Unleashed #4 (7 page)

I wasn’t going there
to take credit. I swore I wasn’t. I was going to see Kara to say
one last thing before I walked out of her life forever. There was one
thing remaining, one last piece of unfinished business. Then I’d
turn away and leave for good this time.

It had to be close to
midnight when I turned into her property, the dust pluming out behind
the wheels of my truck. It hadn’t rained in over a week, hot as
hell, and the crickets greeted me loud and insistent as I stepped
out.

Hand up to the door, I
paused, realizing I’d likely be waking her. Other people slept. In
my exhausted state, I’d managed five hours last night, but some
people slept eight hours every night.

Then the door opened as
I stood there, hand hovering in a loose fist. She looked radiant, her
hair down in golden waves over her shoulders. She wore a simple
t-shirt and shorts, nothing fancy, but I wouldn’t want her any
other way. Not a hint of makeup, glowing and perfect, standing before
me in the entryway.

“Sorry to wake you.”
My voice sounded gruff, awkward.

She laughed, musical
and light. “I wasn’t asleep.”

“No?” I stood
there, big and dumb.

“No.” She smiled.
Her lips looked so plump, glistening and lush. “Would you like to
come in?”

“Huh?” I looked
down at her. I’d forgotten why I was there. I really wanted to kiss
her.

“Do you want to stand
on the porch or would you like to come in?” She teased me, that
sweet kindness in her eyes again. But I knew what I was there to do.
I wasn’t there to ravage her, smother her in kisses, pin her to the
floor and fuck her senseless like I wanted to, like I had many times
before.

No, this time I’d be
a good guy even if it killed me. And looking at her standing there,
barefoot, no bra on, her breasts luscious and full, I realized it
just might. It really might kill me.

But I could do this.
I’d done harder things. Right? Hadn’t I? Nothing came to mind.

I cleared my throat.
“I’m not staying. I just came here to say something. Then I’ll
get out of your hair.”

“Thank you, Declan,”
she interrupted me, softly. “I know you did it. And I can’t tell
you how much…” Her voice started to break.

“Kara.” I thrust my
hand up into my hair so I wouldn’t touch her. Christ, she was
making this hard.

“I’m so…” She
continued to try to thank me. “I’m amazed—”

“I should have done
it the morning you walked into my office.” I shook my head,
disgusted with myself. “I should have helped you straight off
instead of being a selfish bastard. I’ve caused you so much pain.”

“No.” She started
to protest, always too generous with me.

“Yes, I have hurt
you, Kara. I have.” Now my hand fisted in my hair, nearly ripping
it out at the roots.

I stopped and took a
deep breath. This wasn’t about me. This wasn’t my time to
flagellate myself. There’d be plenty of time for that, years and
years. This was about showing restraint, being the good guy. She
wanted to be set free and I’d do it.

“I’ll go,” I
exhaled, staying calm, focused, controlled. She stood trembling
before me and it took all my strength not to wrap her in my arms,
bury my face in her neck, sweep her up and into the house and onto a
bed. But that wouldn’t solve anything. Her body would comply, but
her brain would fight it. She didn’t trust me. She didn’t want
what I had to offer. I needed to respect her wishes.

“But there’s
something I need to say first.” My boots planted firmly on the
ground, I looked up steady into her eyes and spoke the truth. “I
love you.”

“What?” Her voice
soft, she met my gaze, her pink lips parting.

“I love you,” I
repeated, sure as I’d ever been about anything in my life. “I
love you. Always have. Always will.”

Then I turned my back
on her for the last time. Out of habit, I’d parked next to the old
cabin. That stretch of dirt driveway had never felt longer, every
step heavy as lead. But I’d do it, for Kara, because I loved her
enough to leave her.

Kara

Emotion welled up in me
as I watched Declan walk away from my front porch. His massive
shoulders and broad chest stooped and downcast, he made his way to
his truck. I wanted to call out but words stuck in my throat. I
couldn’t process everything that was happening, everything I’d
gone through that day. I felt dizzy and shocked and amazed.

He loved me?

Wait, he couldn’t
leave!

I ran down the stairs
fast as my barefoot feet could take me. He’d almost made it to his
truck. Shock had made me that stupid and slow.

