Unleashed: Volume 2 (Unleashed #2) (5 page)

There was no way I
could hold on any longer. My balls ached, filled and needing to
explode. I groaned.

Kara looked up,
straight into my eyes. I locked right onto her. It was her I spoke
to, urgent and heavy, when I growled, “I’m going to come.”

I shot out like a
gushing fountain. I heard Layla gagging, struggling to take in all of
my hot load. It felt so intense, pumping out of me, knowing Kara was
watching.

By the time I opened my
eyes she was gone. Nothing but an empty doorway.

But I’d heard her.
Before she’d left, right after I’d told her I was going to come,
she’d moaned. It was a soft moan, creamy, thick and needy. If I
only knew one thing, it was that I was going to make her moan like
that again. Soon.

I kicked Layla out of
there fast. She didn’t care, she’d gotten what she came for. I
showered, threw on a pair of jeans and paced around the cabin for
what had to be a couple of hours. I wanted to go after Kara, wanted
to pound up the steps of the house, rip off those shorts of hers and
plunge my fingers into her wet, needy pussy. I wanted to feel her
dripping juices, touch her, taste her, stroke her slick little clit
until she called out my name, begged me, and came all over me again
and again.

But I didn’t. Harlan
was up there, too, after all. He wouldn’t exactly be happy about me
ravaging his baby girl. And Kara had to be freaking out. A girl like
that, innocent and naive, I’d bet money that she’d never seen
anything like that before. She’d better not have done anything like
that before, I’d cut Bruce’s balls off. But my gut told me no,
she’d never gone there, done that. In the moment, in my doorway,
she’d gotten caught up in it. But now I bet she was up in her room
having a fit. How could she have stayed and watched?! How could I
have caught her?!

After this, she’d
probably work even harder to avoid me. And she was right, she should.
I was nothing but trouble. I was everything her father had ever
warned her about and more. But after tonight, that trouble was coming
for her.

§

A couple of days later
I was standing outside of the hardware store downtown, if you could
call one street with about 50 yards of sidewalk and a couple of dusty
old stores a downtown. I’d come there to buy an axe and then one of
those guys as old as the hills who liked to talk was doing just that,
telling me a story about something that had happened way back when. I
wasn’t in a rush so I stood there. Yes, I was generally an asshole,
but I liked to think I picked my moments.

Who should I see
strolling down the sidewalk toward me but Kara with her corn-fed
quarterback boyfriend? Bryce, Brian, whatever the hell you wanted to
call him, he was an idiot. They walked together, the douchebag with a
goddamned backpack slung over one shoulder. Like he was practicing to
be in college. He was such a tool. I could see him now on the main
quad, pledging a fraternity, popping his collar at some preppy
kegger. If he even knew how to kiss a girl right I’d eat my shirt.

Kara chattered away
like a hummingbird, fresh and rosy. She wore a flippy pink skirt that
ended mid-thigh. Did she have any idea what those kind of skirts did
to a man? Sometimes I thought she did, other times I guessed she was
as naïve as a newborn foal. How many guys had tried to get a peek up
that skirt today? It made me pissed off just thinking about it.

If she were mine, I’d
get her alone and have her wear just that skirt, no panties. Or
something even shorter with the hemline barely kissing the bottom
edge of her luscious ass. I’d make her strut around for me. In
heels. I shifted my stance, my cock starting to press against the
zipper of my jeans. She wasn’t mine, I reminded myself. Not mine,
not now, not ever.

Kara looked up and saw
me. She looked away real quick, like I embarrassed her. I knew I
should look away but the sadist in me kept on watching. The man next
to me kept on jawing away.

As they walked past,
football boy glanced at me. I narrowed my eyes. So I could see, he
pulled Kara in close and gave her a kiss, marking her. Like she was
his.

My hand gripped the axe
I was holding so hard my knuckles went white. It probably wasn’t
such a good idea to be holding an axe right then. I’d never been a
violent man. I’d seen too much of it growing up to have it make me
anything but sick. I got my rush out of pussy, not cracking skulls.
But if anything were to push me over the edge, it would be that
assclown with his arm wrapped tight around Kara.

