Page 3 of Double or Nothing

“Jesus, fuck. Ride me, Kitty Kat.”

I follow his order, no questions asked. I love when he tells me what he wants. I love even more when I give it to him.

His eyes are intently focused on me as I sink onto him. The feel of him stretching me makes my head fall back in ecstasy.

His hand slides up my back until it’s behind my neck, pulling me to him. “You are so amazing, baby.”

His lips cover mine, his tongue licking along the seam, begging for entry. His teeth nip with urgency.

He wants more and I want to give it to him. I want to give him all of me. My lips part, our tongues dancing together as he holds me against him. With his free hand, he palms my breast, his calloused thumb flicking over my nipple.

I moan and press further down on him.

He breaks the kiss and I arch into his touch. Hot, wet lips trail down my neck, my collarbone, straight to my exposed breast.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he tells me.

He takes my nipple in his mouth. Sucking, tugging, torturing me with the pleasure it brings. He continues his glorious assault on my breast as his hands settle onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He quickens the pace, moving me onto him. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Until we’re both panting and pleading for our releases.

Sutton thrusts his hips up into me, the surge of pleasure sending me tumbling over the edge, with him following quickly behind.

He’s still buried in me as we come down from our high, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Promise we’ll always be like this.”

“We’ll always be like this, Kitty Kat. You’re mine, and I’m never leaving you.”

Chapter 2

Sutton

My mind and body are still coming down from cloud nine. First the gig. Then Kat.

Holy hell, how did I get so lucky?

No way in hell should a guy like me have a girl like her. But I do. And I don’t plan on ever letting her go. She’s sweet and smart and sexy as fuck.

I never believed in love until I laid eyes on her. Then she smiled, and man, was I screwed. One smile… that’s all it took. It was shy and beautiful. It screamed innocence when I was anything but.

Kathryn Keller makes me a better person. She believes in me when no one else does. And she does things to my body that blow my mind. No girl before her could ever hold a candle to her. It’s that very thought why I haven’t even bothered looking at another girl since.

I tread lightly as I slowly enter the trailer that I call home. My foot crosses the threshold and I shut the door as softly as I can.

“Where the fuck you been?” I hear my father’s angry voice.

The room is pitch black, so I can’t see him; only hear him, but I know that he’s close.

The funny part of him asking is that I know he doesn’t care. It’s only an excuse. A reason to take his drunken anger out on me rather than a wall, or whatever woman he fucked tonight.

“I had a show tonight,” I tell him.

His thick, evil laughter takes up the whole room. The sound hurts my ears as it reverberates through my body and settles a fear in me in knowing what comes next.

“They paid me too,” I tell him, hoping that the idea of his useless son contributing to the bills, or the booze, might settle him down.

If I’m honest, a piece of me hopes he’ll find some pride in that.

He wasn’t always like this. Before my mom walked out, he was actually a pretty decent Dad. I’m fairly certain that he blames me for her abandoning us. Not the fact that she found another man, one who made better money and could offer her a better life.

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