The Guest (Steamy Shorts #16)

Chapter 2

2

KARA

I have never felt this horny ever. It took me one look at Kevin, and I was desperate for him to fill the empty ache within me.

I don’t know what it is about him. I’ve seen my fair share of hot men, but no one ever comes close to him.

As a fairly tall woman, he towers over me. He’s not massive, like the gym bros I usually see, but he has a runner’s body. Tall and lean and someone who can lift me off my feet and fuck me against the wall with no problem.

I’m not even into dark blonde, but crap, he’s so handsome I’m willing to make an exception. And those piercing blue eyes? They do something to me, and I want his gaze to never leave me.

It’s crazy, I know, but this magnetic draw is so new and unfamiliar to me. At twenty-one years old, all I’ve ever known was pleasuring myself. After meeting Kevin, I just want him to take me whenever and wherever he wants. I’ll be wet and ready for him.

With the way his eyes darken, I’m convinced whatever this is isn’t one way. He feels it, too.

“I hope your father is doing better,” Dad tells him.

It’s already past seven, and we’re only eating dinner now. He returned a little later because of the traffic, and I didn’t think he would appreciate it if Kevin and I ate without him.

Kevin has showered and changed into something more comfortable—a button-down, plain white short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts. I also changed into something more presentable for dinner—a soft cotton yellow maxi dress, which highlights my skin. Yes, I want to look good and irresistible for him. Sue me.

“He is. He’s stubborn as a mule, though, and refuses to fully step back from the business,” Kevin says as he slices a piece of steak on his plate. He refuses to meet my eyes and doesn’t acknowledge my existence even as I sit right across from him. If I hadn’t seen how he reacted earlier, I might have thought he disliked me.

“Ah, that’s Ellis Watson for you. I’ve known him for almost two decades, and he always works like he’s living from paycheck to paycheck. It must have taken a lot for him to announce his retirement last Christmas.”

“It did, but I kept him in the loop because he hates doing nothing at home.”

“That would probably be me too in a few years if Kara takes pity on me and helps me.”

Unexpectedly, Kevin turns to me. “You’re not interested in your father’s business?”

I smile, knowing exactly the kind of game he’s playing. “No. I’m going to strike out on my own.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“Oh, I have some plans. This and that.” I play with the broccoli on my plate, feeling uneasy because this conversation never ends well with my own father, and Kevin is putting me on the spot. “The fashion industry is a bit saturated, but my target market is pretty niche.”

“Fashion, huh?”

“Yup.” I put my fork down while sliding a bare foot to his calf. He jerks in his seat and coughs in his hand, flitting a gaze to Dad, who’s busy cutting into his garlic potato. “You think I’m not cut out for it?”

Kevin’s eyes are wild and unfocused, and he’s breathing hard. He grabs the nearest glass and finishes it in three gulps. “I’m pretty sure you’ll make it.”

“You are? I like the vote of confidence, unlike Dad…”

Dad perks up in his seat and looks at me over the rim of his eyeglasses. “I never said you weren’t cut out for it.”

“But you never gave me your approval, either.”

“You don’t look like someone who needs approval,” Kevin interrupts, trying to act nonchalant even as my toe travels higher and higher up his muscular thigh.

“I don’t, but it would be nice to have some support.”

Dad sighs. “I just don’t see a lot of market for custom-made bikinis.”

“You’d be surprised. Women have different bodies, different shapes. And yet, we have such limited options that it’s not fair.” I turn to Kevin, who looks at me with surprise and … is that awe and respect? “No one wants to walk around the beach in an ill-fitting bikini. We want something we know we look good in. Like me, I have what others call an athletic body, but it’s just a nice way of saying shapeless, and most bikinis are designed toward women with generous curves.”

Kevin nods slowly. “I didn’t know that, and I agree. That does have potential.”

My toe is now on his inner thigh. Too bad he’s wearing shorts. “Would you invest in it?”

“Depends on how you make your case. You told me the bare bones of the business, but I would need a solid plan.”

I lean back and rest both elbows on the armchair. God, how can he be sexier? I thought he was hot, but this side of him? The smart, calculating side? I almost come again just listening to him. “I’ll do that.”

Dad furrows his forehead. “Are you sure, Kevin? That doesn’t sound like something Watson Industries would be interested in.”

“No, but I am. It’s going to be a personal investment. My money, not the company’s.” His hand disappears under the tablecloth and rests on my foot, bringing it to his crotch. “But, like I said, she has to make her case. She needs to convince me to take a risk.”

Oh God. What is he saying? Are we still talking about the business or something else? He begins to massage my foot and presses it against his hard dick. I almost forget myself and squirm in my seat, seeking the friction I so desperately need.

“You hear that, Kara? He’s giving you a chance. Don’t squander it.” Dad goes back to his steak and steers the conversation in a different direction—his business with the Watsons.

But Kevin isn’t listening. He lets his gaze drop to my lips and my chest, all the while rubbing my foot against his cock.

For a good hour, it’s torture. I’m so wet that I thought I’d leave a spot on the chair. Kevin stays seated as Dad stretches and declares he’s going for a long, hot shower and sleeping early. After all, the party is tomorrow, and he expects no fewer than thirty guests.

I stand after him, leaving Kevin on the dining table, but as I pass him, I lower my head and nip his earlobe. “I’m not locking the door.”

I’m not sure he will take the bait, but I had to try. Now the ball is in his court.

In the bathroom, I step out of my clothes, light two of my favorite scented candles—lavender and vanilla—and drop a bath bomb in the clawfoot tub.

I inhale the aroma and let it wash over me. Soft, instrumental versions of my favorite Disney tunes play from the vanity speaker, and I dip my hand into the water to test the temperature.

It’s perfect.

I twist my hair in a loose bun and slide into the water, moaning at how heat wraps around me, soothing my sore muscles. It’s been a long day. I’m not complaining since I got the most wonderful surprise, but this is definitely a much-needed me time.

Closing my eyes, I lean against the cushioned headrest, my fingers brushing against the edge of the tub. When my body is fully relaxed, my thoughts stray to Kevin. Never have I felt so strongly attracted to anyone. Not like this, for sure.

Both in high school and college, the strongest I felt toward boys was, “He’s okay. Looks good, but that’s it.”

Kevin? I yearn for him enough that I’m willing to tease him in front of my father. A risk I’m willing to take, and I know deep down, it’s worth it.

He’s worth it.

A few minutes later, I hear the door creak. It must be Marianne, bringing me a new set of clothes.

But the figure standing in front of the slightly open bathroom door isn’t a girl. It’s Kevin.

Dear Lord.

Just looking at him makes my breath hitch and my core tighten.

He’s in a loose white shirt and black sweatpants, his hair damp from the shower. The door swings open slowly as he enters, and it feels like the floor has vanished from under me. If I wasn’t already sitting, my knees might have buckled.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is low and deep, and my eyes immediately go to the tent in his pants.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I thought I got an invite.”

“You did.”

He lifts his face to the ceiling and takes a deep breath. “What are you doing, Kara? What are we doing? Your father?—”

“I’m a grown woman who makes her own decisions. He is my father, but this is my life.”

“Why me? You said you don’t do this to others. Why me?”

I pull the drain stopper, and the soft gurgle of water draining echoes on the walls. The music continues to play in the background, but my heart is beating so loud that it’s the only thing I hear. That and my heavy breathing. “Because I felt something the first time I saw you. Almost like I found someone I didn’t know I was looking for.”

His neck flexes, his eyes turning half-mast. “I felt that too.”

“So what now?”

Kevin steps into the now-empty tub. Good thing it’s big enough for two.

He locks eyes with me as he crouches down, his hand grazing my skin and lighting my body on fire. He lifts my leg, rests my ankle on the edge, and does the same to the other.

I’m now fully exposed to him, and I don’t even know what he plans to do. One thing’s for sure. I won’t say no. I’m too desperate for him to do so.

He drags his gaze all over my body, feasting on me, and while it’s supposed to make me feel self-conscious, it doesn’t. With his fingers digging into my thighs, he drops his head and sweeps a tongue along my pussy.

Oh, dear God.

It feels so good that I let out a sound that’s part-animal, part-human.

He tightens his grip on me. “Stay quiet, Kara, or I will stop.”

I slap both hands to my mouth as Kevin gives my pussy slow, open-mouthed kisses. He flattens his tongue on my clit, and I clench my jaw so tightly, it begins to hurt.

Just when I thought I’d go crazy with want, he slips a finger inside me as he grabs my neck with the other hand and slams his lips to mine.

The kiss sets off an explosion in my head. I can taste myself on him, and when he drives his tongue into my mouth, I feel myself getting closer to the edge. He adds a finger, and I bow off the porcelain tub, rolling my hips to take the finger deeper.

“Miss Kara? I’m coming in. I got your clothes.”

Kevin and I freeze at the sound of Marianne’s voice. He’s left the bathroom door open, and I can see directly to my bed, which is where Marianne will go. “S-sure, Marianne. Just leave it on the bed. Thank you.”

I left the sliding doors open when I seduced Kevin on the balcony, and a wind sweeps through the room, opening the bathroom door further. Kevin ducks so fast and just in time because Marianne steps into my view. If I can see her, she can definitely see me, too.

“Oof, let me fix the bed for you,” she declares.

I open my mouth to tell her there’s no need when I feel Kevin’s tongue slide inside my pussy. His tongue! It takes every ounce of effort I have to swallow back a whimper. I want to tell Marianne to go and leave it alone, but I can’t form the words. I lean back and pretend I’m still having a bath when Kevin is down and eating me like I’m his last meal.

“I’ll close the doors so you won’t get cold when you leave the bath,” Marianne says.

I only make a soft sound of agreement and close my eyes. If she looks at me, she’ll see me relaxing in my tub. But I’m actually fighting for my life.

Kevin drapes my leg over his shoulder and circles his tongue on my clit while sliding two fingers in and out of me, and when he curls them inside me, my whole world shatters, and a moan escapes from my mouth. “Oh, God. This is too good.”

“A good bath will always do you wonders.” Marianne closes the door as I come hard. And by hard, I mean I’m shaking, and Kevin is lapping up my juices.

When I slump back, my strength sapped, Kevin lifts me in his arms, wraps a robe around me, and deposits me gently on the bed. I’m still in a daze, wondering what the hell was that, but as he kisses me, my body comes alive again.

My arms go around his neck, but he shakes his head and plants a kiss on my forehead.

“Good night, Kara. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He heads for the door and stops with his hand on the brass knob. “And know I’ll sleep tonight with the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”