I nodded my good-bye to
the old-timer. He kept right on talking. Someone else would come
along soon and listen. I climbed in my truck and couldn’t help but
sit there for a second, watching them head over to his ride. Of
course he drove a clean, shiny new sedan and not a dusty old truck. A
goddamned Lexus. Such a pussy.

But even I had to
admit, she fit with him. Both young and blond and clean-cut. Harlan
loved him. I could see why. A college man, the mayor’s son. Future
pillar of the community and all that.

I was sure quarterback
boy liked Kara for the same reason. She was a puzzle piece that fit
into his picture, a blonde cheerleader to drape on his arm. But I bet
he didn’t even know her. Not really. He didn’t see every day how
good she took care of her father, how she always helped everyone out
without ever being asked. I knew how she sang to herself when she got
real happy busy in the kitchen with the windows wide open, and how
every now and then she’d let herself sit out on the porch swing and
gaze at the sunset. She’d grown up without a mom and still greeted
every day like a blinding ray of sunshine.

The hulking corn-fed
dumbass drove off with Kara in his car. I was no nuclear physicist,
but still, I bet that kid couldn’t find Kara’s g-spot with a map
and a compass. I hated that he got to try.

§

A few days later, it
rained. It took me by surprise. I’d been working late, past seven
o’clock mending a fence, and I almost got caught in it. I ducked
into the barn just in time.

A few minutes later,
Kara ducked in, too. She stood there in the dark, drenched to the
bone, watching the storm out the window. All hell was breaking loose
outside. I wondered if it was about to happen inside, too.

She didn’t realize I
was there, standing in the shadows. I knew I could stay in the
darkness and wait it out. A summer squall like that, no looming
clouds or warning claps of thunder, it was bound to pass quick. But
some chances were too good to pass up. I took a step toward her.

I didn’t go in for
grand, romantic emotions, the kind you’d find on a box of
chocolates or a card from the drug store. They struck me as corny at
best, straight-out bullshit when you were honest about it. But seeing
Kara standing there radiant, exhilarated from the storm, her eyes
shining, her hair slicked back from the rain. She took my breath
away.

I took another step
forward into the dim light filtering through the window. “Takes
your breath away, doesn’t it?”

She turned toward me
with a gasp. She hadn’t known I was there. I should have left well
enough alone, I knew that. But then she brought a hand up to her
heaving chest and I realized that her shirt was plastered to her
chest. Soaked through to the skin and completely see-through, her
full, lush breasts were bared entirely to me.

“You’re all wet.”
I drew closer. I could smell her there in the darkness, so sweet like
fresh-picked strawberries, plus something more female, intimate,
drawing me closer. She started to shiver.

“You cold?” I
whispered, just us, alone, in the dark. She bit her lip and nodded
yes.

A good excuse to touch
her. I brought my hand to her shoulder, so soft like silk. Reverent
and gentle, I worshipped the feel of her shivering, smooth skin under
my rough heat. Her breathing started coming faster, shallow.

With one finger, just
one, holding back with every ounce of strength I possessed, I traced
a line across her shoulder up over to the strap of her tank top. It
was a skimpy one, the kind of thing she typically pranced around in,
driving me wild. Usually, I had to turn away and force myself not to
look. Not now, though. Now, I could touch.

It felt so flimsy in my
grasp. I knew I could tear it right off of her.

“What are you
wearing?” I asked, my voice harsh and strained. She quivered
slightly under my attentions, nervous and shy. So inexperienced. But
I could tell she was aroused. Her nipples stood out, pebbled, firm,
pushing against the soaking wet t-shirt.

“A tank top,” she
whispered.

I made a sound low in
my throat, almost like a growl, and in two steps I had her back up
against the wooden barn wall. I pinned her there, one hand at her
creamy shoulder, one at her hip, my gaze fixed on her chest, drenched
from the rain, illuminated by the fading dusk light of the window.

Her breasts looked like
luscious, tantalizing fruit. There she was in front of me, ripe and
ready, but not mine for the taking. Frustration lashed through me.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t
bite back my swear.

“Declan?” My name
came out of her lips, half-question, half plea. Watching her shiver
there, trapped under my hands, I licked my lips.

