Bitter Hearts (A Southern Loving Book 3) Page 8

  Hank smiled as Kari was taking her sweet time feeding him. She breathed against his cheek, he smelled delicious chocolate coming from her mouth. Finally, she fed him a spoonful of sundae.

  “You have a little right here,” she said leaning forward. Instead of dabbing the ice cream off, Kari slid her mouth down along his jaw line, tongue glided up and down before capturing his mouth. Hank made the softest grunt before moving away from Kari.

  “We…said talk and holding,” he whispered.

  “I…changed my mind,” she said breathlessly, taking the bowl of ice cream and placing it on the table.

  “Kari...”

  “I don’t want to wait,” she said.

  He stared at her, slowly dropping his hand from her shoulder. “What are you saying?”

  “Us having sex is not a commitment to one another…we’re not expecting anything from this.” Kari wasn’t ready to open herself up to a relationship yet. She knew what was out there but she wasn’t ready for the emotional baggage that came with it or the broken heart in the future.

  “Are you serious?”

  Kari stood up and stepped away from him, folding her arms across her chest. “You…just got out a relationship with your wife.”

  “That’s true.” He nodded his head in agreement.

  “So, we both agree to no emotional attachment,” she said as she began to pace. “Because emotions are just going to complicate things between us.”

  Hank stood up and stop her. “No emotional attachment,” he said breathlessly, before kissing her.

  Kari smirked. He wanted what she wanted. She slowly moved her hands up his shoulders. She laid a kiss on his cheek, slowly but surely moving her hands to massage Hank’s shoulders. Her mouth travel to his lips, swiping her tongue across his begging for entrance and he happily obliged. Their tongues melted together.

  The kisses became rough, Kari tasted just as good as Hank remembered, and maybe it was the flavor of vanilla and chocolate lingering on her lips. He took her bottom lip between his own and began sucking, biting down softly every now and then. Her hands roamed all over his body; shoulders, waist, arms, and the feel of those lovely hands brushing over his crotch. She had his mind and body on fire. Kari moaned and whimpered as Hank glided his hand underneath her shirt.

  Kari practically ripped Hank’s shirt from his body. She eyed his pants, grabbing his large gold belt buckle, undoing it and tearing the belt from his pants letting it clatter to the floor. The button popped on his jeans and they fell to the floor too.

  Hank stepped out of his pants quickly. Kari then grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom. When his eyes made contact with hers, her pupils were dilated with lust and something else he couldn’t put his finger on.

  Kari was excited that she felt a shiver run through her. She pushed Hank down onto the California King bed. Kari climbed onto the bed and began kissing and licking Hank’s neck, she smiled wickedly when he groaned beneath her. She began to kiss lower and lower. Her goal was to kiss and lick until Hank couldn’t take it anymore.

  “What are you doing to me?” he stuttered.

  Kari winked at him and smiled slowly. “You’ll see,” she said, removing his boxers. She kneeled down between his legs. She looked at Hank’s throbbing erection hungrily before taking it in her hands. Instantly Hank’s head went back on the bed as Kari relieved pressure that’d been building up in him since the day he met her.

  Hank groaned as he felt a hot heat envelop his member. Lowering his eyes to see Kari’s head bobbing up and down on his manhood, there was no other feeling in the world other than Kari’s mouth on him. This was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. Digging his fingers into the comforter, he mustered up all his strength not to cum yet.

  “Kari,” spilled from his lips, louder, breathier, repeatedly as Kari sped up, bringing him closer to an orgasm.

  Before Kari knew what was happening, she was flat on her back and Hank hovered above her. Their tongues collided. “Condom?” she whispered against his lips.

  “I don’t have any, because I…” his voice trailed off.

  “Night stand,” Kari said, remembering the gag gift Corey gave for her 28th birthday last week.

  As she rolled over to the nightstand, she became aware of the warm body behind hers, pressing against her skin; his heavy arm resting on her hip, his very hard cock between the cheeks of her ass. She smiled slightly and wiggled her bottom.

