Bitter Hearts (A Southern Loving Book 3) (8 page)

“Don’t
you wish you could remove the bad part sometimes? You want to forget but you
can’t.”

“You
speak like a person who knows what a broken heart feels like,” he said.

“Yes…A
bad break-up that sent me running away from my problems, but I think I’ve been
running in circles.”

“For
almost a couple months I’ve been analyzing and obsessing over my actions and
wallowing in self-pity-”

“You
realize that nothing gets solved,” she said, interrupting him.

“I
learned at a young age when my mother died, that life always go on even when
you don’t want it to.”

“How
do we seek closure?” she asked.

There
was a long pause, then he replied softly “You want those questions answered,
you want to know what exactly went wrong. We want them to know they caused our
heart some pain, but I wouldn’t give my ex or yours the satisfaction that we’ve
been hurting.”

“It’s
easy to self-indulge in the pain,” she admitted. “I guess my mother is right
when she says that other people hurt and I’m not the only one hurting in this
world from a measly broken heart.”

“Everybody
hurts including him, especially when he realized that he let an amazing woman
walk out his life.”

“So
it’s time to wish them the best and move on with our future,” she said. “Are
you ready to move on?”  

“Kari…I’m
ready to move on from the past…there is something about you.”

“Hank…”
She closed her eyes, reliving the beauty of his touch and kisses. She fought
back telling him to come to her house.

“Kari…”
Hank breathed her name like a husky undertone that caressed her skin. “I can’t
get enough of you, it’s like your some type of drug and I need more.”

“So,
we’re driving to Texas this weekend,” she murmured thickly, trying to deflect.

There
was a long pause, and then he replied in a low sensual voice, “I want to hold
you.”

“Hank…”

“I
know you want the same thing.”

“I
do.”

He
chuckled. “Ms. Kari Hayes wants me,” he breathed softly. “That makes me feel
good.”

She
gave a small laugh. “I have to go.”

“No,
I’m getting in my truck to hold you.”

“That’s
not a good idea. We shouldn’t.”

“I’m
only coming to hold you and…talk…nothing else.”

“Hank…”

“Kari,
I’m already here.”

As
soon as the words left his mouth, her doorbell rang. Jumping out of bed, Kari
ran to the bathroom and checked her reflection. Not bothering to put make up on,
brush her hair, or change out of her 49ers t-shirt. It was night time and she
wasn’t going to bed to impress anyone. Sprinting to the front door, she opened
it and stare into Hank’s grey eyes.

“I
think we can’t be friends anymore,” he said, tugging on the 49ers t-shirt.
“We’re Cowboy fans for life.”

Kari
felt her cheeks heat as Hank walked past her, she closed the door.

“You
have a nice place,” he said, holding a grocery bag.

“I’ll
give you a tour, but before I do that you must tell me what’s in the bag.” She
grinned.

“I’ll
raise you if I can have a hug, then I’ll feed you the item in the bag.”

Kari
went into his outstretch arms, his mouth claimed hers; her hand in his thick,
curly hair. “I should show you around,” she said against his lips.

“Okay,”
he murmured, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “I brought you ice cream and
brownies.”

She
leaned her cheek into his palm with a soft smile, prompting a soft groan to
escape him before he reached for her lips again.

“Hank…We
should stop,” she moaned, eyes closed as she enjoyed his mouth traveling down
her neck.

“Okay,”
he whispered, nibbling on her ear.

Kari
shivered again and stepped away from him. “Come on.”

After
the tour around the house, they sat on the sofa in the living room sharing an
ice cream sundae that Hank made for them. Kari giggled as Hank teased before
gliding the spoon with vanilla ice cream and warm brownie into her mouth.

“This
is so good,” she moaned.

“Farrah
made the brownies and I decided that ice cream would go great with them,” he
said.

“Best
decision you ever made,” she laughed and took the spoon from him. “It’s my turn.”

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 28
^th
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.