Kinda Don't Care Read online

  But on her? She pulled them off, and they didn’t make me want to throw them away like they had when my sister had worn them.

  Her computer—which had half a million stickers on it—sat on the couch next to her. What looked like code was pulled up on the screen, but without moving closer, I couldn’t tell for sure due to the glare on the screen.

  She was wearing a sweatshirt—which I might add was mine—that completely engulfed her small frame. Her shorts were so short that they were tucked up under the sweatshirt, making it look like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

  And those goddamn toes of hers were painted neon green and highlighter-fucking-yellow. They alternated in a pattern, and they were so freakin’ cute that I realized that I might very well be delusional.

  What the hell was it about Janie that had me thinking everything about her was so fucking cute?

  Because she is cute, dumbass.

  My inner monologue wasn’t appreciated at this moment in time, so I moved farther into the room and walked up to where Janie was still reaching for the remote.

  Once within reach, I bent down, picked it up and then held it out to her.

  She gasped, surprised to see me standing there, and growled.

  “You scared the shit out of me!” she hissed, falling back on the couch and slapping her hand over her chest as if to help calm her heart.

  “I wasn’t quiet when I came inside,” I pointed out. “What are you doing here?”

  Janie grinned. “You know why I’m here.”

  “I know why you told me you were here,” I countered. “But why are you really here?”

  Because if she even hinted it was because of that kiss right now, I would rip that sweatshirt from her body, tie her to the chair with it, and then I’d fuck the absolute hell out of her.

  Janie bit her lip, and I realized that I was going to have to go for it.

  This thing between us was unreal, and it wasn’t going away.

  I’d have to fuck her.

  Then, after I fucked her, maybe I could control myself.

  Maybe what we had going on wasn’t as explosive as I thought it was.

  Maybe, just maybe, I was fucking crazy, and it was all some sort of irrational reaction.

  Maybe we could get each other out of our systems.

  “Because of the kiss.”

  And there it was.

  I moved.

  The pie moved with me and fell in my haste to get to her. It fell, catching the lip of the coffee table on its way down, scattering bits, globs and pieces everywhere.

  It didn’t matter. I’d clean it up later.

  Or maybe I would bring the Shop Vac in here and suck it up.

  Whatever. I didn’t fucking care.

  I lunged toward the couch, and Janie gasped in surprise.

  She didn’t hesitate when I lifted the sweatshirt from her body.

  Her limp, wet hair fell against her skin of her back, causing her to shiver.

  Let her be cold.

  It’d only make her nipples harder.

  “Stand up,” I ordered.

  Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were wide.

  But she stood up.

  I don’t know if she sensed my instability or what, because she didn’t make a move. She didn’t so much as twitch her lips.

  “Go to the coffee table and lay down,” I rasped. “On your back.”

  She looked down at the coffee table where half of the pie was in a puddle, making a dripping mess as it spilled over the sides, but didn’t so much as hesitate.

  “Do you want my shorts off first?” she asked as she took a step.

  I grinned—this grin was as fucking real as it got with me—and shook my head. “No.”

  She went to the coffee table and laid down, then spread her legs so that they were on either side of the table, her toes mere inches from the floor.

  I walked to her and looked down at her.

  “Don’t move.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”

  Something about her calling me ‘sir’ felt so goddamn right that my dick hardened to full mast in my pants. If any more blood made its way to my engorged cock, it’d literally burst.

  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife. It was an Old Timer. Ugly and yellow.

  I’d found it in the street when I was eleven, and I had carried it with me ever since.

  I’d never once been more grateful that I’d decided to always have it with me than I was right then as I took the knife to Janie’s shorts and cut them at the seams.

  The shorts fell from her body as Janie’s gasp filled the air.

  “I could’ve taken them off for you,” she whispered breathlessly.

  I grinned. “Yeah, but then I couldn’t have gotten the enjoyment out of cutting them from your body, now could I?”

  She curled her lips over her teeth but didn’t say a word.

  I took the knife to her shirt next. Cutting it straight down the middle from collar to belly. I felt a brief moment of regret at cutting something off her body that molded so perfectly to her breasts.

  However, once those breasts were exposed to me for the first time, my momentary flash of guilt fled.

  She had the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen.

  Perky with blush-colored nipples, I wanted to devour them.

  They’d also bounce nicely when I started to thrust roughly inside of her.

  Fuck. Me.

  “What now?” she breathed.

  I trailed the tip of the knife lightly down her chest, belly, and then pubic bone, coming to a stop once I reached the leg hole of her panties.

  I hooked one single finger in the waistband, and then tugged the knife up, shredding one side of the lace.

  The other leg hole followed, and I yanked the material out from under her, then brought it up to my nose.

  Her eyes widened as I inhaled deeply, and her mouth parted.

  “Smells like everything I’ve ever hoped for,” I informed her, then shoved that scrap of fabric into the back pocket of my jeans.

