Dare Me Again
The hardest thing is not to love but to be loved in return…
What would you dare to do? Would you dare to do it again? Can you handle the truth? Could you live with the consequences…?
Would you chance a double dare? Would you dare to do it again?
The Chronicles of Katrina
THE DARE
What would you dare to do?
DOUBLE DARE
Would you dare to do it again?
THE TRUTH
Can you handle the truth?
THE CONSEQUENCE
Could you live with the consequences?
AUTHOR’S NOTE
W
hat can I say? Simon and Kat are just one of those special couples that I can’t get out of my head. I thought when I met up with them again in BREAKING BAD it would scratch my itch. Didn’t happen. So, with Christmas just around the corner and life getting in the way of their bliss, I thought I’d treat us all to a little more of our favorite couple by giving them more page time to work things out. And work them out they do, but as you will read, the future holds more for Simon and Kat!
Kick back ladies, and enjoy DARE ME AGAIN, the first of many Christmas Chronicles to come.
May this holiday season find you all, warm and snug with your own hot cop, I know I’ll be snuggling up to mine.
~Karin
xo
CHAPTER ONE
DECEMBER 23
W
hat are you wearing?
Despite being the very busy on-call doc the last fourteen hours with nary a break, Kat’s tired body immediately perked up as she read the text. Smiling, she texted back.
Chanel #5
You’re a very naughty doctor.
I know. Please don’t tell my husband.
You’re married?
Yes
Hmmm…How married?
Very
Where is your husband now?
Chasing bad guys.
In the last month, they had had two days together and both of those they had spent in an exhausted daze. She missed her husband. Desperately.
I want to chase you.
Are you a bad guy?
A *very* bad guy.
Kat grinned. He was indeed.
Where are you?
She asked.
I know where I want to be…
She bit her bottom lip and dared to ask,
Where?
Inside you.
Kat gasped softly. She looked up from where she stood outside of the exam room she had just left to make sure she wasn’t being watched and her cheeks warmed when she caught Nancy Lindstrom, the charge nurse that night, giving her an I-just-sucked-a-lemon face look from behind the nurse’s station counter. Swallowing hard as she tried to control her suddenly revving body, she texted:
My husband might not like that.
*I* would like that.
Kat’s heart rate hitched up a few more notches. Her knees shook a little. Her reaction to his texts was as intense as if he’d spoken the words out loud.
Where are you?
she texted again.
Waiting for you.
Her hands shook.
Busy night. Can’t leave for a while.
I dare you to go to your office, lock the door, and take off all your clothes except those fuck-me pumps and your panties.
Kat swallowed hard, and smoothed down her lab coat.
What if a patient needs me?
I need you more.
A small stifled sound escaped her. God, he had a way of making her not care about anything but his hands on her.
When she didn’t immediately respond because her hands were shaking, he texted:
And Doctor?
Yes?
she barely managed to text.
When you’re done stripping, put the lab coat back on.
Oh, my
…She needed to get to her office stat. She’d be paged if she was needed. Otherwise… She nodded to Nurse Lindstrom. The heat in her cheeks, her antsy body movements, her breathless breathing pattern, and the way her jugular beat wildly in her neck likely left nothing to the woman’s imagination. “I um, I’m going to take a break. Page me if you need me.”
She hurried down the corridor from the examination rooms to her office.
Quickly she unlocked the door and shut it soundly behind her. Leaning against it, she struggled to settle her erratic heartbeat. She pushed away, licking her dry lips, then locked the door from the inside and pulled down the blinds on the office window that looked out onto the hallway. Sliding her lab coat off, she quickly followed the instructions she was given by removing her skirt, her blouse, and her bra. Her heavy breasts swelled and her nipples tightened in anticipation of the hands and lips that knew how to make them ache.
She inhaled, then slowly exhaled before slipping her lab coat back on and buttoning it. When her cell chirped that she had a text, her pussy tightened, followed by a hot crashing wave of need.
Are you undressed?
Yes.
Turn the lights off, face your desk, put your hands on the desktop, and spread your legs. Don’t move.
Quivering with anticipation, Kat did as she was told.
As she placed her hands on the desktop, the sound of a key being inserted into her office door sent shudders of heat through her. There were only two keys to her office, and one was on her desk.
The door slowly opened, then shut, the distinct sound of the lock being turned from the inside clicked through her anxious body.
The snap of the lamp being turned on, followed by the soft light washing over her, set her entire body shivering with anticipation.
“Are you cold?” the deep baritone voice asked huskily.
“No,” she barely managed to say.
“You’re trembling,” he said softly as he approached her from behind.
Kat licked her lips and nodded. “I’m nervous.”
She nearly jumped when he touched a fingertip to her spine between her shoulder blades. “And tense.” He drew his finger down her spine, stopping just above her butt. “I think you need to unwind a little.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Pressing his nose into her thick hair, he inhaled. “Have you been neglected?”
