by Kayce Kyle
“You don’t know shit, Sharla. How about I dissect you and how I know judging by the shit-eating grins you and Em were sporting this morning that the two of you slept together?” I retaliate as I point toward Emmit’s bedroom. “This is crucial as it has the potential to affect all of our lives. Not to mention this bar. How could y’all be so careless?”
“No.” She shakes her head at me. “You’re not gonna deflect this onto me. The difference here being that I do have actual feelings for Emmit and can admit it. But this is how self-absorbed you are, Blaine. Emmit and I have been dancing around each other for years. Doing what you’re doing with Tara after just one night. The spark between the two of you is…almost palpable. In all my years I’ve never seen you look at any woman the way you have at her. Give yourself a possible chance, Blaine. Emmit and I finally caved and accepted that what we feel for one another isn’t just superficial. It’s always been underlying, we were both just too scared to admit it. Even if all you do is exchange your number with her, you have to take a risk starting somewhere. I’m not saying Tara is or isn’t the one for you. But everyone deserves to love and be loved unconditionally. Now, I’ve said what I needed to and I’m going back in there with my son and Emmit.”
TARA
I thanked Emmit and Margaret for their hospitality, but Sharla and Blaine were nowhere to be found. I figured it was probably for the best considering I never planned on feeling the way I did after we slept together. I fooled myself into believing I could have a single night with him without any expectation afterward. Maybe it’s because I’ve never done anything like that before in my life? It gave me a sense of freedom that money has never given me. Alongside the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. For that, I will be grateful.
As I cruise down the freeway I realize that my phone hasn’t gone off once today. Shocking considering I figured my parents would’ve already sent a search party or something to look for me. And the fact that it’s my birthday and not even Carmen has called or texted me? I exit the highway and pull into the nearest gas station. Once I’m stopped, I fumble through my handbag searching for my cell. Frantic, I begin to look under my seats and in the back floorboard. No, no, no. Please God this can’t be happening. I will look so desperate and pathetic if I go back now. But I fear I might just have to do that. I could always go inside this gas station and ask to use their phone to call the bar and ask Sharla to bring it out to me without anyone knowing. But what if Blaine or Emmit answer?
After devising my plan, I step out of my car and square my shoulders while telling myself I can do this. I enter the gas station and blow out a sigh of relief that the attendant is a man. Approaching the counter, the man looks up at me. “What can I get for you?” He licks his lips while lowering his elbows casually on the counter.
I smile before letting out a small nervous laugh. Something about him is creepy and sends a chill down my spine. “You’re probably going to think I’m crazy for asking this, but I need a favor.”
Narrowing his eyes, he leans closer to me. Maybe this was a bad idea. “Anything for you, pretty lady,” he says, still inching closer over the counter as I slowly begin to back away.
The door flies open and my eyes grow wide in both shock and relief. “Blaine? What are you doing here?”
I notice my phone in his hand, but he turns, and his eyes fixate on the attendant. “Tara, why are you stopped here?” he spits out, talking to me, but closely eyeing the man behind the counter intently.
“I-I was going to call the bar because I left my phone there.” Actually, I was hoping the man wouldn’t be creepy and he’d call the bar, ask for Sharla and then hand the phone to me. But, I never made it that far and now, it doesn’t matter.
Blaine walks up to me and places his hand on my lower back, never taking his eyes from the man behind the counter. “Come on. You shouldn’t be here,” he tells me, leaving me confused at his concern for not only me, but the fact he drove around looking for me. He begins to usher me to the door and I allow it. “Put your eyes back in their sockets, Ray. This one’s off limits,” he finishes, pointing at the man before pushing the door open.
Have my ears just deceived me? What does he mean insinuating I’m off limits? Is he saying that I’m his? The thoughts running through my mind aren’t participating in a marathon, they’re sprinting. And as each one crosses the finish line, my heart rate increases, awakening the sleeping butterflies again. I stop before we make it to my car. “Blaine, how did you find me?”
