Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (28 page)

“Yes! Oh God,
Declan!”

I worked her, licking
and sucking and flicking her clit over and over with my tongue. Just
as she was about to come, I stopped. As much as I wanted to drink in
her juices all day and all night, I wanted to see the look in her
eyes. I wanted to see her glazed over with lust and pleading with me
when she begged for me to finish her.

I took off her
blindfold. “Tell me what you want, Kara.”

“I want you, Declan,”
she pleaded, panting, her eyes wild with need.

“What is it you want,
exactly?”

“I want…” She
seemed to struggle with her words, fighting against herself,
embarrassed. I loved that in her, the shyness. I’d have a lot of
fun stripping it away.

“Tell me,” I coaxed
her, tracing hot kisses down her neck, licking my way down the valley
between her breasts.

“I want to take you
in my mouth,” she cried out. “I want to suck you and swallow all
of your come.”

I groaned. That was not
what I had expected her to say. Overcome by what she’d just
described, I suddenly couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more.

“Please,” she
begged, softly, urgently.

I couldn’t resist. I
withdrew the blindfold and unfastened her restraints. Heavy lidded, I
watched as she drew up on her knees and came to my side. Lips parted,
she looked down at the huge bulge in my sweatpants, the crown barely
visible at the waistband. She looked hungry. I couldn’t believe she
was about to take me into her mouth like I’d fantasied about
countless times, lick and suck me and drink down my come.

She slid my sweatpants
down. My cock sprang free and she reached a hand to it, wrapping it
hesitantly around the hard length as I groaned.

“I can’t believe
you fit in me,” she said, awed. “You’re so huge.” A drop of
pre-come pearled on the tip as I held my whole body rigid, waiting.
But then she paused, shy.

She whispered, “I
don’t have a lot of experience doing this so I don’t know if I’ll
be any good at it. Can you teach me how to do it right for you?”

I closed my eyes. Fuck.
She didn’t mean to, but that turned me on even more. Teach her to
do it right for me? I might come just thinking about it.

“You don’t have a
lot of experience?” I felt drunk, repeating her words.

She shook her head,
eyes averted, looking embarrassed. “I haven’t really done…”

“You’ve never gone
down on a guy before?” How was this luscious creature so
inexperienced all these years later? Sure, I liked the fantasy of her
pining away for me, celibate as a nun, but reality told me six years
was a long time. I hadn’t exactly left her with a lot of hope back
in the day, and she was so tempting, so perfect.

Blood pounded in my
ears. She still hadn’t responded. I leaned in closer to her on the
bed.

“Kara?”

“I’ve dated,” she
mumbled.

Damn it, she was being
evasive. I felt a surge of jealous rage. Whoever they were, these
men, I would find them and rip their heads off.

“Just dated, Declan,”
she continued, apparently able to read my thoughts. “I’ve never
done this before.”

I crushed her against
me, searing her with my kiss. Mine. She belonged to me. I kissed her
with a fire I hadn’t even known I had, a branding kiss, claiming
her as my own.

“Kara,” I breathed
into her, leaning her down against the pillows, parting her legs. I
knew nothing other than that I needed to be inside of her, now. No
time for foreplay, no teasing and stoking the fires. I was a volcano
about to explode.

I parted her legs and
plunged my cock deep up inside of her with one long, strong thrust.

“Yes,” she
screamed. The hot, wet walls of her pussy took me in tight as a fist.
I’d never felt anything so good. Like an animal, I thrust into her
again and again, driven on by my savage lust and her cries of desire.

“Mine,” I growled
with each hard, driving thrust.

“Yes,” she
responded, meeting me with her hips. I brought my hands to her knees
and forced them up, then pushed them down by her sides, opening her
even more. It drove her wild, frenzied. She thrashed underneath me,
taking me in all the way.

“Mine,” I claimed
her.

“More,” she called
out, writhing, sweaty and desperate. My balls slapping against her,
the headboard pounded against the wall.

I buried myself in her,
driving into her, relentless, fucking her senseless. The pressure
built in me, burning, heating up, until I knew I was about to
explode.

“Are you ready to
take my come?” I growled. The question sent her over the edge. She
began bucking helplessly underneath me, her hips raised off the
sheets as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Her tight pussy
squeezed my cock and I lost myself, mindlessly pumping thick come
into her as I roared out her name.