“Declan!” I cried
out, hand up to his shoulder.

“Kara.” He turned
around in an instant.

“Don’t go!” I
pleaded. He crushed me to him, kissing me like a starving man,
searing me on my mouth, my cheeks, my throat.

“I love you,” I
cried, kissing him back, not wanting to remove my lips from him for
an instant but needing to say it to him. “I love you.”

“Don’t cry,” he
whispered, wiping my tears with his fingers as he kissed them away.

“I didn’t know I
was.” I smiled and kissed him some more, my fingers twining up into
the hair he’d nearly pulled out moments ago. I drew him closer. I
never wanted to let go.

“I love you, Kara,”
he murmured into me and we kissed with an intense tenderness that
sealed my heart, making it whole. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve
put you through.”

“Shh,” I whispered
in his ear, hands caressing his shoulders. “That’s all behind us
now.”

“I should have done
it the second you asked,” he continued, torturing himself. I
couldn’t take the anguish in his voice. I had to make it better,
soothe him. Reaching up, I kissed his mouth so he’d stop, kiss me
back instead, meld our two breaths as one. Our tongues licked and
danced together, promising and guiding, loving each other.

He held me to him,
pressing me close against his chest and fast-beating heart, burying
his face in my hair. “I don’t care if you just want me for my
money, Kara. I’ll give it all to you. I’ll give you everything I
have. I don’t care.”

“Shut up, Declan.”
I brought my mouth to his again.

“But I want you to
know,” he broke away again, frustrating the hell out of me,
“there’s nothing going on with Courtney. I know I’m a dog. I’ve
been a dog. But when you saw us I wasn’t kissing her. She was all
over me.”

“OK.” I placed my
fingers to his lips, so wide and full, those lips that worked such
magic on me. “OK,” I repeated, stroking him now, caressing his
lower lip with my thumb, licking my own lips in anticipation. Because
right then, I did know. He was telling me the truth.

“I love you,” he
repeated, his arms surrounding me, binding me to his broad, hard
chest.

“I love you so much,
Declan.” My heart felt so full as I said it, brimming and
overflowing, finally released as it had needed for so many years. We
kissed as we repeated the words to each other, kissing and telling
each other what we urgently needed to say.

With a groan of
victory, he swept me into his large, powerful arms and strode to the
nearest building, his old cabin. Unlocked, unused with our reduced
ranch staff, Declan and I tumbled in. Fumbling hot and needy in the
dark, he pressed me up against the wall. He tore my shirt up and over
my head and ripped off my bra as if it had been insulting him. My
heart beat fast as I reached out for him, wanting him bare as well,
skin against skin. Kissing, moaning, pulling, we undressed each other
in haste, unable to bear another second without full contact.

Up against the wall, he
brought his hands under my ass to position me exactly how I fit best,
like two interlocking puzzle pieces. My legs splayed open around his
broad girth, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs. It felt
like being claimed by a lion, licking me all over, holding me with
his strong paws, his huge, hard body stretched over me as he tasted
every inch of me, scenting, marking, devouring me.

“Mine,” he growled,
hungry, possessive.

“Yes, Declan.” I
shuddered into him.

He grasped my thighs
and spread my legs even wider apart, pressing the full, hard length
of his cock against me. I threw my head back at the feel of him, so
dominant, so male. I wanted him so badly, inside of me, driving,
pounding. But he moved away, and I whimpered with loss. Until he
kneeled, spread me wider with his fingers and I felt his hot,
demanding tongue licking the full, straight length of my slippery
slit.

“Ah!” With a
scream, I already felt close to orgasm with the ferocity in his
movements, the unrestrained lust.

“Mine,” he declared
again, holding me fast with his hands, widespread for his access. His
wicked tongue plunged into me again and again, up to circle my clit,
work the sensitive bud, then down along my slit and inside of me,
making me frenzied.

“You belong to me!”
he hissed, angry, possessive. Circling my clit, he commanded, “Say
it!”

“I belong to you!”
I cried out, nearly undone, tears at my eyes.

