Page 3 of The Guest

Her smile grows wider as she mouths, “Watch me.”

As if I can look away.

Kara shimmies out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of bikinis. She moves the lounger so it faces me and lies down. Kara splays her leg and runs a manicured hand along her bare thigh, then the other.

My breath hitches, and my groin tightens. I don’t even notice I’ve switched places, so I can take a closer look.

With a dramatic flair, she unties the ribbon on one side of the bikini bottom and the other, the small fabric pooling under her pussy.

And what a fucking beautiful pussy. Pink and glistening.

Wait.

Is she wet for me? But I haven’t touched her yet. I haven’t even kissed her.

She touches her clit and runs a finger along her slit. Her back arches, and she bites on her bottom lip. I’m in a trance. I can’t move or do anything but watch.

When Kara slips a finger inside her pussy, a groan rumbles in my chest, and I palm my erection. I want to be inside her so bad that I ache. It’s almost painful, and I’m desperate for relief.

Kara plays with herself, slipping one finger and two and three while her other hand teases her sensitive button.

“Kevin, fuck.”

Again with my name on her tongue. I’m about to reach into my pants when her body trembles, and she lets out a stuttering gasp. By the time she’s back on earth, she lifts her heavy-lidded gaze to me and licks her fingers clean.

So fucking filthy, and I love it.

She stands, her pussy still bare and dripping, and props both elbows on the balcony railing, her eyes dropping to my hand on my cock. “You might want to hide that bad boy before Dad gets back.”

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KARA

Ihave never felt this horny ever. It took me one look at Kevin, and I was desperate for him to fill the empty ache within me.

I don’t know what it is about him. I’ve seen my fair share of hot men, but no one ever comes close to him.

As a fairly tall woman, he towers over me. He’s not massive, like the gym bros I usually see, but he has a runner’s body. Tall and lean and someone who can lift me off my feet and fuck me against the wall with no problem.

I’m not even into dark blonde, but crap, he’s so handsome I’m willing to make an exception. And those piercing blue eyes? They do something to me, and I want his gaze to never leave me.

It’s crazy, I know, but this magnetic draw is so new and unfamiliar to me. At twenty-one years old, all I’ve ever known was pleasuring myself. After meeting Kevin, I just want him to take me whenever and wherever he wants. I’ll be wet and ready for him.

With the way his eyes darken, I’m convinced whatever this is isn’t one way. He feels it, too.

“I hope your father is doing better,” Dad tells him.

It’s already past seven, and we’re only eating dinner now. He returned a little later because of the traffic, and I didn’t think he would appreciate it if Kevin and I ate without him.

Kevin has showered and changed into something more comfortable—a button-down, plain white short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts. I also changed into something more presentable for dinner—a soft cotton yellow maxi dress, which highlights my skin. Yes, I want to look good and irresistible for him. Sue me.

“He is. He’s stubborn as a mule, though, and refuses to fully step back from the business,” Kevin says as he slices a piece of steak on his plate. He refuses to meet my eyes and doesn’t acknowledge my existence even as I sit right across from him. If I hadn’t seen how he reacted earlier, I might have thought he disliked me.

“Ah, that’s Ellis Watson for you. I’ve known him for almost two decades, and he always works like he’s living from paycheck to paycheck. It must have taken a lot for him to announce his retirement last Christmas.”

“It did, but I kept him in the loop because he hates doing nothing at home.”

“That would probably be me too in a few years if Kara takes pity on me and helps me.”

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