Page 8 of The Guest

The words don’t register immediately, and he blinks repeatedly. Before he can respond, Kara tugs on my hand and pulls me back inside the house and toward her bedroom.

She semi-sprints, and if my brain weren’t fogged up by lust, I would’ve been impressed with how she does it, given her sky-high heels.

The door closes behind me, and she whirls around, snaking her arms around my neck. “I’m so hot for you right now, future husband.”

“Are you?” I trail light kisses along her jaw.

Her breath comes in short pants as she digs her nails into my scalp. “Fuck me, Kev. Now.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

4

KARA

Downstairs, the night is alive.

The sounds of the party are muffled in my bedroom. In here, it feels far away. Everyone feels far away.

Closer is the steady rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze from the ocean finding its way through the open windows, and the pulse pounding in my core.

My heartbeat drowns out the pull of everything else.

Kevin hooks a finger under my chin and lifts my face before brushing his lips against mine. I want him to be rough, hurried, and intense, but this will do … for now.

This kiss feels different than last time. It’s slow and languid like he’s taking his sweet time with me because he knows I’m not going anywhere, that I belong only to him. Lust pools in my belly, hot and insistent, and as he breaks the kiss, his eyes go a little hazy.

He lifts me only to toss me to the bed, and the sudden playfulness is so out of character for him that I giggle. The silkof my dress shifts as I scoot to the bedpost, but he doesn’t let me get far.

He wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me back to him, resting my ankle on his shoulder as he undoes the straps of my heel and drops the shoe to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. He does the same to the other, and just watching him makes me throb with raw need.

Kevin turns to my leg, kissing my ankle, scorching a hot trail over my skin as his mouth travels to my calf, the side of my knee, and the inside of my thigh. He pushes my dress and bunches them around my waist, his nostrils flaring as his face is mere inches from my pussy.

“I’ll take this,” he says, ripping my pink lace panties and shoving them into his pocket.

“You’re cr?—”

The knock on the door makes us freeze. For God’s sake. Why are there so many interruptions? It’s like the universe wants to keep toying with us.

My heart races, for different reasons this time, as we both turn in unison at the sound, my father’s voice cutting through the muffled noises of the party.

“Kara, are you in there?”

Kevin meets my gaze, and without so much as a word, we dart toward the walk-in closet. The plush carpet mutes our hurried steps, and we slip inside, pulling the door shut just as the bedroom door creaks open.

“Kara? Are you here? I need you to go back to the party and chat with Andrea’s daughters.” His voice is closer, and I stepbackward, my back hitting Kevin’s chest. His arms go around my body, settling on my stomach.

My breathing turns shallow as he slides his hands along my body and lifts my dress. I almost stop breathing when he dips a finger inside me.

He hikes my dress to my waist, and I hear the sound of him unzipping. The next thing I know, the stiff spear of his erection is between my legs.

With my hands cupped against my mouth to stifle any sound I make, he nudges my foot to the side, so I’m more open to him. Dad’s footsteps move across the room, but still, Kevin doesn’t stop.

He slides into me inch by freaking inch, pressing his hard shaft flush to me until his pelvis rests against my butt. God, it’s so good, and he’s so big. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t move, even though I feel so full.

I wiggle my ass, and he digs his fingers into my waist. Slowly, he draws out of me and slides back in. The way he stretches me open only makes me wetter.

Dad sighs and mutters something under his breath as Kevin grips my thighs and fucks me with slow, purposeful strokes. He hunches over my back and brings his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit.