Taming Karla

 

She couldn’t believe it. The man had his own frigging apartment! Why the hell were they doing the dirty deed right against the wall where Karla could hear every single moan and grunt? Revenge, that’s what it was. Pure, cruel, unadulterated revenge. Aimee was getting her back for every time Karla brought a guy home and forced her sister to hear the lustful sounds of Karla’s lovemaking. Rude.

“They definitely seem to be having fun,” Brad whispered, as he circled Karla’s nipple with his finger. “Is it too much for you to relax and have your own fun? I’ll understand if you just want to lay here and cuddle a bit.”

Karla stared at him, her eyes wide, lips pressed together. “Karla Harper does not cuddle. No, Aimee is only doing this because of how we acted the last time you came over. Nope. She’s not going to get the last moan.” She reached out to Brad’s broad shoulders, pulling him down on top of her as she swung a leg around his legs and kissed his throat. “Now, fuck me.”

He just chuckled. “I am not getting into a humping contest between you and your sister to see who can make the most noise. No, the last time you stuck me between the two of you in something, I wound up looking like an idiot at a restaurant. Forget it. Not again.”

“What? Why? She’s already heard us having sex before. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is I don’t perform.” He rolled over, slipping an arm behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. “I came over here tonight to be with you. I thought that’s why you invited me to come back once you finished your closing shift at Sand Dune. I really thought you were apologizing for how you treated me in front of Mitch a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t come here to be the bull in a competition between you and your twin sister.”

Karla wouldn’t give up that easy. True, she treated him like shit at that Italian restaurant just a couple of weeks ago, wanting to ruin Aimee’s date with Mitch, even though it proved to be unnecessary. Aimee only planned on opening her legs for Clint Asher, their neighbor down the hall. Yet, for a while that’s not what it looked like. It seemed like Aimee planned on breaking their long-standing rule of no guy sleeping with both twins, and Mitch tried his best to make it happen. Brad, however, was a casualty in a fight between the sisters that Aimee didn’t even know was happening. Karla used him after he was so helpful in getting Mitch to fix Aimee’s car, which Mitch would have done for free if Aimee hadn’t gotten all high and mighty. Karla was wrong to use Brad that way, and she wasn’t above admitting it. Or above having sex with him as a way to apologize.

She tossed the covers off her naked form and straddled Brad, her hands pinning his shoulders in place as she ground her sex on his. “This isn’t a competition; it’s an apology, remember? Now lie there and let me apologize.”

He just grinned at her, his perfect teeth almost glistening in the lamplight, his bald head shining. “Are you sure? Because it seems like quite a bit more. We can always do this another time.”

“We can, but that doesn’t mean we can’t also do it now, as well.” She leaned down, planting warm kisses on his nipples as she circled her tongue around the shriveling nubs. “Are you saying you don’t want me? That hurts my heart.” She nipped at his nipple, making him tense.

“Hurt your heart? I doubt that very much,” he chuckled. “Now, your ego on the other hand…”

She bit down hard on his swollen nipple, making him yelp. “Rude,” she said, as she sat up straighter. “Now, are we going to screw around or are you going to act pouty?”

He laughed as he flipped her back over. “If I’m pouty, it’s because you made me this way.” He held her hands above her head as he kneed her legs open. “You’re infuriatingly insufferable.”

“What? You don’t find that appealing?” She wrapped her legs around his, holding his manhood against her heat. She could feel his cock growing against her, bringing an evil grin to her lips.

“Frustrating is a better word for it.”

“I can help with that frustration.” She did her best to grind against his hardness, her eyes promising relief to his pent-up situation.

Brad grinned at her as he teased her opening with the head of his cock. “I don’t know; maybe I should punish you a little bit more. Make you pay for the way you treated me.”

“If you want to punish me, then bend me over your lap and spank me. This is more like torture.” She shoved her hips upward, hoping to shove him inside of her, but he was prepared and pulled back some while keeping her pinned. And laughing at her. “Brad!” She screamed, not caring that her sister could hear her.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me, dammit!”

