Chapter 7
SEVEN
KATHERINE
Lance King kissed me like a fucking man.
The way he grabbed my chin, kissed me like it was the end of the world, and then left me breathless wasn’t on my bingo card for tonight. Or in this lifetime.
I never thought that I’d feel so drawn to this man, despite the history I knew of him. Or the fact that we’ve been in the same town all our lives.
He finally leans back, but I get on my tiptoes to kiss him again and he does that fucking smirk that I’m starting to like a little too much.
I wasn’t going to let the night end like this, me waving him off in his Uber while I sulked in my thoughts under the neon sign of the bar. If I was going to do something, it’d be tonight. Whether or not I let him take me to his bed, I didn’t fucking care.
“My ride’s here.”
I look at him. Waiting. And I think he’s waiting for my approval before he asks. Here goes.
“I’ll go with you,” I say confidently. His pupils enlarge for a second and my stomach does somersaults.
“Let’s go then, Chestnut.” The nickname is random, but I don’t think anything of it. I let him take my hand, pulling us out of The Lost Cowboy .
The Uber ride to his place is short, and I can’t even remember the last time I’ve driven by his property. Or if I have ever driven by at all . His place is basically on the other side of town from where I live, so there hasn’t really been any reason for me to drive out here.
Once the Uber stops us in front of his gate, he gets out to open it for the driver. He made it a point once we got in the Uber that he’d like for the driver to go past the gate to make sure I got out right near his porch steps.
Not sure why this had to be such a big deal to me, but it made me think things . Very dirty thoughts that made me want to pull him to my lips right there in the backseat.
“Have a nice night,” the driver finally says once we’re at Lance’s. I’m about to reach for the door handle, but he makes a noise, like a grunt, which makes me stop.
Lance runs around the back of the car and opens my door. It’s been a while since I’ve been treated this respectfully from a one night stand. Usually it’s a quick process of getting us into their bed; no doors are opened for me or the whole nine yards. I thank him softly before he grabs my hand and we head up the porch steps. There’s another house up further on the hill, it must be his mom’s. I’ve heard about Lucy King many times and how she chose to stay in Alpine even after her husband passed.
It seems like I know more about the King family than Lance has ever told me. But that’s also due to solely being with just one man for the majority of my life, Bennett. There was never really a time when Lance and I would be alone to even talk about the personal things. Why would I spend time trying to personally get to know another man in town when I had a husband?
It’s all still new to me and it’s been hard to transition from being newly divorced to navigating the dating scene. From hookup culture, to casually dating, to now wondering if I’m ready to seriously date someone again. I still don’t know what category I’m in or if I’ll just fall into the one night stand after tonight.
But something about Lance makes me think this won’t be a one night stand situation.
“Need a glass of water? Anything?” Lance asks once we’re finally inside the house. It’s dark and I can finally hone into the sounds of the animals around us. Some crickets, and even a distant howling like someone’s dog that’s kept outside.
“I’m all good, but thank you,” I tell him. I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling awkward and unclear about what I should do with my hands or myself in general.
Get a grip, Katherine. Why are you so nervous?
I look down the hall where there are a few doors lined up and I wonder which one is his bedroom. He follows my gaze before turning back to me.
“Are you sure?” It’s like he’s reading my damn mind and I’m suddenly super grateful for it.
I simply nod and he gestures toward the hallway to let me lead the way. “It's the third one on the right.”
I count the doors slowly in my head as I walk down the hall before we reach the third door. It’s like I can’t move my muscles and I swallow hard.
Fuck, I can’t do this. The thought of having a one night stand with Lance isn’t what I want. I want to stop that cycle. I want to?—
“Everything okay? Do you need help opening the door?” There’s a slight teasing tone in his words and it snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Y-yeah,” I mumble. I grasp the door handle tightly, knuckles turning white. God, he smells really good. Like amber and cedarwood with a hint of something else. What’s his cologne?
He’s all I can smell and it oddly grounds me for a moment, so I breathe it all in.
I push the door open and it’s like all my nerves have dissipated. There’s a king size bed in the center of the room and some simple wooden nightstands. A corner of clothes piled up on a chair, which makes me smile because same .
A TV is on one side of the wall on top of a dresser. I don’t know what I was expecting to see in his room, but it’s a normal bedroom. And it calms me. No expectations.
I head to the bed and plop down on it, patting the space next to me. He shakes his head and stalks toward me. I crane my neck when he reaches me, pushing himself in between my legs. I make a sound as I lean back onto the palm of my hands.
“Katherine,” he mumbles, so softly that I almost miss it.
