Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Beg For It 1) - Page 8

“Kara, when are you gonna slow down?” Harlan chastised her.

“I was going the speed limit, Daddy,” she pouted.

Aw, fuck. The boss man’s daughter. I should have known. Pretty china up on a shelf, look but don’t touch. Just my luck.

“Come on over here and meet Declan.”

She started walking toward us and I should have looked away, but I had to watch her move. I leaned against the house, boot up, playing it cool. Like I didn’t have a huge hard-on for her. The hotter you got, the cooler you had to act. I’d learned that fast in life. The instant you showed your weakness you were fucked.

She took one long stride after another, sex on legs, a lingerie model on a photo shoot. Well goddamn, the boss had a daughter hot as fuck. 100% off limits. Harlan wouldn’t want me messing with her, that much I knew straight away. He’d likely cut my balls off and I liked my balls. If I’d known a stick of dynamite like her was included in the job offer, I might have turned it down. I didn’t need that kind of trouble. I needed the work. I didn’t need some cheerleader porn star prancing around me, screwing things up.

I could see her me checking out. She got close enough that she saw my tattoo. Part of me wanted to flex, give her a ticket to the gun show and see her eyes widen in appreciation. I knew girls liked what they saw, all muscle and man. I’d had more than a few women come up to me, using interest in my tattoos as an excuse to touch, flirt, show me what they wanted. I was only too happy to oblige.

Kara’s lips parted as she gazed at me. I knew I’d never had anyone like her. There was something so fresh and pure about her. The girls I knew? They were out for what they could get, and seemed to know from a real early age that it might not be much. Life could be brutal and once you’d seen some serious shit go down, the kind that changed you for good, you sized up every new person you met like a potential enemy.

Kara wasn’t from that world. She had a sweetness to her, you could see it right away. Innocent, probably generous and trusting, too. She needed to stay the hell away from me.

I brought my arms up and crossed them against my chest, hand up over my tattoo: not for you, kiddo. This chick? I knew she wouldn’t want to play, not the way I liked to, rough and dirty. And there was no way in hell I’d go there, not with her father standing over us. I needed this job.

I glared at her. She got the message. She looked away, a flicker of hurt passing over her lovely features. Then she just looked pissed off.

“This here’s my little girl, Kara.” Harlan gave her a pat on the head like she was a toddler.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said to me, real tight and dismissive.

I nodded in response. I’d show her cool. Kara turned her attention to Harlan, working him, clearly used to getting everything and anything she wanted. A spoiled brat. And she had a boyfriend, her dad mentioned him. Some beefy farm boy, no doubt, taking her out to a goddamn bonfire or some shit that night. Dumb country bucks thinking they owned the world.

Someday, someday soon, I’d get the fuck out of there. I’d make something of myself and put all of the shit I’d been through behind me. It didn’t matter what was on paper, the stats—absent father, junkie mother, foster kid, criminal. Those were all just labels. I knew I was more than that. I had drive. I worked hard. And I had ideas, good ones. All I needed was the right opportunity. It might be at Harlan’s ranch. I just had to stay out of trouble, play my cards right and it would happen. I knew it would.

Whatever it was that Kara wanted, she got. “Course you can, princess,” Harlan said.

That nickname was perfect. I smirked. The princess caught me and scowled.

“Have a good time, sugar.” Harlan sent her off. She turned tail and flounced away in that tiny scrap of a skirt on up to her house. I didn’t watch. I locked my attention onto Harlan and kept my mind on business.

Harlan did too. He got right into saying exactly what I knew he’d say next.

“That girl walking right there? That’s my whole world.” Harlan chewed on a long piece of grass, looking out into the middle distance. “I’d kill anyone who hurt her. Not think twice about it.”

I nodded. Message received, loud and clear.

“What you do off this ranch? That’s your business. ” He looked at me, now, dead serious. “What you do on this property? That’s my business. You’re here to work and work hard. You stick to that and we’re going to get along just fine. How’s that sound to you?”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered honestly, straight and direct. I meant it.

He nodded. “You got determination, boy. I can see that in your eyes. You want to make something of yourself. I like that.”

“OK.” I shifted my weight. A guy warning me off of his daughter? That I got, I knew how to deal with that. But fatherly praise? That made me uncomfortable. My father had up and left before I was even born. That kind of ‘I believe in you’ shit didn’t sit right with me.

“Come on, let me show you around your new home.” I followed Harlan, wondering about that word. Home. I couldn’t say I’d ever had one. It wasn’t melodramatic. It was a fact. I’d never lived in one place more than a year. My mother never stayed put, always off in the middle of the night when she couldn’t make rent, crashing somewhere until we outstayed our welcome. Then after the fire, after she’d gotten locked up, then came the foster homes. None of those had exactly stuck. I had a few permanent scars I’d carry around with me, but nothing permanent about the houses and people who’d passed in and out of my life.

I wouldn’t stay at Harlan’s ranch long, either, just five months. Head down, eyes on the prize, I’d work my ass off. And I’d keep my mind and hands off that ass on my boss’s daughter.

§

That night, I checked out the local bar. I was 21 now but I’d had a fake ID for a couple of years and passed easy for 25. I was big and tall and tough. I hadn’t had a problem getting into a bar for a couple of years now.

I drank a few beers, keeping to myself and checking things out. It seemed pretty much like every other honky-tonk bar I’d been in across the state, and I’d been in more than a few. You had some married, drunk truckers trying to score with drunk local girls. You had some young bucks, showing off shooting pool and trying to score with drunk local girls. And you had me, figuring out which drunk local girl I was going to screw that night.

I surveyed my options. They teetered around in heels too high for them to handle and skirts too short to fully cover their goods. Bra straps slipping down, drinks sloshing across their tops, things got messy as the night wore on.

A scene like this, I was in my element. Easy pickings. No questions asked, a minimum of small talk, and some sweaty, balls-to-the-wall sex.

I always made sure they came first, such a gentleman. Really, it was that I got off on that, too. I liked seeing a girl’s face when she came. That moment when she forgot everything, whether she’d been trying to act sexy or whether she’d been nervous about looking good with her top off. I liked it when she got lost in desire, grunting and moaning and desperately needing more, shoving her pussy against me and bucking her clit for release. I loved watching a girl arch back and scream. Depending on where we were, sometimes I’d cover her mouth firm with my hand, keeping her quiet. Lots of times that made it even hotter, her eyes wide when she started to come, then closing in complete surrender.

I always marveled over it, how they lost themselves. Like they forgot everything, where they were, who they were with, maybe even their own names. They always came hard, though sometimes it was after a slow and steady build-up, coaxing it out of them. Sometimes it was fast and dirty, them grabbing my fingers and shoving them up inside like they’d been dreaming about it all night.

I always came, too, don’t get me wrong. And I definitely enjoyed it. But it wasn’t as if I ever forgot my name. My mind was always going, always on, churning through what was before me, what was past, what was ahead. I never forgot myself.

And tonight, I felt rest

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