  She swallowed thickly as I took the knife and slammed it blade first into the wood next to her side. Once it stopped wobbling, I yanked her down until her legs hung over the coffee table completely, and her ass was at the edge, exactly where I wanted it to be.

  Then, the harsh crack of my hand slapping against the side of her ass and hip had her jumping in surprise, momentarily distracting her long enough for me to do what I did next.

  “Put your knees to your chest,” I ordered.

  The coffee table was the perfect size.

  Small enough for her body to barely fit, but tall enough for me to be at the perfect height to do what I wanted to do.

  She did as she was told, and I nearly went down on my knees when her pussy was exposed to me for the first time. Her legs went up and fell to the side, nearly touching the table with the front of her thighs with how wide she’d spread herself open.

  So fucking flexible.

  So sweet and pink, I wanted to lick it all up and never stop.

  I picked up the sweatshirt from the floor and wrapped it around her body, as well as the coffee table, then wound the arms of the sweatshirt tightly around her lower half, tying her into that folded position with the front of her thighs touching the wood of the coffee table at her sides.

  Once I had it tight enough, I moved the knot of the sweatshirt arms high up, just under the back of her knees, ensuring that the sweatshirt would stay in place if she decided to move.

  Which she did in the next instant.

  She rocked her hips, trying out the bonds, and her eyes widened when the fabric creaked—the knot only tightening.

  She scowled, which caused me to grin.

  “I think I forgot to mention I’m into bondage,” I teased casually. “You really are in over your head here, little girl.”

  She licked her lips in worry
.

  I could practically read the fear on her face.

  “Afraid you agree that you’re in over her head, girl?” I teased, running the tip of one finger down the inner seam of her thighs. Not quite touching her pussy, but not quite appropriate, either.

  She shivered at the feel of my finger touching her delicate skin, and I didn’t miss the speed in which her breathing had picked up.

  But she didn’t deny me.

  She didn’t pull away.

  Didn’t say no or tell me to go fuck myself.

  She only looked at me with those goddamn mesmerizing eyes that were practically begging me to fuck her and fuck her hard.

  Something I would be doing.

  Soon.

  But for now, I had two fantasies that needed to be fulfilled before I got my cock anywhere near her.

  Because I knew, once my cock touched that perfect pussy of hers, I wouldn’t take my time.

  I wouldn’t be gentle, and I wouldn’t hesitate.

  I’d fuck her and keep on fucking her until I couldn’t fuck her anymore.

  Until all the energy left my body and I was left a husk of a man.

  I dropped down to my knees beside her and then leaned over to take a deep inhale of her pussy straight from the source this time.

  She smelled divine.

  Ripe and sweet, exactly like I’d always dreamed.

  “Please,” she breathed, trying to move her hips.

  I smirked, then dropped forward until her pussy lips were inches from my face.

  The moment that my tongue was close enough, I took one single swipe from clit to anus, and felt her flavor practically burst on my tongue.

  I growled in surprise at her sweet taste and immediately went back for seconds.

  Then thirds and fourths.

  Until finally, I buried my face in her pussy and inhaled her.

  Licking, sucking, and playing, I didn’t stop until she was on the verge of orgasm.

  But, the moment she got close, I pulled away, not willing to let her come yet.

  “Please,” Janie keened.

  I brought my hand up and circled that tight bud with one finger.

  The coffee table jolted with her jump of surprise.

  I chuckled darkly, then moved that finger down to swirl around her entrance.

  She shivered, her pussy clenching on empty air, searching for my finger as if she knew that I was going to insert it any moment.

  But I wouldn’t.

  The first thing that was entering Janie’s body would be my cock, not my fingers.

  I wanted her to feel my cock for days after I had her, to remember that it was me who made her sting every time she moved.

  I leaned over and snatched the fat pillow off the couch, then put it on the ground where I was kneeling.

  Moments later I stood and started to strip.

  She watched me with eyes glazed in passion, her mouth slightly open, and her nipples peaked.

  I lost the shirt, first.

  And her eyes took absolutely everything in. My chest. My six-pack. My V.

  Oh, and my gun that was hiding one side of that V that I was carrying in an appendix carry.

  Her eyes flicked back up to my eyes, and she took a deep breath, almost as if she was steeling herself for what was to come.

  I winked.

  She was a smart girl.

  Janie shivered.

  I removed the gun from my belt and placed it carefully on the table next to the couch, then moved to the belt of my pants.

  I tossed it up by her head for later, just in case she got unruly and tried to do things with her hands—you know, like touch me and force me to lose the last bit of control that I was already desperately holding onto with everything I had.

  My pants sagged the moment that my belt was gone, riding down low on my hips to expose the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear.

  Which she noticed very quickly.

  She took a deep breath, causing her chest to rise, and my eyes to go to those breasts that I hadn’t had proper time to play with yet. But I would.

  Soon.

  Just not right now.

  Right now, I had one thing on my mind, and that was sinking my cock inside of her until neither of us could tell where she ended, and I began.