She nodded. “My husband has been too busy chasing bad guys to pay much attention to me lately.” The county task force he was heading up had not been kind to their newlywed life. Nor, she admitted, had her switch from a research scientist to a clinician. Their schedules were insane and completely opposite. It had been five days since she had last seen him and then only for a quick kiss hello and good-bye.
“He’s an ass.” His big hands pressed to her back and slowly massaged her tight muscles.
Kat groaned in pleasure. He knew just where to rub and apply pressure. As his strong hands slipped around her waist, pulling her against a tall, hard body, the rich scent of sandalwood and testosterone wafted across her nose.
Her body tightened with an entirely different tension.
“I don’t have much time, Princess,” his deep voice said against her ear. As his big hands slid up her waist to her breasts, he cupped the heavy weight of them. Her nipples stiffened, their sensitivity heightened not only by his presence but the forbidden nature of what they were doing.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back against his chest, feeling safe and cherished. Despite his long hours at work, he always made her feel that way. His lips pressed behind her ear. “I know this is wrong, but damn if I can’t stop thinking about putting my hands on you.”
“I’ve missed you,” she crooned as his teeth grazed along her neck. One by one, he unbuttoned the buttons of her lab coat. His drawn out attention to the detail driving her mad. Then his hands slid the lab coat from her shoulders and followed it down her hips and her thighs before releasing it.
She swallowed hard and reveled in the nearness of his strength and his passion for her. As his fingers slid beneath her garter belt he flicked the strap.
“Your husband is a very lucky man.”
“I know.”
He traced his fingers along the inside of her thighs, and asked thickly, “Does thinking about him get you wet?”
“Yes.” She gulped as he spread her legs wider with his knee.
“Thinking about you getting all wet makes me hard,” he rasped.
He trailed a finger along the damn piece of lace that constituted panties, incrementally increasing the pressure, teasing the hungry ache in her body to the edge of insanity. As impatient for her as she was for him, he dipped a finger beneath the fabric, brushing her swollen folds. Just when she thought she couldn’t take his torment another second, he yanked hard, ripping her panties from her.
“Ahhh,” she gasped, her fervor him heightened by his for her. He was not a man to be denied. Nor was she a woman who would accept anything less than all of him. When he brushed his fingertips along her sensitive folds again, she moaned, her knees shaking.
“You like that, Princess?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
When he swirled his fingertip around her stiff, sensitive clit, she exhaled loudly. “Oh, Simon,” she purred. “I’ve missed you.”
CHAPTER TWO
S
imon clenched his jaw. Love for the woman in his arms, his wife—his
life
—swelled painfully in his chest. Kat was everything to him.
Everything
. Nothing mattered if she was not his to love.
And the job had taken him from her. These stolen moments had become the norm and not the exception. He’d spent more time in the last two months with his new task force team than he had with the one person he loved more than life itself. Hell, they’d gone days without seeing each other, much less spending any quality time together.
“I’ve missed you, too, Princess,” he rasped, as he caught Kat’s chin with his hand, turning her as he pulled her back against his chest. “You have no idea how much,” he admitted catching her lips in his. The urge to devour her was unprecedented.
Their time apart didn’t sit well with his overprotective nature. And now with Kat’s pregnancy, it was in overdrive. He’d almost lost her to a madman several months back when he couldn’t get to her in time. Being separated for days and sometime hundreds of miles left him edgy and short-tempered. Just the thought of anyone touching a hair on her head provoked a blinding, fierce violence in him.
Mine.
No one touched what belonged to him.
Magically, she turned in his arms as her hands wrapped around his waist, bringing him tightly against her. His head swam with emotion and sensory overload. She smelled damn good. Her skin was smooth and warm, her full breasts poking him in the chest and demanding attention he was only too willing to give them. His hand glided down her waist to her belly, where he pressed it.
“How is my son today?” he whispered hoarsely against her sultry lips. He still couldn’t believe he was going to be a father. Wasn’t sure he could pull it off. In his mind, Kat carried his son. Because a son, he could handle. A son he could guide into manhood and do guy things with. God help him and any male of the species if Kat popped out a baby girl. He doubted he would survive her first date.
“He’s fine,” Kat panted, jerking his belt undone and unzipping his tightened trousers. “But he’s going to grow up without a father if you don’t get busy.” His eager cock sprang free into her small hand. When she wrapped those lovely, talented fingers around him, he hissed in a deep breath.
“Kat,” he warned against her lips as he pulsed in her hand, ready to explode. “Don’t be so greedy.”
“I can’t help it; I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”
He grinned despite wanting to sink balls-deep into her. “Ah, Cinderella, your big bad wolf has a surprise for you.”
He lifted her as if she weighed less than a pound and perched her on the edge of her desk. Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his hips.
“Tell me later,” she sighed, slipping her arms around his neck and rubbing her sweltering little pussy against his glistening head. Grasping her thighs, he pulled her onto him, impaling her in one long, deep thrust.