Panting, we lay in the
twisted, sweaty sheets, intertwined. I never wanted to get up again.
I wanted to lie there forever with her naked in the bed.

So I got up. I headed
over to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take
a shower,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t look back.

Under pounding cold
water, I pulled myself together. I’d lost control in there. I’d
meant to play with her, tease her, tempt her. Start a slow burn. And
I’d lost control. That didn’t happen with me. That wouldn’t
happen again.

After the shower, I
changed into some dark jeans and a crisp, fitted button-down shirt. I
had a couple of meetings that day, some calls with potential
investors, a pitch over drinks about a new opportunity. Sundays
didn’t slow down much for the self-made businessman. That’s where
I needed to focus.

I headed straight into
my office. Kara took a shower, too, then came in to see me. Enveloped
in a large towel, she stood there looking virginal and pink. I
cleared my throat, my dick stirring once again at the sight of her.

Embarrassed, she
murmured, “I don’t have any clothes.”

That’s right, I’d
ripped hers off last night in the elevator. I liked her naked. I saw
no reason for her to wear anything at all. But it was true, if she
were going to come with me to New York she’d better have something
to wear.

“You’re going to
need some. Tomorrow we’re flying to New York. Why don’t you go
shopping? I’ve got some work to do.”

“Shopping?”

“You need some
clothes. That towel’s not going to cut it. Though I do like seeing
you in it.” She blushed and looked down at herself. “Why don’t
you head back to those boutiques you saw the other day and buy
yourself some things?”

“Oh, I don’t think
so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel right
going and spending your money like that.”

Huh. That was a new
one. I didn’t think I’d ever heard anyone say that before. “You
do need some clothes, Kara.” I tried logic. She still looked
reluctant. “Or, no, that’s right, you have that t-shirt from last
night. The one I ripped in half. We could put a button in the middle
and you could wear that around. I could pop it open whenever I
wanted.”

“Not going to
happen.” At least now she was smiling.

“I need your help,”
I improvised. Why hadn’t I started with that? Kara could never
resist doing a favor.

“Really?” Kara
brightened visibly at the prospect.

“I need you to buy a
baby gift. My property manager in Bozeman and his wife just had a
baby.” I’d gotten a text early that morning. The baby had come
two weeks early, but was a perfectly healthy seven-pound boy.

“A baby?” She
clapped her hands together with a big smile. I wanted to tell her a
few more things that would take her hands away from that towel. It
had slipped an inch.

“Could you pick
something out?” I asked. “I’m terrible at that kind of thing.”
That was true, too, but of course my PA Angie typically took care of
all those sorts of needs. I had to admit, though, I liked the idea of
Kara picking something out for Brett and his wife. She’d have fun
doing it, too.

“Sure, I could do
that. Anything else?”

So eager. I had to wash
my mind out with soap. “Yes, while you’re out shopping, buy
yourself some clothes to wear in New York. And Kara,” I said,
serious. “Make sure you spend lots of money.”

Nutty piece of work
that she was, her response was a small, defiant pout.

Firm and in control
now, I pointed my finger at her. “When you come home, you’re
going to model it all for me. I want to like what I see. Don’t
disappoint me, or I’ll have to discipline you.”

“What?” She looked
at me wide eyed, suddenly nervous.

“You heard me. Now
get going.” I turned back to the computer. She walked out of my
office.

I wanted her nervous,
anticipating tonight. I liked the idea of her going shopping for me,
choosing things I might like that she could model for me. Clothes
that I could take off. Because as much as I loved that defiant spark
in her, tonight I’d enjoy teaching her some discipline.

Kara

Then

“Princess?” At the
sound of my father’s voice, I paused at the front door. I was
heading down to bring Bill his mail. He didn’t get much, so it
wasn’t any trouble to sort it and bring it down to him on Sunday
mornings. I usually gave him some of the extra fliers and sales
circulars Daddy and I would have thrown out, too. I knew he enjoyed
looking through it all.

“What is it, Daddy?”

“While you’re down
there, would you check in on Declan? He’s been fighting a nasty
flu. The man won’t stop working even with a raging fever.”