“Bossy, bossy,” he said, still grinning, but then he plunged his cock deep inside of her, making her mouth pop open as she arched her back, her chest rising to meet his. He held her in place as he continued to pound her, not giving her the chance to respond on her own. She didn’t care. She needed what he gave her and let him take her. Soon, the sounds of her sister having sex were drowned out by her own.

She wasn’t sure how long it took, but soon, she felt her orgasm ripple through her, her body shuddering as he kept thrusting into her. She clawed him, her fingernails digging into his back and shoulders, her heels pounding into his legs. By the time her climax subsided, he breathed heavy beside her, his arm draped over her stomach. “What an apology,” he whispered, as he nuzzled her neck with his nose. “I’d say you’re forgiven.”

“Good,” she said through her heavy breathing.

“To be honest, I’m surprised you invited me back to your place. I just assumed you were in a relationship now.”

She snorted out a short laugh. “I don’t do relationships. I prefer being free, for nights such as this.”

“Good. Then I don’t have to worry about someone barging in, trying to kick my ass.”

She placed her hand on his arm as she took a deep breath. “The only person who will kick your ass is me if that’s all you got in you.”

He laughed. “I’m sure we can manage a few more loud moans for your competition.”

“It’s not a competition. It’s an apology.”

“But you forgave me. So I guess…”

She growled. “Fine. It’s a competition. Now get over here.”

They continued until neither of them could continue any longer, and at some point, they ceased hearing Aimee’s moans of pleasure and became lost in their own exploration. Finally, they collapsed on Karla’s bed in exhaustion, both drifting off to sleep with their arms wrapped around each other. The last thing Karla thought before slumber took her was that she didn’t do relationships, just men.

Morning came too early and once Brad woke up, he couldn’t lie still. She should have remembered that from last time. This was why she rarely let men sleep over. That, and the fact that she didn’t want them to see her any way but perfect. Bedhead was not perfect. Stretching, using the movement to finger her hair back into place as best as she could, she rolled over, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good morning.”

He was already propped up on an elbow, staring at her, smiling. He always smiled. “Good morning,” he said, still smiling. “Smells like someone made coffee. Want some?”

She nodded. “And your pancakes.”

“But of course.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her head. “C’mon. Let’s start with coffee.”

Karla slid out of bed, slipping a robe over her nude form, running her hand once again through her hair. She really needed to get back to sending her lovers home once the marathon of sex ended. Brad slid his pants back on, giving her a nice view of his ass just before the fabric covered it. He left his shirt on the floor. She smiled as she stared at his taut muscles. She was definitely glad she brought him home to apologize. Sex and pancakes. Who could ask for more?

Putting her hand on his bare chest, she pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed his throat. “I’ll give you a better kiss once I brush my teeth, but for now…” She circled her tongue over his nipple with a smirk. “Now, let’s get you to the stove.” Grabbing his hand, she led him out of her room and down the hall toward the small kitchen. She could see Aimee at the counter pouring coffee, already dressed for work. She was talking to someone, so Karla assumed Clint spent the night, which was odd since Abigail, his three-year-old, should have been home. Abby must have spent the night at her grandparents.

But Aimee wasn't talking to Clint. Karla stopped in the hallway doorway, Brad bumping into her with the sudden halt. Her eyes widened as she stared at Mitch’s grinning face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He heard her coming down the hallway as Aimee talked to him about something cute Abigail did the other day. At least, he assumed it was cute. The little girl was only three years old, after all. He didn’t hear any of it, because he was too busy listening for Karla.

And Brad.

Mitch grinned as he picked up his coffee cup, the steam bathing his face as he took a sip. He just set the cup back on the table when Karla appeared, stopping abruptly, causing Brad to run into her as she just stared at Mitch, acting as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. She still didn’t understand. Even after their conversation a few nights ago about non-traditional relationships, she expected him to be just like everyone else.