He stops and hesitantly drags his eyes to mine and I notice something new inside of them. Vulnerability. “I knew you couldn’t have gotten too far, so I took a chance and headed west. It’s a good thing, too. That man in there? That’s Ray. Jett’s father. He’s a piece of shit and abuses women.”
“Oh. Wow. That’s horrible. I realized it was a bad idea once I noticed his eyes darken and he began to lick his lips while gawking at me like a piece of meat.” I reach for my phone and he places it in my hand. I debate asking him what he meant in there but decide against it. I will continue to respect his warning. “Well, thanks for going to all of this trouble. I wanted my phone back but didn’t want to bother you. I promise I was going to try to leave you out of it.” I feel my heart begin to sink because he hasn’t said anything, and I’ve gone out of my way to not look desperate and now it’s just getting awkward quick. “Thanks again,” I tell him before I walk past him and up to the door of my car.
“Happy birthday, Tara!” he hollers out behind me, leaving me stunned as I turn around to be greeted with a grin on his face. “Oh, and I put my number in your phone,” he states confidently, still wearing that grin which now appears smugger but so damn sexy.
“How did you know?” I shout back at him while he stealthily approaches me until only inches separate our bodies. “I mean…about my birthday?”
“Someone named Carmen and a few other people sent you texts wishing you a happy birthday. Yeah, I peeked at them when they rolled across the top of your phone.” He leans into my ear, whispering the last part, his breath warms my flesh while causing it to tingle. I can feel my teeth sink down into my lower lip as I close my eyes while shifting my head away from him. Thoughts of him devouring my body against this car while he professes to the world that I am his consume me, leaving my panties soaked. “Don’t go,” he pleads softly into my ear taking me by surprise wile placing my phone back in my hand.
My eyes shoot back open and find his. “What? Blaine, I…”
He stifles my words with his. “Tara. I know I told you that I couldn’t promise you more than last night. And that might be true. Fuck.” He shifts backward a little while he runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I know you have a life and family in Dallas…but I also know that it’s not one you’re necessarily happy with. This isn’t me, Tara. I don’t chase women down to return phones.” He chuckles beneath his breath, almost frustrated at himself. “There’s something between us and I’ve felt it since the first time our eyes met. You tell me I’m wrong and I’ll drive away now.”
I swallow thickly as I look up into his defenseless baby-blues and shake my head. Looking down at my phone, I search his number and send him a text.
Me: You’re not wrong…
Slowly, I raise my eyes back up to his and watch as he retrieves his own cell and reads my text. A slow, sexy, menacing grin emerges on his face. He grabs both sides of my face and leans down, smashing his lips against mine. His kiss is meaningful and firm as I melt into him. He pulls away, leaving me breathless and my lips feeling bruised. “You’re not wrong, Blaine. But what if we are? You made it clear and still are that you’re unsure about this. About us.”
He places his hands above me resting on the top of my car, pinning me in. “Tara, is anything in life ever certain? No. All I’m saying is that after one night with you, I feel different inside. It feels good, raw, and most importantly dangerous. I’ve been hurt before, Tara.” God the way my name flows so effortlessly off his tongue ig
nites and brings my body to life. “It’s why I do the things the way I do. But also because I’ve never met a woman that was as innocent as you. And as real as you. Hell, maybe that was because you didn’t have any expectations of me. So, it allowed you to be real and honest with me. That shit is so sexy. Not to mention you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on.” He lowers one arm and I feel his hand squeeze one of my ass cheeks.
“Take me to One Knight Stand, Blaine,” I purr into his ear. “I’ll follow you.”
The corner of his lips curl up into a naughty grin, alerting me to all the ways he’s already planning to ravish my body. Adrenaline begins to surge through my veins and he smashes his lips to mine. “Nobody’s there right now. It’s Sunday and the bar’s closed, too. Get that pussy ready for me, fancy pants,” he warns against my lips before turning on his heel and headed to a truck I assume is his.
I hop into my car and follow him as we race our way back to the bar. This is reckless. Careless. Possibly the worst mistake of my life. Or the beginning of the one I only ever dreamed was possible.