I didn’t need to be
asked twice. I about flew down to Bill’s, leaving his mail on his
porch after I rang the doorbell instead of staying to chat a few
minutes like usual. Rushing over to Declan’s cabin, I wondered how
long he’d been sick. I’d been avoiding him like it was my job for
the last two weeks. Ever since that night.

The night he’d caught
me. I’d snuck down to his cabin and pleasured myself on his bed.
He’d watched me do it, seen me come on my fingers as I’d called
out his name.

I still couldn’t
believe that had happened. No wonder I’d been hiding the past two
weeks. I was around a lot more—Bruce was already off at college for
pre-season football so I was officially single—but mostly I stayed
in the house. I was hiding and I knew it was ridiculous on my own
family’s ranch, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Declan
had seen. And what I’d done on his bed.

I’d been restless
that night, as I had been so often with Declan on the ranch. I
couldn’t sleep. In the heat, the sticky sheets, the air that
wouldn’t move, I’d lain on my bed throbbing and aching. Then, in
the middle of the night, I’d been drawn down to Declan’s cabin
like a sleepwalker, in a trance, pulled irresistibly down to where he
lived.

I had a key to his
cabin. We had keys to every building on the ranch. I knew it was
wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be going in. But he was out of town, or
supposed to be. I told myself he’d never know.

I’d never felt more
mortified, never been more panicked then when I’d heard Declan’s
voice in the doorway. After I’d come on my own fingers in his bed
while calling out his name. He’d caught me. There was no going
back. Now, without any shadow of a doubt, he knew exactly how I felt
about him, how much I longed for him. And he knew what a nasty girl I
really was.

Since then, I’d
literally hid in the house. I’d managed to avoid him almost
completely. Except one time for about the longest 30 seconds on
record in human history. I’d made the mistake of heading down to
the barn and then he’d walked in, no shirt, sweaty with his jeans
low on his hips. He’d stood there like a caveman, a big piece of
lumber tossed over his broad shoulder. He stopped in his tracks when
he saw me. All of the air left the barn. I stood, trembling, unable
to look away from his heated gaze, scared and nervous and desperate
to touch him. Then Bill had come in, thank God. I’d fled as fast as
I could.

Now, again at the door
of Declan’s cabin, I paused a moment so I could catch my breath. It
wouldn’t do to show up panting and sweaty, especially if he were
feeling just fine. But Daddy said he had a nasty flu. What if he
wasn’t OK?

I knocked. No answer.
Knocked again, then tried the doorknob. It was open, so I let myself
in.

The room was dark and
dank, shades drawn and no lights on. It felt like no one had let air
into it in a couple of days. “Declan?” I called out. No answer.

Movement on the bed
about made my heart stop. Declan lay there, eyes closed.

“Declan? Are you OK?”
I rushed to his side. He didn’t open his eyes. Even in the dark
room, I could see he looked sweaty and flushed. I brought my hand to
his forehead. He was burning up.

Swearing under my
breath, I headed to his bathroom. Did a pig-headed man like Declan
have any medicine or did he just plan on walking it off all the time?
Opening his medicine cabinet, I found a First Aid kit and then, on
the bottom shelf, an old bottle of Aspirin. That would have to do.
Shaking, I shook a few pills into my palm. In his kitchenette, I
found a glass in a pile of dirty dishes in his sink. That would have
to do as well.

Back at his side, I
tried to coax him awake. “Declan?” I brought a hand to his hot
forehead. His black hair lay plastered to him. I smoothed it back.
“Declan, you need to sit up. You have a fever. You need to take
some medicine.”

Suddenly, his hand
grabbed my wrist and pinned it down to the pillow. He looked at me,
wild-eyed and crazed with fever. “Don’t you dare!” he spat out.

“Declan, it’s
Kara.” Frightened, I brought a hand to his unshaven cheek. “You’re
sick.”

Panting, he sank back
down, exhausted, eyes on me still. I grabbed the Aspirin and water
from his bedside table and brought it to his mouth, half-expecting
him to bash it away against the wall. Instead, watching me, wary and
guarded like a wounded animal, he parted his lips. I placed the
Aspirin in his mouth and brought the glass to his lips. He drank a
sip and swallowed, then drank more, finishing the whole glass. Then
his eyes shut again and his hand fell off of my wrist. His body
slumped, passed out.