Just as I was about to
come, he stood up suddenly and repositioned his hands, keeping my
legs spread wide and tilting my hips toward him. I nearly came at the
feel of his hard cock at my wet entrance, the thick, wide crown
pushing aside my folds. He plunged into me, full throttle, all the
way to the hilt. I came, shuddering, screaming and clasping his
shoulders. He supported my weight in his hands, his broad palms
underneath my ass cheeks. But he didn’t give me any time to
recover. Relentless, pounding, he began straightaway to fuck me long
and strong and hard, bruising my hips as he plunged into my wet pussy
again and again.

“Yes, Declan, yes!”
I could feel a few tears on my cheeks, fresh or from before I
couldn’t tell. I had so many intense emotions coursing through me.
All I knew was that I loved this man, so much, so completely.

“Do you know how many
times I wanted to do this to you?” he growled into my ear, fucking
me against the wall of his cabin. “How many nights I laid here
awake in this cabin thinking about doing this.” He thrust into me,
his hips pinning mine to the wall. I opened my thighs wide and tilted
my hips up to take everything he could give me. “I’ve wanted you
so long, so much.”

“I’m yours,
Declan,” I sang into his ear as he began stroking my clit, circling
the swollen nub, making me buck and strain against his thumb.

“I’m going to make
you come again and again, Kara,” he warned, dark and intense. “I’m
never going to stop.”

“Yes, yes!” I cried
out, pressing against him, all thoughts gone but yes, I needed this,
more, now.

“Declan!” I
screamed, so close so fast again, right at the brink.

“Mine!” He claimed
me, pounding into me so deep.

“Yes!” I screamed,
mindless, meeting his thrusts, needing even more.

“Come for me!” he
growled into my ear. Instantly, I shattered, my world exploding into
tiny bright pieces. I threw my head back against the wall and
screamed his name, coming and coming again as he kept plunging into
me.

“I’m going to fill
you with my come.”

I screamed, incoherent,
raw. He plunged in me deep and erupted with a roar. His cock widened
even more as he filled me completely and then shot out thick, hot
come. I took all of it, deep down inside as I shuddered and came in
blinding waves, my pussy clenching down on his cock. Screaming,
clawing like an animal, panting, I surrendered completely to the
ecstasy. He kept coming, fucking me still, deep inside as we panted
and called each other’s names.

“I love you,” I
whispered, reveling in my new ability to say it out loud, to admit it
not just to myself, but to him.

“I love you. I’m
not leaving.” He panted, hot into the crook of my neck. “Not now,
not ever.”

I wrapped my hands
around his neck and buried myself in the solid, hard muscles of his
chest. This man who’d tormented me for so many years, who now
offered me everything I’d ever wanted. My Declan.

His strong arms and
hands picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he brought
us over to the couch, sinking down with me on his lap. He kept his
cock in me and I wanted it there. I didn’t want to stop touching,
didn’t want to break our contact.

We started kissing
again, his hands winding into my hair, caressing, twining into the
strands. He pulled me down to him, closer, and thrust up in me, still
hard. “I’m going to fuck you all night long,” he whispered into
my throat, kissing me in the sensitive spot where my pulse beat.

“Yes,” I sighed,
hands feathering through his thick, soft hair as he began thrusting
up inside of me in a slow, steady rhythm. I spread my palms along his
chest, sounds of pleasure escaping from my lips as he trailed kisses
across my collar bone. How could he be so hard again already?

“Oh, Declan.” I
wrapped my thighs around him tight and took him in as much as I
could. With this man, my passion had no boundaries.

The night passed in a
blur, lovemaking and adoring words, stroking and coming and caressing
in disbelief. After all this time, after all the torment, we were
finally together. We’d finally done it, managed to work things out,
overcome our obstacles. After all those many years, we were together.

I didn’t know when we
fell asleep. I recalled dozing at one point, only to wake with him
behind me, spooning me, his hands at my breasts moving from slow and
luxurious to teasing and playful, coaxing my nipples into stiff,
aching points between his thick, expert fingers. He’d entered me
from behind, my juices slick, and he’d held me as he’d fucked me,
one hand securing my hip, one large palm around my throat. I’d
arched my head back, offering myself up to him, wanting him to be
able to see my breasts in the moonlight, my hard nipples, my jagged
breathing. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him all the time.