Page 8 of My Karmic Destiny

Fucking goddess!

I can’t believe I just sucked off Evan. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. What will it be like if he does more than grab me by my hair and claim my mouth? I might explode.

I enjoyed it more than even my secret fantasies would have suggested.

Hell, I think that was the most I’ve ever come. But it would have been even better with our curvy, feisty woman between us.

Would she have a threesome? Foursome? Would they?

With that thought, I go hard again in my hand as I tuck myself away.

Damn. I tried to lock my sexuality away, but there’s no turning back from this. I have to admit I’m bi.

Burying my attraction is no longer an option. Sexually, I’m into Evan. Maybe I want something more than a sexual fling…

Yet, my heart craves Tessa.

Do I love her? I can’t admit that to her. Not yet. I care about her, and I know if we had more time to get over our past shit and get to know each other, I would love her as deeply as she deserves.

I want to tell her I’m in love now, but with my damaged soul, I don’t think that’s fair to her.

I’ll do whatever Karma tells me to do so I can heal and earn my place by Tessa’s side. So I can be the sort of person she wants in her life.

It won’t be easy. I sense that much.

She’ll be worth all that hard work.

“Kurtis?” Evan gently cups my shoulder as I stand. “Are you okay?”

He must see the dazed look in my eyes and misunderstand where my head is at. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just thinking about Karma fixing our souls.”

His brow crinkles in confusion. “Are you saying that because of what we just did?”

“Oh, fuck. No.” I shake my head. “I mean, getting better to be a suitable partner instead of the damned mess I am now.”

“Hey.” Evan clasps my head in his hands and tilts my head to look up at him. The gesture is commanding yet reassuring. He looks deep into my eyes. “You’re a great guy. You aren’t a mess. You have stuff to heal, but so does everyone else. We’ll get through this. Together, okay?”

I grip his forearms in camaraderie and agree. “Together.”

Then, totally out of character, Evan pulls me into a powerful hug, and I can feel every cell in my body being embraced.

Damn. I needed that.

Later in the evening, I head down to the kitchen to grab dinner. I suspect most of the household will be down there, getting it while it’s hot.

We have a long kitchen table and the six-seater bar to chill out, eat, and socialize. I normally sit grouped with Evan, Tessa, and Dante at the table. Will it be weird now?

My eyes find Evan as soon as I enter, then land on Dante.

I feel my face heat with nerves. Does Dante know what we did?

He’s a bit psychic even without Instant Karma’s powers, so the odds are high. Odds are even better that Tessa tunes in. She’s a freak of nature… in a good way.

Will she think less of me, especially when she knows I want to be with her?

Guilt swarms me, but I try to remember she’s not mine and likely never will be. Should I hold off on my potential happiness for the one in a million chance she might look at me as more than a friend?

I can almost hear her answer to that. No, she’d want me to grab hold of a good thing.

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