Chapter Six
BLAINE
I watch her pull up next to me in the back and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip after offering me a smirk. This is possibly the single most crazy thing I’ve done in life, but for her, I’m willing to take the risk. I’m ready to show her how I feel as I worship and savor her body with mine and letting one more second pass feels like an injustice. This woman deserves to be shown and told how special she is.
Hopping out of my truck, she meets me and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Smashing her lips to mine causes my cock to grow instantly in anticipation. Her kiss is eager and greedy, holding me captive as I walk us in through the back door never freeing our mouths from one another. I fumble and stumble my way to the pool table before sitting her down. She pulls my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. I grab the hem of her shirt and drag it slowly up and over her head. I want to take my time as I relish every inch of her silky skin while I drag my eyes up her torso. Her beige bra is a nuisance and a barrier between her perfectly ample tits. I lean in and press my lips against her flesh as I suck and kiss my way up her collarbone and neck while I unclasp her bra from the back. The straps fall down her arms and I help take it off completely, exposing her perked nipples.
“So fucking perfect, Tara,” I tell her, my words come out breathless. The sight of her alone nearly leaves me speechless. She moans out as I take her nipples in between my fingers, playing and tweaking them while I bite down and sink my teeth into her shoulder.
Making my way lower, I place soft kisses downward until my mouth makes contact with her breasts. I lick and suck on each one while undoing her jeans. She slowly falls backward onto the felt of the pool table and I remove her pants and find myself shocked that the thong she wore last night is missing. “Tara? Your panties?”
Raising her head she tells me, “In my purse.” She shrugs. “They didn’t get washed, so I went without them.”
I want to punish her by fucking her hard. So hard. She was out in the free world with nothing but some denim separating this pussy and one accidental rip away from exposing what I’d just had. What’s mine! Oh, I’m gonna make her come so many times and make her scream out my name until it’s the only thing she remembers.
Removing my own jeans and boxers, I give my cock the freedom it begs for. She tries to sit up more and I only allow her a brief peek before I gently push her backward. “Lay back, Tara. I’m gonna give you everything you want plus some. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”
Parting her thighs, I stare momentarily at her glistening pink folds before I bend down, tracing them lightly with my tongue. She squirms immediately as my tongue makes contact. Up and down her opening I glide my tongue until I slide my tongue inside her pink warmth before I pull it back out. “Blaine. Oh, I can’t…”
The assault from my tongue on her pussy drives her wild as she bucks her hips into my mouth. Looking up at her is a beautiful thing to watch as I know I’m quickly bringing her to the edge before I switch it up. Nibbling on her clit, I slide one finger, then another as I finger fuck her, milking her g-spot as I hook my fingers and watch her arch her body. “Yes! Blaine!” she calls out my name for the first time. She’s close to coming and I want it, I want to taste her, all of her. Removing my fingers, I shove my tongue back inside of her while I pinch and rub her clit with my fingers. I watch her body begin to tense as she also becomes more restless and I order her, “Do it. Let it go, Tara.” Her sweet juice fills my mouth, treating my taste buds to her sweetness as she releases moans and whimpers before I feel her body go limp.
“I’m not done with you. We’re just getting started.” I pull on her legs, bringing her closer to me making access for my entrance easier. Lining my cock up with her opening, I slide it up and down the wetness of her lips as I stroke my cock before I push forward, slowly sinking into her. She cries out softly as I grip her thighs, while pumping in and out of her. Her body begins to move with mine as her tight walls hungrily suck my cock back into her each time I try to pull it out to the tip. “Move to the middle of the table,” I order her as I reluctantly pull all the way out of her. She scoots her body until she’s in the middle. I climb back on top of her and glance into her amber-colored eyes as they beckon and taunt me, daring me to finish what I started. I pin her arms above her head with one of my hands and she responds with a mischievous grin. She spreads her legs eagerly for me. Using my other hand I align my cock back up with her soaking wet pussy before plunging back into it. She arches her head while rewarding me with yet another whimper. Continually I pump in and out of her as she swivels her hips and matches me thrust for thrust.