Mitch Greenway was far from being like anyone else. He didn’t have a typical bone in his body or a typical thought in his head. As a matter of fact, typical was the last word he would use to describe himself or his lifestyle.

“Good morning,” he said, smiling. “Aimee was nice enough to make me some coffee, but she says Brad’s pancakes were worth waiting around for.”

“What are you doing here?” Karla said, her tone snapping to irritation as she crossed the room to stand in front of Mitch, her hands on her hips. Then her eyes shot to her sister. “Don’t tell me that last night…”

“What?” Aimee looked shocked as she stared at her sister. “No. Clint was here last night. He had to pick up Abigail this morning, so he left earlier.”

Karla shot her gaze back to Mitch who just smiled at her. He enjoyed seeing her confused. It did her good to be kicked out of her control once in a while. “Then again, I ask, why are you here?”

Mitch couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips again, gesturing to Brad with it as he did. “I heard Brad made damn good pancakes and thought I’d give them a try.” He winked at his friend, who stood behind Karla as if she was a shield. Mitch couldn’t blame the man. The last time the two of them saw each other was when Karla dragged him along on Mitch’s date with her sister. She did everything she could to ruin the night, even bringing up how Mitch and she had sex in his garage. Brad just stood there, feeling awkward, bouncing his gaze back and forth. Finally, he just left with Aimee right behind him, the former confused, the latter pissed. Mitch just shook his head at Karla, letting her know she was ridiculous, just before he, too, left.

Brad stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, as he rolled his eyes. He then turned to face Karla. “I truly should have known that a night with you wouldn’t be totally drama free.”

“Wait,” Karla said, spinning so that she faced Brad. “You think this is my fault? I didn’t invite him here.”

“And yet, he’s here,” Brad said as he gestured toward Mitch with a lift of his chin. “You told me you didn’t have a relationship to worry about, remember? You also said that your sister was dating the guy down the hall, so that means Mitch is only here for one other person, and it isn’t me.”

Karla spun on Mitch, and it was all he could do not to bust out laughing. He didn’t know Brad was there when he decided to pop in and surprise Karla, wanting to take her out to breakfast. No, that part was merely a bonus. “Don’t you ever call first? Tell him we’re not in a relationship.”

Mitch cocked his head, turning his lips down in a pout. “But, sweetie, why do you want me to lie to him?”

“That’s not funny, damn it. Now, tell him the truth, and then tell me why you’re here.”

Mitch glanced past her to Brad, smiling even bigger. “Cute when she’s bossy, isn’t she?” He shrugged. “Fine. We’re not in a relationship. There. Happy?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not by a long shot. Why are you here?” She asked the question one more time through gritted teeth.

“Well, I was going to offer to take you to breakfast, but I was unaware you were previously occupied. I could take you both and you could tell me about your night?”

She ignored him and turned on her sister, who still stood by the coffee maker, sipping her morning cup while enjoying the show. “And you let him in? You knew Brad was here.”

Aimee did her best to look innocent, but Mitch could spot a phony from a mile away. “I knew he was here last night. I didn’t know he would be here this morning.”

Karla shoved her fists down at her side. “Yes you did. You knew it, because you know me. GRRRRR.”

Aimee lifted her cup to her lips, trying to use the rim to hide her smile. “Not true. You usually like to kick them out as soon as they serve their purpose, because you don’t want them to see you with that sleep crud in the corner of your mouth.”

Karla quickly wiped at the corners of her mouth, then stopped when her sister giggled.

Mitch tapped the table with his hand as he shoved himself out of the chair. “Well, Brad, are you going to make us pancakes or not. Aimee raves about them. If not, I’m going to head to the diner and grab a bite before work.”

“He is not making you pancakes,” Karla practically growled. She pointed a finger at Aimee. “I’ll deal with you later.” She turned back to Mitch, who slid his hands into his pockets. “And you can go eat at the diner.”