  Then, once I sufficiently reminded her of who she was messing with, I’d start the whole process all over again.

  Whatever errand she was down here for was about to be put on hold, and I would be the one to put it there.

  After unbuttoning and unzipping, my hands went to the waistband of my jeans, and I pushed them off my hips. They fell to my feet with what felt like the loudest whisper I’d ever heard.

  Janie’s gasp was enough to give me a fuckin’ complex.

  I knew what she saw.

  I had a big dick, and I knew it.

  I’d known it since I was a kid in high school and could compare.

  But Janie’s eyes went from lust to worry, and I grinned.

  “Not sure you want to play anymore?” I teased, fisting my cock and giving it a pump.

  She licked her lips and then croaked, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I’m just wondering if I’ll be able to walk afterward.”

  I dropped down onto the pillow, which lifted me to just the right height to place my cock directly at her entrance, then leaned forward to run the length of the underside along her wet cleft.

  She gasped and arched, her breasts heaving, as my cock head touched her clit.

  I grinned, then did it again. And again. And again.

  I repeated the process until she was squirming, and my cock was fully coated in her excitement.

  Then I notched the head at her entrance and slowly started to forge my way inside.

  I didn’t stop until I physically couldn’t get any more inside of her without hurting her, and then started to pull back.

  We repeated that process three more times before I was satisfied that she’d taken all of me that she could, then I stopped and studied her.

  Her eyes were once again in the zone of euphoria, her breasts tightly peaked, and she had a flush rising over her chest.

  Her mouth was closed, and her jaw was tight, but those eyes were aimed directly at me.

  Wanting more.

  “Ready?”

  Janie smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

  I pulled back and slammed back inside, my ball sack hitting her anus as I did.

  I kept my eyes on her tits at first, enjoying the show as they bounced and bobbled, knowing if I looked down at where Janie was split open, impaled on my dick, I would come.

  She felt so warm, wet and tight.

  Three of my favorite things in the entire freakin’ world.

  She also felt forbidden, like what I was doing was a bad thing.

  Something that was going to blow up in my face.

  Yet, I didn’t stop.

  Didn’t second guess the feelings that she pulled out of me.

  Only felt.

  And, by only feeling, I’d worked myself up into a tizzy.

  I was so focused on her tits as I fucked her pussy, I almost missed the warning signs.

  However, when she started to come, I continued the pace, letting her ride it out.

  See, that is where most men go wrong.

  When she’s on the verge of coming, you don’t change anything that you’re doing. Why? Because you’re obviously doing something right, otherwise she wouldn’t be coming.

  See? Simple deductive reasoning.

  But, by her coming, it made me lose focus on her breasts.

  My eyes went to her pussy, which was flooded with her release, and I lost it myself.

  The way she looked so full to bursting, flowering so beautifully around my cock, had my come boiling.

  Her clit was raised and red, and I wanted it in my mouth so bad that I could almost taste it.

  And th
at was when I started to come.

  Inside of her.

  Without a condom.

  I filled her full of everything that I had to give, and I didn’t stop until I was spent.

  My eyes went up and met hers, and something was exchanged between us in that moment.

  A moment of understanding, you could say.

  This thing we had between us? It wasn’t something that was going to go away.

  Not now. Not ever.

  Therefore, I needed to figure out a way to make her mine, without also ruining everything I had.

  Everything she had.

  Because I wouldn’t do that to her.

  Me? I had absolutely no problem changing everything for her.

  But she actually had a family who cared about her and who she, in turn, cared for deeply.

  I had nothing to lose, and she had everything.

  Chapter 6

  If you write fu*k instead of fuck, Jesus still knows. And he probably thinks you’re a pussy like I do.

  -Food for thought

  Janie

  Two weeks later

  I should’ve known the moment he walked in the door that today was going to be a good day.

  But, I’d already been having a really shitty day.

  Why, you ask?

  Because I missed him.

  I missed him so much that I was practically begging my phone to ring.

  Which it never did.

  Never.

  I should’ve known after I walked out of his door that it wouldn’t end like I wanted it to end. That I’d go home, and not hear a single word from him since.

  But, I was stupid, naïve, and wanted to think the best of everyone.

  However, my excitement suddenly dimmed when Rafe walked through the door, followed moments later by a large blond male that reminded me of one of those men off of the TV show, Vikings, and a woman that was cute and leaning toward the man like he was her lifeline.

  I looked at Rafe curiously.

  He mouthed two words: Get Sam.

  I did what he requested, unable to ignore his orders.

  Why? Because I was a slut. A slut who was a glutton for punishment.

  “Uncle Sam?”

  Sam looked up from his desk. “Yeah, Janie?”

  “Rafe’s here with a couple,” I murmured.

  He frowned, then stood up.

  I backed out of the room and went back to my own office where I was working on a report…a report that was probably going to take way longer to do now that Rafe was here.