“Oh, God, Blaine! Yes! I’m going to come,” she warns. So, I slow my pumps, restricting her release.
“Not yet, fancy pants.” I lower my hand down between her thighs and circle, pinch, and tug on her clit before I begin to increase my pace again. Lowering my head, I trail my tongue up her abdomen and circle her perfect navel with my tongue before I continue on to her breasts. Releasing her arms, I cup one of her perfect tits as I dine on a mouthful of their perfection. Sucking on each breast, I tug on her nipples until my teeth graze one and, causing her to cry out, “Yes!” I nip at it and she calls out my name repeatedly beneath me as her walls clutch around my cock and I can feel my own orgasm about to erupt. “Yes. That’s it. Come for me,” I command her. As her walls begin to grip my cock, they pulsate simultaneously before her release soaks my length and drips down my balls. I follow behind her, spilling my release deep inside her before my body all but falls on top of her.
Immediately, it slams into my consciousness like freight train. Not only did I not wear a fucking rubber, but I just came inside of her. I roll over next to her as we both try to catch our breath and I’m torn between the exhilaration and possible repercussions of what just happened. I certainly wasn’t thinking, and I’m not sure she was either. Fuck. I glance over at her and her eyes meet mine with a smile plastered on her face. She’s so fucking beautiful and happy in this moment. I don’t wanna ruin it. I can’t. What I feel for her is real, and selfless. But is it selfish or selfless if I don’t bring this up right now?
I smile back at her and she begins to trace circles over the tattoo on my shoulder with her finger. “Did it hurt? Your tattoo?” She flickers her eyes back and forth between mine and my tattoo. Nope. I’m not saying anything about what just happened. Not in this moment.
“It wasn’t bad.” I grab her hand before I press my lips to it.
TARA
As I lay beside Blaine tracing his tattoo and still trying to catch my breath, I’m filled with this overwhelming sense of calmness. For the first time in my entire life, I’ve never felt so wanted and secure. Still uncertain of what exactly the future holds for us, I can’t deny the connection I’ve felt to this man since I laid eyes on him. Only time will tell where we go from here, and I never thoug
ht in my wildest dreams I’d find this in such a small town.
“Let’s shower, huh? Before we get caught with our pants down, literally. I have no idea when Em will be back,” he tells me, hopping off the pool table while offering me his hand for assistance.
I nod as I take his hand. We both gather our clothes. “I’m going to have to order some new clothes, you know?”
As we step into the bathroom, he turns the shower faucet on. “Why? You planning on staying?” he looks over his shoulder grinning.
I bat his arm. “I can go if you want?” I play along.
Quickly he turns around and his eyes go dark and sinister. “I was only teasing, Tara,” he tells me, and it comes out as more of a warning than a statement.
I feel my tongue wet my lips before I suck my lower lip into my mouth. Something about the way he exudes his dominance over me, makes my heart dance erratically. “I know. I was too.”
“I was serious about what I said at the gas station earlier. I don’t say shit like that. Ever. We’ve known each other nearly one whole day, but you’re doing something to me.” He gestures for my hand and helps me into the shower before he climbs in behind me. Grabbing the body wash, he pours some on my back before massaging it into my skin. “I’ve been hurt. Same as you. That was years ago, and I promised myself I’d never let another woman in. Never let another woman get close enough to hurt me again. And I haven’t. Then there was you. Beautiful, Tara. One night with you, and everything I promised myself I suddenly found myself questioning. Sharla helped me see that. So, fuck it. I’m thirty, you’re thirty.” I whip around.
“How did you know my age?”
“Big Boy. He ran your plates last night. He’s got some other shit on his truck, and he can basically tell me anything about anyone. He failed to tell me it was your fucking birthday today, though. I’ll have to kick his ass later for that.” I giggle before I grab the body wash and squeeze it over his chest. “Whoa, whoa! That’s that fruity girl shit.”
