Page 15 of Tragic (Lark Cove 3)
I pulled out slowly, my thumb never stopping, then slammed in hard. Piper cried out as another spasm rocked through her core. The squeeze was unbearable, incredible torture. My teeth clamped on the inside of my cheek, biting down hard. The pain distracted me just enough to endure the rhythm as I pounded into her.
We fucked hard and fast. Piper bra
ced her arms on the wall above her head and met my strokes one after the other.
A slight gasp and a shudder were the only warnings she gave before her inner walls bared down on me and she detonated. Her torso jerked off the couch, her body at the mercy of her orgasm.
When she started to come down, I left her clit and cupped her breasts, letting them fill the emptiness of my hands. Then I unleashed, hammering into her until I couldn’t take it anymore and tipped over the edge.
White spots burst behind my vision and every muscle in my body shook as I sent stream after stream into her tight body. My heart was thundering and my hands shaking when I finally felt my release subside.
Piper was flushed and beautiful, staring up at me with those big damn eyes. Some of the lust had disappeared, revealing their normal color. They weren’t just brown, but a unique mixture of chocolate dipped in honey.
A man could disappear into those eyes. He could get lost and never want to be found.
Outside, a hawk screamed. With his piercing cry, the situation I’d put myself in came rushing back. I’d just fucked a perfect stranger on a camper couch with thin cushions and scratchy upholstery.
I’d just fucked my new neighbor.
Without a condom.
“Son of a bitch.” I slid out and stood, going straight for my pants.
“What’s wrong?” Piper sat up and wiped the hair from her face before swiping her shirt from the floor to cover her chest.
What’s wrong? I didn’t need this complication. I didn’t need my neighbor’s noisy distractions. I didn’t need her constant temptation.
I stepped into my pants, tucking away my still-hard cock. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Damn it.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I’m clean. And I’m protected against, um . . . pregnancy.”
Thank the fucking stars for that. “I’m clean too.”
“Good.” She nodded, still not looking at me.
I wasn’t sure if she was giving me an out or if she needed a moment of her own to regret fucking her neighbor, but I didn’t ask. I gathered my shoes, socks and shirt, then bolted out the camper’s door.
I fucked my neighbor.
Honestly, I never thought it would happen. Was I intrigued by my sexy neighbor? Sure. Did casual, hot sex with a man who had muscles upon muscles sound appealing? Absolutely. What recently divorced, single female wouldn’t want a guy like Kaine to make her see stars?
He was the unintended perk of picking this house as my forever home. From day one, I’d hoped to get to know him intimately. I’d earmarked him as a potential Post-Divorce Fling.
But I’d never really expected it to happen.
And certainly not the week I’d moved in.
At thirty-two years old, I’d been with two men. One was my high-school boyfriend of three years. The other, my ex-husband who I’d met in the dorms our freshman year of college. We’d dated for four years before getting married after graduation.
I hadn’t flirted with a man in over a decade. My skills at picking up a man weren’t just rusty, they’d never existed in the first place. So the fact that I’d just had sex with my neighbor was more than just shocking, it was unreal.
If not for Kaine’s semen sticking between my thighs, I would have sworn I’d fallen asleep after lunch and had one hell of a wishful dream.
When my marriage had imploded, I’d thought about going down to a corner bar and finding a random hookup. But I’d never had the courage. Now I was glad that I’d stayed home all those lonely nights.
Kaine had been the right choice for my first foray into casual sex.
I stared up at the camper’s ceiling and ran my fingers over my lips. Kaine’s beard had rubbed the skin around my mouth raw. My nipples had suffered under the rough calluses of his fingers. And my vagina would be sore for a day.