“Lance,” I say with a smile. My heart is pattering like a drum as he’s leaning in closer, lowering onto his knees to be at eye level with me. I keep forgetting how fucking tall this man is as he runs his hand through his thick black hair. I reach out and run my fingers through it, pushing some strands behind his ear.
He looks up at me through his lashes and it’s the prettiest sight. There’s a wicked sense of…wanting to make him do whatever I ask. I’ve never done that before with a man. I’ve always been so submissive and letting them steer the conversations in sex.
But this time I want to speak up and I don’t know why the hell this man in front of me is making me feel this way.
“Say what you’re thinking, Darlin’,” he says with a deeper voice that shakes through my core.
“I want you to…” I lift his chin with my finger, “pleasure me.”
“In what way?” He breathes. He hooks a finger in the belt loop of my jeans. Just that motion alone makes my body jolt for him while his other hand rests gently on my thigh, his fingers slowly grasping with more force.
“Make me scream your name,” I say.
“Already planning on it,” he confirms.
“Eat me out until I’m begging you to just fuck me.”
His eyes widen for a moment before he leans closer. His grip on my thigh tightens even further, and a gasp leaves my lips.
“You could’ve just started with that, sweetheart,” he says simply.
As much as I was enjoying telling him what to do, the switch of him taking over doesn’t bother me. Maybe if we continue this, I can practice being dominant more. He can ease me into it.
And that idea makes me wishful that this will be more than just a one night thing.
“Lean back,” he says under his breath.
I follow his command and lean back. His hands are quick to unbutton my jeans and pull them halfway down my thighs. I help him get them off and he takes my shoes off just as quickly while simultaneously throwing both God knows where. His hands are back to my thighs and I suck in a breath. I’m ready to just get everything off . I wiggle to grab my shirt and yank it over my head.
“Eager,” I hear him say as he grips the waistband of my panties. I say a silent thank you to past Katherine for putting on cute panties instead of something super embarrassing.
“Shut up and eat me out, Lance.” I get the courage to bite back.
“You got it, Darlin’.”
And without further ado, he pulls my panties down to my ankles and to the floor. I can feel his breath against me and my thoughts stall. Fuck, he’s about to do this. We’re about to do this.
I can’t even express anything vocally because the next thing I know, his hands are gripping my hips and his tongue glides against my lips.
“Oh, God!” I scream, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair. He moans in response and continues to work his magic with his tongue. Have I ever been eaten out this well? The fact that I can’t even remember just shows how much I needed this from Lance.
“You’re doing so well for me, Darlin’,” he mumbles while we make eye contact for a second before he’s going back down. There’s a shift in his stance and that’s when I feel a finger teasing my entrance.
“Lan—” I can’t even finish my sentence before he slowly inserts his finger and his tongue glides against my clit. The feelings are overwhelming and I grip his hair, pulling him toward me. I don’t fucking care if I rip his hair out and I don’t think he minds either. I also don’t care if his fingers leave bruises on my hip.
Before I know it, he’s inserting another finger before fucking me so well that I don’t even know if I could take more. If he’s this good at just eating me out and fingering me, how is his?—
A third finger inserts and I scream his name. He chuckles and the vibration of his voice shakes my body. I continue to grip his hair with one hand while the other grips the bedsheets, like an anchor. I’m drowning in him and he doesn’t even know it.
“You almost there, Darlin’?”
“Y-yes,” I croak out with a shaky breath.
“Good, ‘cause you’re going to come for me, and then again. And again. I want you to come so much that you can’t think straight. That you can’t even beg for more because you’re so fucking satisfied.”
His words echo in my head while he goes back to licking and sucking my clit while fingering me. It doesn’t take long for the dam to break and I’m finishing on him. He lifts his head to catch me breathless before he dips his head again and continues.
I squeeze my thighs against his head, wanting him to stop but it feels too damn good. My head falls back in defeat and I look up at the ceiling and notice that there’s some design on it. Wallpaper of some sort.
Another orgasm starts to surface and it breaks me from my thoughts before I’m screaming his name again. I lift my hips up, attempting to get away from him but he pins me down with his hand on my stomach.
He really is a man of his word.
I lift my head to look at him once more, wanting to curse him out for actually doing what he told me he’d do. But the way he looks at me, his lips shiny from my orgasms, shut me up.
“You ready for another one?”
I shake my head and he laughs. “No, Lance. You were right.”
“Always am, Darlin’,” he teases. “Come on, one more for me.”
He’s going to ruin me tonight, and I fully allow him to.