“You’re soaked.”
Strangled with need, my voice came out choked. I stared at her
heaving chest. She followed my gaze and realized what I saw, every
inch of her revealed to me, the thin cotton of her top soaked
through, the light gauzy lace of her bra offering no cover. Her
breasts were completely on display, the fabric plastered to them,
outlining, highlighting, and her nipples were hard as rocks. The
swollen tips pushed out urgent, erotic, begging for me.

“Why’d you come in
here, Kara?” I growled, not breaking my gaze, pressing her there. I
kept my body tight, coiled, tension lacing through me, trying to hold
myself back. She wasn’t mine. She couldn’t be.

“I… it started
raining.” She squirmed under my stare. “I needed shelter.”

“You came in here to
get shelter.” No shelter here, not at all. I couldn’t resist
dipping my head down to her bare throat and scenting her like an
animal. I drank her in, filling my lungs as if I could sustain myself
on that alone. She started to pant.

“You thought you’d
found someplace safe.” My lips traveled the length of her throat,
so close to her skin, but not touching. But Adam couldn’t resist
Eve, and he had to have been a much better man than me.

So slowly, such a light
whisper of a touch, I flicked out my tongue to taste. I pressed it
against her skittering, racing pulse, licking her there. Marking her.

She gasped, tilting her
chin back, baring her throat. Giving herself to me. The deep, primal
urge to claim her flooded my senses as I licked her soft, warm skin.
Her breasts heaved with her breathing, her nipples straining and
aroused.

“Instead, you found
me,” I said, gruff.

I wanted to make her
wild. All at once, I brought my mouth down, hot and full, around her
aching, needy breast.

“Ah!” she cried
out, her eyes closing as my mouth claimed her, sucking, licking right
through her thin, wet shirt. Finding her sensitive, aching nipple I
sucked hard, bringing my teeth down lightly, right on the tip. She
gasped, clutching my shoulder.

At her other breast, I
sucked and licked, bringing my hands up to cup and massage, bringing
her tip right into my mouth.

“Oh! Declan!” She
cried out. She liked it. I started to tease her, licking, trailing my
hot tongue in a circle around her nipple. She writhed under me as I
tortured her, not touching her aching, swollen bud, not giving her
what she needed.

“Declan!” she
nearly screamed, until I closed my mouth directly over her nipple,
pulling it between my teeth, harder than last time.

Shocked, she smacked
her head back against the wall. I’d never seen anything more
gorgeous than Kara swept away with lust, mouth open, eyes closed, her
tits in my hands, in my mouth. I could tell she was eager and ready
for anything I wanted to do to her. And I’d fantasized about doing
so very many things, so many filthy, nasty, dirty things she’d beg
me to do to her.

Only she wasn’t
filthy, dirty and nasty. She was a sweet, naïve, innocent girl who
had the shit luck to stumble into the den of a beast like me. And she
wasn’t mine to take. She was my boss’s daughter, explicitly
forbidden in every way.

I pulled away. I don’t
know how I did it, but somehow I battled myself off of her, away from
her. Infuriated, impotent rage coursed through me. I turned away,
desperate for what I couldn’t have.

“Get out of here,”
I barked at her, striding back into the shadowy depths of the barn.

“What?” she asked
behind me, breathless and confused. “Declan?” she called after
me.

“Now!” I bellowed,
leaving no room for questions, no opening for discussion. Commanding,
firm. Brutal.

She did as I told her,
leaving me alone in the cold, dark barn, my hands clenched in fury.
With an explosion of rage, my fists found a bale of hay and tore into
it, punching, pummeling, grinding it into the ground. Consumed by
hunger, longing, fury at being deprived.

Panting, my knuckles
bloody from pounding the rough floor planks, I stopped myself. It
didn’t do any good to scrounge around in the dark like an animal.
I’d had enough days like that in my life, fighting for survival,
scrabbling through foster homes, a brute resorting to my fists.

That wasn’t me, not
anymore. I was on the cusp of something bigger and better. I didn’t
know what it would be yet, not exactly, but it was so close I could
almost taste it. And I needed this job to make it happen. I couldn’t
screw up and get in trouble. Harlan would badmouth me and who knew,
that standing offer from the other ranch to come back and work in the
fall might dry right up. There I’d be yet again, stranded and
empty-handed.