  “Don’t do that again,” he murmured against her ear, as he buried his face in the nape of heck.

  The huskiness of Hank’s voice made her wetter. “If I do?” she purred at the same time she pushed her butt against him again.

  A gasp escaped for her lips as she found herself on her back and Hank hovering over her, his brown hair was wild, light stubble darkened his jaw, and his grey eyes were dark with desire.

  She’d never seen a more handsome man in her life.

  “I’m going to make you pay,” he growled.

  Kari tried to remember to breathe as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Swallowing hard, she locked eyes with Hank.

  “I can take whatever you can dish,” she smirked.

  He cocked an incredulous eyebrow at her.

  “Those words shouldn’t have come from your lips.” He chuckled, grabbing both her wrists and pulled her arms up above her head. “Don’t move.”

  Kari watched as Hank moved off the bed and searched the bedroom floor. He returned with his belt in his hands. “What…are you doing?” she asked nervously. Of course she was a freak but she wasn’t into that other stuff.

  “Tying you up,” he said, as he put the belt around her wrist and tied it to the bed post. “Are you scared?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

  “Never,” she smiled slowly.

  “Good,” he said, dragging his hands down her shoulders and cupping her breasts. He rubbed her nipples, which quickly hardened against his thumbs. Her breath hitched in her throat as he trailed his fingers down her body, taking the time to explore each inch.

  Kari closed her eyes, and squirmed as his touch left her begging for more.

  He kissed his way to the juncture between her legs that was already dripping wet with juices leaking out. Kari was lost in ecstasy by his hot kiss at the opening of her pussy. Her moans became louder and louder as he kissed her swollen clit, flicking his wet tongue around it, pushing his head between her open legs, licking her swollen lips and clit.

  Kari could feel his hot tongue inside her aching center, licking and flicking, tasting. She screamed with pleasure. Opening her eyes she looked at him, it was so exciting, high on the waves of pure pleasure. She arched her back and opened her legs wider as Hank continued to eat her with so much voracity.

  Hank continued flickering, probing, eating, and licking Kari; eliciting more screams and moans of pleasure as shivers ran through her body when her orgasm hit.

  Her eyes were half closed; she heard the foil packet open. Hank placed the condom over his engorged cock.

  “I want my arms…free.” Her gaze flicked up to his.

  With a low rumble in his chest, Hank reached up and undid the ties that bound Kari. Wrapping his hands around her, she found herself straddling his hips. His sheathed member stood erected and rigid.

  She was mesmerized by his width and length. His hands cupped her breast, rubbed and played with them until she leaned over and captured his lips.

  “Kari,” Hank moaned her name that was dripping with sweet honey and lust. He lifted her like she weighed nothing and impaled her onto his thickness, sliding between her wet lips.

  “Oh, God…” she moaned softly, feeling his hands toy with breast.

  Hank had never been closer to the state of pleasure than right now. He couldn’t handle it. He began to thrust from underneath and watched as her breasts bounced in the same motion as the curls in her hair. She was his vixen.

  Kari dug her nails into his shoulder, as he picked her up only to slam her back down on
his hips.

  “Oh…” he rasped, guiding himself back into the juicy heat of her beautiful, welcoming box as it descended back down on him, taking every inch of his long, thick cock.

  “So good,” he sighed, as Kari started to slowly ride him, her own gasps and moan echoing his.

  “Oh-oh, Hank,” she panted.

  He gritted his teeth to keep himself from cumming quickly. Rolling over with Kari on her back he delivered slow, grinding thrusts that made her eyes roll to the back of her head.

  “Oh…yes,” she screamed, meeting his thrust with her own.

  He shuddered as he sank deeper into her. “I didn’t know it would be this good between us.” Hank lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder. He pushed deeper, eliciting a long moan from her.

  “Incredible,” was all that she could manage to say in a low and husky voice.

  He lifted her other leg and placed it on his shoulder, then he pulled out and pushed in again, roughly. Kari didn’t know it was possible to feel him so deep inside of her like that. He ground and swiveled his hips, pulling out, pushing in, grinding and swiveling again.

