” by Foo Fighters

THREE MILES INTO my run, I’m soaking up the sun and jamming out to the Foo Fighters, feeling invincible. My mood is such that it feels more like floating than jogging. Ending a dry spell that lasted over a year tends to make a girl a bit more agreeable. Ending a dry spell with a sex god like Adam tends to make a girl downright giddy.

After our morning “session,” Adam stayed true to his word and drug me back to bed. We curled up under the safety of the covers with our coffee and just enjoyed each other’s company. After the heavy conversation of last night, it felt nice to keep things sweet and simple. He regaled me with tales of fatherhood (poop catastrophes and foul mouthed toddlers), and I shared some hall of fame nursing stories (births in the parking lot and baby daddy dramas). It felt right spending the morning with him—like something I’d like to do every Sunday morning.

Adam’s parents were bringing Lily and Gage home early this afternoon, so he left me right before lunchtime. As he sat on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt, he shot me a sexy smirk.

“I know that us seeing each other could get tricky and complicated with Lily and Gage. You deserve dinners, movies, romantic evenings in, the whole shebang, ya know? I wish I could give that to you, and I plan on trying my damndest, but it may look a little different than what you’re used to. I may not be sure what this thing between us will look like, but there is one thing I’m positive about. I have no interest in sharing you with anyone else. I want to see where this goes, and I want to do that with just the two of us. What do think about that?”

I crawled behind him and wrapped one arm around his neck and the other across his stomach. I trailed open mouth kisses up his neck and landed right below his ear and whispered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have no intention of sharing you either.”

My breath rushed out of my body as Adam turned and pushed me to the head of the bed and settled between my legs. His eyes raked over my body hungrily, and his lips devoured mine. Our kiss was possessive and claiming, each of us unable to get enough of the other. His shirt didn’t stay buttoned for very long.

Lost in a thoughtful bliss, I don’t hear the truck slowly idling behind me until the driver taps the horn, nearly giving me a heart attack. Gripping my heart and searching unsuccessfully for my breath, I turn and see a huge orange monstrosity from decades past. I squint to see past the windshield when I hear a familiar voice.

“Girl, you were lost in la-la land. I guess that means my boy did right by you last night, huh?”

I walk around to the driver side window with a scowl fixed to my face. “Cain, you scared the shit out of me! And what the hell is this ginormous hunk of metal?”

Cain looks like the quintessential country boy in his pickup wearing a western-style button-down shirt with pearl snaps and the sleeves hanging loose. I can’t see the rest of his body, but I imagine he’s wearing some worn blue jeans, snug in all the right places, and a pair of dusty cowboy boots. All he needs is a cowboy hat and a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth. No doubt, this guy has broken his fair share of hearts.