The sound she made, a long sighing purr of pure, surrendering pleasure, sent shock waves through him. He’d been with his share of women in his life, and he knew they enjoyed what he gave them, but none of them had ever responded as wantonly or as unabashedly as his wife did. She gave him all of her. And he took it. “Jesus, Kat, I’ll never tire of how you take all of me into you.”
She pressed her cheek to his chest and he knew his heart beat like a drum against her. When she looked up at him, the shine of tears sparkled in her sapphire colored eyes. “The day I stop loving the feel of you inside me is the day you can bury me.” Bringing his lips down to hers, she whispered, “Now get busy.”
Simon closed his eyes and let go of every thought, every sound, every worry, and just experienced the miracle that was his wife. Hot liquid muscles grasped him, drawing him deeper into her velvety body. Soft sultry breath teased his nipple. Slender fingers dug into his scalp. Her ripe breasts swept across his chest, and his lips ached to kiss them.
Leaning forward, he swept his arm across her desk, clearing it as he pushed her back. Catching her deep gaze he smiled. She was spread out before him like a feast of all seasons. Her rosy breasts beckoned him, their pink tips hard. He ran his hands up her thighs and over her waist to cup the lush flesh. She moaned, arching into him, her hips, rocking his cock. He forced himself to slow down and take his time.
Kat had great tits. Full, sensitive, beautifully formed. With her pregnancy they had exploded and become hypersensitive. He loved playing with them and hearing her sharp breaths of enjoyment that followed.
It was no different as he pressed his lips to the swell just above a nipple. He kissed her there, tracing where his lips had been with his tongue. He smiled when she caught her breath, thrusting her breast into his face.
“Greedy girl,” he rasped, flicking her nipple with his tongue.
Her soft hips ground against him, her heels digging into his back. “Simon,” she called arching into his mouth. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Gently he nibbled her nipple, then slowly sucked it into his mouth. She moaned hotly, her velvet muscles fisting his cock. Her nails dug into his scalp, the pain spurring his passion for her.
He moved hotly into her, ravaging her. She was warm. Her skin smooth and soft. She smelled like an angel. A wanton, angel. He couldn’t get enough of her. He never would, he realized. As she rose up to him, he slid his arm around her waist, bringing her hard against his chest. With his other hand he cupped the back of her head and pulled back on her hair so that she looked into his eyes. “I love you, Katrina West.”
“I know you do, Simon,” she said breathlessly, as he thrust possessively into her. “I thank God for you every day.”
He kissed her. Long, hard, possessive.
Savoring every inch of her and every stolen second, Simon glided thickly in and out of her. When Kat’s body tensed and her gasps of pleasure became shallower, he gathered her more tightly into his arms and ground into her, pushing her over the edge.
“Ah, Simon,” Kat crooned when her muscles clenched him tightly and the orgasm crashed like a tidal wave through them both. “I love what you do me…”
He came in a hard rush of pent-up semen, plunging wildly into her as her sweet softness held on to him, urging him to empty himself into her.
“Kat,” he moaned as she held him, heart to heart, in perfect sync.
For long minutes afterward they just held each other, grateful for this small time together.
Kat exhaled a dreamy sigh, wishing they didn’t have to steal moments like this. Not that this was a bad stolen moment. Her muscles clenched around Simon, still thick and virile inside her.
They had worked nonstop since they were married months ago, with Simon wrapping up one task force and jumping into another. Okay, he didn’t jump in, he was dragged into it, but that had been okay at first; given her budding new career on the clinical side of medicine, she’d been working crazy hours as well. But as much as they both loved their work, she was tired and she knew he was, too. They’d needed a break. She had hoped they might steal a few days at home and spend their first Christmas together, but Simon had to be in LA tomorrow, Christmas Eve of all days, for a meeting with some mucky-muck his task force was targeting, and being the low doctor on the rotation totem pole, she couldn’t get time away.
She exhaled again, this time not so dreamily. More like frustrated. He worked days while she worked nights at the clinic. That wasn’t how she’d envisioned marriage to the hottest man on the planet. Although being in his arms in her office like this was classic Simon. He was the ultimate opportunist, snatching each and any chance to put his hands on her that presented itself.
“What are you thinking, Cinderella?”
Thrusting her bottom lip out, she cocked her head to the side and looked up at him. His meadow green eyes sparkled mischievously, making him look like a little boy with a secret. Her heart swelled with love. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. “That as much as I want to be a good, understanding wife, I miss my big bad wolf.”
She nipped his bottom lip. “I’m feeling very selfish at the moment. I want more time with you, not stolen moments like this.”
His dark brows rose. “You didn’t enjoy this?”
“I loved it.” She smiled slyly and flexed her muscles around his still swollen penis. “I love that we manage to carve out time like this, as fleeting as it is. But Simon, I miss you. I miss us.”