  “I need to come,” she begged.

  Hank pinned her arms above her head. He kissed her shoulders and devoured her lips. He thrust harder into her causing Kari to scream into his mouth. He delivered five long thrusts before her body shuddered into a million pieces. Hank followed right behind her, grunting.

  Panting, he gently pulled out and fell beside her.

  “When you think of future, what you see?” he asked after a minute.

  “Don’t tell me you’re getting all emotional with me,” she said, perched up on her elbow.

  “No, I’m just wondering…Don’t you want a husband and kids?” he asked.

  Sighing, she laid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “Honestly, I don’t even know anymore.” Turning around she faced him. “What about you?”

  “Everyone year to have that person to spend the rest of our lives with.” He reached up and caressed the side of Kari’s face. “My wife left me for another man, who she believed could give her more than I could.”

  “What did she want?”

  “A different lifestyle.” He paused to keep his anger in check. “Natalie met me when I was the lead guitarist for Austin.”

  “Is she a groupie?”

  “Everyone thought so,” he chuckled uneasy. “I guess I should of listened to them.”

  “You were in love,” she said, stroking his arm. “When we’re in love sometimes we can be blinded on what is going on in front of us.”

  “Who was the man that broken your heart?” When the words came out of his mouth, he felt Kari’s body stiffen.

  “Sam Russell, my parents warned me about him but I didn’t listen. This was the man I was planning to marry and have children with. He cheated on me with my best friend.”

  “Our lives were shattered overnight,” he said, intertwining his fingers with hers.

  “Yep, I moved away from there to get away from everyone, including my parents.” She scooted closer to his heated body.

  “Why them…I wish every day that I had my mom.” He lifted her chin up to meet her eyes. “You only have one mom and dad.”

  “I’m not good for anyone, I put this happy expression on my face but truthfully the day my heart was broken bitter toxic poison worked it ways into my veins.”

  “Don’t let it cripple you.” He planted a light kiss on her lips.

  “Shouldn’t you be mad?” she asked, sitting up in bed. “We both had a knife stabbed in our backs by people who said they loved and care about us. I refused to allow that happen to me again.”

  “For weeks I allowed myself to think about their affair, wondering if they slept in my bed. I tortured myself with details of their intimacy. I’m choosing to forgive them but I cannot continue to let resentment and anger consume my life.” He kissed her again. “You shouldn’t either.”

  “Maybe,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna be hurt again.”

  “I know.” He wiped the tears that fell down from her eyes. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised.

  “That’s what you say,” she said, moving away from him.

  “You’re so fucking cold,” Hank said, getting out of bed.

  Kari watched as he put his clothes on in a hurry. “We agreed no emotional attachment.”

  “So, you’re okay with being a piece of ass that only serves one purpose?” he said.

  “I’m proposing that we be friends with benefits,” Kari said, storming to the bathroom.

  Hank stopped putting on his clothes. The shower turned on in the bathroom. Rebound sex echoed in his head. If Kari was going to give him something to ease his mind without the hopes of commitment, who was he to turn it down.

  Stripping his clothes off, he strolled into the large bedroom, opening the glass door he stepped into the shower that could fit ten people. His arms snaked around Kari’s waist and pulled her to him.

  “You decided to stay,” she said in a low voice.

  “Friends with benefits only,” he slowly pushed into her.

  “Nothing else,” she moaned before they started round two in the shower.

  ***

  The next evening Kari was about to pick up the phone to call the Chinese restaurant down the street, when a knock sounded at her door.

  “Well Mr. Jackson, you’re thirty-minutes early and I haven’t even called to place the order,” Kari said, with her hands on her hips. She tried not to lick her lips at the fine specimen standing in front of her; wearing his signature blue jeans and plaid button up shirt.

  “I thought we could go on a date,” He held his black cowboy hat in his hands. “I already ordered our food, we just have to pick it up.”