“Really? That’s just mean. We’re all friends here, aren’t we? Brad, you don’t mind if I stay for breakfast, do you?”

Brad kept bouncing his gaze between the other three, lost as to what to do or say or even think, more than likely. Karla, however, didn’t give him a chance to say anything. “It doesn’t matter if he minds or not. I mind. You weren’t invited. Now, go.” She pointed at the door.

“Wow,” Mitch said, with a shake of his head as he started for the door. “You sure are testy in the morning. I don’t remember you being like this yesterday.” He turned and gave Aimee a wink. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Anytime,” Aimee said with a smirk.

He opened the door and turned back to Brad and Karla. “Good seeing you again, Brad. Karla, enjoy your pancakes.” He blew her a kiss and then sauntered out her front door, listening to her frustrated growl as he closed it behind him.

Satisfaction filling him, Mitch whistled as he strolled toward the elevator doors at the end of the corridor. Some mornings just start off better once you’ve had that first cup of coffee.

Wednesday night at Sand Dune boomed loud with music and laughing patrons, college kids and surfers fresh off the beach. Some even bothered to wipe the sand off their feet. Karla wiped down the counter, having to step on her tiptoes to reach the outer edge. She didn’t mind, of course. Leaning over like that allowed her top to pop open as she teased the customers with her cleavage and promised them treasures just beyond their grasp. Heath, Sand Dune’s bouncer five nights a week, winked at her as she glanced up, showing his appreciation of the view. Paul Kiser, owner and bartender, reached under her skirt and pinched her ass as he walked by on his way to the Glenlivet. Those who noticed, also cheered. Karla just yelped as she jerked upward, her squeal turning to laughter. She turned, smiling at him as she slapped her towel at him. He surprised her with the pinch, but it wasn’t unexpected. Paul played grab ass with her ever since before he hired her. It was probably because of how much he loved her ass that he gave her the job. The interview process took place behind locked doors and after hours and involved more than grabbing ass. Of course, the two of them went further than the grab ass phase back when she was a patron and not an employee. Paul was always her sure thing at last call if no one better ever came along. Sure, it sounded bad if said that way, but it wasn’t meant that way. Neither of them ever took it beyond the booty call at closing time, so no one ever got hurt, and she even got a job out of it. Still, Karla was all about new adventures, which Paul ceased to be after the first night she couldn’t pay her bar tab. That was the night she knew Sand Dune was her bar.

Sand Dune was the latest job in a long string of jobs. She tended to go through them as fast as she went through relationships. She wasn’t the type to stay in one place for very long. Never was. She became bored. Quick. Needed to move. Needed change. Constant change.

She tried college. When her sister, Aimee, entered community college, Karla followed her—as she tended to do with everything. Yet, while school was perfect for Aimee, it was an uncomfortable fit for Karla. It didn’t surprise her parents. She hated high school, so the fact she even tried college shocked everyone. Her mother always said Karla possessed a gypsy spirit, prone to wander. It became her excuse to wander from job to job, as well as relationship to relationship. Aimee always saw the future. Planned for it, even down to her retirement plan. Karla only cared about the now, the latest party, newest adventure. The future would take care of itself, she believed. And it always did, leaving her free to enjoy her life.

“Vodka and cranberry and a Jack and Coke, please.” He was blond, still wearing his board shorts and smelling like the Atlantic. He wasn’t alone, either. Vodka and cranberry meant there was a female. Ah, well. He was cute and taken men never bothered her. Yes, Karla was one of those women. She didn’t answer to anyone and even when she did, it still didn’t matter. She did whatever she felt like doing. This was the reason her relationships never lasted. Six months, that was her average time in a serious relationship. She endured one for an entire year before, but eventually, it ran its course, she grew restless, and she got busted in bed with someone else and the love affair ended. Not the one with the guy she was in bed with, of course, just the one she was supposed to be serious about. It didn’t matter. There was always someone else who thought they could change her. They wanted the challenge. They weren’t like other men, they promised. They could handle her. Yet, all men were alike and none of them were up for the challenge of Karla Harper. They meant well. They had high hopes. Enthusiasm. And even though she warned them, they all made a valiant, yet futile, attempt.