  Kari leaned against the door with her arms folded. “We were supposed to have dinner here,” she said.

  “Have you ever been spontaneous?”

  “Fine,” she conceded. “Where are we having dinner at?”

  “On the back of my pickup truck,” Hank replied, as she gathered her purse. He laughed when Kari put her belongings back down. “Don’t worry; we’re going to have fun…the keyword for tonight is spontaneous.”

  “Okay.” She turned the lights off and followed him out of the house.

  An hour later, they were sitting on the back of the pickup truck, underneath the stars, eating delicious Chinese food, and listening to a slow country tune over the radio. Kari was surprised by how Hank had planned everything out, right down to the tea candle that flickered in the night air.

  “I never had this,” Kari confessed, playing with the chopsticks in her hands.

  “Chinese food?” He smiled, struggling to use his own set of chopsticks.

  “Experiencing… this…it’s kind of romantic.” Kari stared down at her shrimp fried rice with her sudden embarrassing confession. When she looked up into his gorgeous grey eyes, she swore up and down she was lost in those orbs of his. “Thank you.”

  “Darling, you deserve to be wined and dined.” Hank winked at her.

  “What does a man deserve? People say that a woman wants to be wined and dined, but what do you want?” Her voice was nervous as she put the carton of half eaten food down.

  “A good woman.”

  The ranch was silent with the exception of the soft music, owl hooting, and crickets chirping. “You’ll never master the use of chop sticks,” she laughed. She picked up the sticks that Hank referred to as toothpicks, using the utensils to pick up a piece of General Tso’s Chicken, she held it to his mouth.

  Without hesitation he took a bite and chewed slowly. “It’s good.”

  Kari quickly looked up at the sky when Hank’s heated stare became too much for her. It’s like the saying if it’s too hot in the kitchen stay out. “It’s a clear night to look at the constellations,” she pointed out.

  Han put the food away in the wicker picnic basket. “Come.” He took her by the hand and guided her to the front of the tru
ck where he spread the blanket out on the hood and helped her climb on top. He followed suite and laid next to her.

  Kari settled next to him as they both stared up at the sky. “It’s like playing connect the dots.”

  “Do you see the Big Dipper?” Lifting his finger up, he outlined the constellation for her.

  She nodded her head. “The myth is, that a wood-nymph named Callisto was a maiden and huntress. When Jupiter caught sight of her he immediately desired her. He tricked her by taking shape of her mistress, Diana. Legends say that he took advantage of her. Eventually, Callisto bore a son to Jupiter, Arcas, which infuriated Juno the wife of Jupiter, her jealously and envy transformed Callisto into a bear.”

  “What happen to the son?”

  “Callisto lived in the wild until one day she heard Arcas’ voice while he was hunting in the woods. She greeted him in bear form, when he raised his bow to kill her, Jupiter laid hands on Arcas and transformed him into a littler bear. The king of gods then placed mother and child into the heavens.”

  “We could have went home and watch brother bear,” Hank mused.

  Kari laughed so hard tears pricked the corner of her eyes. “This is relaxing,” she yawned, closing her eyes. “I could stay out here all night,”

  “It’s going to rain; I can smell it in the air.”

  Opening her eyes, she peered up at the clear night sky. “I don’t smell any rain and there’s no clouds in the sky.” As soon as the words left her mouth, it was like the heavens unleashed on them.

  Hank hooted and hollered as Kari scrambled to get off the hood of his truck. “I thought you said there’s no rain,” he mocked.

  “Shut up my hair’s getting wet,” she squealed.

  “Are you the wicked witch of the west? Are you going to melt?” Hank laughed.

  “No!!... But rain is like kryptonite for a black women’s hair.” Kari tried opening the car door, but it was locked. “Jackson, open the door!”

  “Seize the day or shall I say night!” Hank shouted over the rain, as it poured down on them.

  Kari wiped her wet forehead around. “Seize what? A cold. I don’t understand.”

  “Ain’t no man ever danced with you in the rain?” he asked.