Each one of them failed to realize that Karla Harper despised relationships.

She slid the drinks in front of the surfer, took his twenty, and thanked him. She watched as he carried the drinks to a corner booth overlooking the Atlantic shore and gave an appreciative nod when she saw Miss Vodka and Cranberry. With a slight nod, Karla decided she may have to weasel her way into that couple before the night ended.

And that was the problem with relationships. If she had a man who claimed her, she wouldn’t be able to go out with surfer dude and his girlfriend. At least, not without someone getting their boxers in a wad. Relationships came with rules and Karla Harper despised rules. They were restraints that bound you to the morals of the past and kept you from relishing life in the present. And Karla relished life. She loved sex, loved showing off her body, craved the attention and adventures it brought. Men trapped you in a relationship and then hid their partner’s body and quelled the adventures. Nobody stifled Karla’s fun.

Her phone vibrated in her back pocket, a text from Mitch. Let’s hit the steak house tomorrow night. You’re buying.

One of her eyebrows popped up. He had guts, she’d give him that, to be so casually telling her they were going out, especially after his little stunt that morning. She typed back. You’re asking me out. Why would I buy? And shouldn’t you apologize for this morning before suggesting we go out to dinner. She slid the phone back into her pocket with a shake of her head at his audacity and finished wiping down the counter. It didn’t really need it, of course, but it gave Paul the illusion that she was being industrious. He was easily fooled. Besides, he liked staring at her shaking ass.

Cleaning the counter also gave her time to think about the fiasco of this morning. Mitch Greenway fascinated her about as much as he totally pissed her off. Their relationship, friendship, encounter—she had no idea what to call what they had—began, because she intended to manipulate him to fix her sister’s piece of crap car. She threw herself at him, screwed him in his garage, and even had a threesome with him and her friend, Sandy, from the local radio station right outside Sand Dune on the beach. What did Karla get in return? He chased after Aimee, instead. Of course, Aimee and he never had sex, but it did put the twins at each other’s throats for a couple of weeks.

Her phone vibrated again. Because we’re not dating. Isn’t that the gist of what I heard you tell Brad this morning? And I paid last time. She growled. They weren’t dating, that was true enough. However, Karla Harper didn’t pay, not for dinner, not for car repairs, not for anything, and she told him that in her next text. He knew it, of course. He was just trying to make a point. Well, he knew where he could stick his point.

She gave a soft laugh as her dirty mind took over. Mitch Greenway did know where he could stick his point, and he was as skilled in the bedroom—or anywhere else, for that matter—as she was. He was also just as big a player as she was, and that was probably why the two of them kept coming back to each other. They weren’t in a relationship, but they were more than friends with benefits. She just wished she knew what that was.

Her phone vibrated. Okay. Never mind then.

She stared at the phone. What the hell? That son-of-a-bitch won’t go out with me unless I pay? Who the hell does he think he is? He knows better. She simply texted back, Fine, her fingers pounding her frustration out on her phone’s keyboard. She shoved the phone into her back pocket as two more guys stepped up to the bar. She didn’t need Mitch’s bullshit. There were enough men at Sand Dune who would play by her rules. She didn’t have to tolerate Mitch’s mind games. Karla made men play her games. It did not go the other way around. Ever.

He tried the control gamut a few days ago when he told her he was taking her out to dinner. Told her when he would pick her up. That wasn’t even the most ballsy move of his that evening. He showed up and told her to change clothes. He didn’t ask and he didn’t doubt she would do it, either. The point that really pissed her off, the point that frustrated her and was infuriatingly unbearable, was that she obeyed. She actually did it. Oh, she mumbled and bitched, did her best to be an obnoxious date, but, nevertheless, she did everything Mitch Greenway asked of her. On top of that, to add salt to her wound, he walked her to her door and simply kissed her goodnight. He made no attempt to get into her pants whatsoever. As a matter of fact, she practically begged him to come inside and fuck her. It was infuriating. Humiliating.

And somehow, it was all hot as hell.

Karla filled two tall beer glasses with Samuel Adams and slid them in front of two college kids. She couldn’t focus on the customers anymore. Her emotions became the ping-pong ball between the paddles of frustration and excitement when it came to the roguish Mitch Greenway. She found herself constantly batted back and forth. It drove her crazy.

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

Turning, Karla noticed Charlie Haverston leaning up against the bar, his fingers laced together as a smile decorated his tanned face. “Just another Wednesday night,” she said as she matched the dark-haired man’s posture. Charlie was one of the many weekday regulars at Sand Dune who preferred the quieter nights to that of hip-hop music and barely legal looking females who flooded the place on the weekends. He also avoided the sandier sides of the bar where the surfers and beachgoers gathered, not a fan of sand. Karla always thought it weird that he came to a beach bar but dreaded the beach. “Nothing wrong with girls in skimpy bikinis off the beach,” he would tell her. Karla would just laugh and say he missed out on part of the fun. Girls in skimpy bikinis were good on or off the beach. “What are you having tonight?”

“You?” He gave her a wink.

“Not on the menu—tonight. How about a Jack and Coke?”

“Not as tasty, I’m sure, but all right. Hopefully, I’ll be here for when you are on the menu.” He stared at her ass as she poured the whiskey into a high ball glass over ice and then topped it off with Coke, a thin layer of foam at the top.

Sean, her bartending partner, came out of the back with a tray of clean glasses. “Charlie, when are you going to learn you’ll never be that lucky?”

Charlie shrugged. “My luck’s bound to change sooner or later.”

She slid Charlie’s drink in front of him. “Now, that’s a positive outlook.”

He lifted his glass in a toast. “To luck.” She nodded as he took his first swallow of the night. Sean just shook his head as he moved to the end of the bar to help two ladies in short skirts.

Glancing over his shoulder, Charlie asked, “How’s the hump day action tonight? Seems pretty quiet.”

“Quiet for a Friday night, but perfect for a Wednesday, which it is,” Karla said. “You may be satisfying your own needs tonight, I’m afraid.”

“Practical, but not very satisfying. I could always hang out until last call. Buy you breakfast. Then, we could play barmaid and well-satisfied customer.” He smiled, a crinkle in the corner of his eyes as he gazed at her with a hopeful look.

She patted his hand. “Not on the menu, remember?”

“And just what puts you on the menu?”

She grinned as she batted her eyelashes a bit. “Well, I do, of course.”

He just laughed as he took another sip of his drink. A couple of blonds walked in, laughing and smiling as they crossed the empty dance floor. Charlie watched their progress, his smile revealing his thoughts. Already distracted by another set of legs. Men were predictably fickle.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mitch Greenway dropped his cell phone onto the work bench, as a chuckle escaped his lips. It was easy to get Karla rattled. She wore such a massive chip on her shoulder. He didn’t understand why, either. She was pretty, no doubt. Sexy, even. However, she could really be a snot at times. His chuckle settled into a smile as he pulled a rag out of his back pocket, wiping his hands. Turning back to the Dodge Dakota he was working on, he made a five-dollar bet with himself as to whether she would show up for dinner or not.

“Turned you down, didn’t she?”

He glanced over to where Sandy Elantra leaned back on the truck—her truck—with her hands gripping the edge of the truck bed, offering him a nice view of her round breasts as she made sure they were pushed out for his viewing pleasure. Her stance reminded him of the first night Karla appeared in his garage, offering herself up to him so that he wouldn’t chase after her sister. It didn’t stop him, of course. He fucked Karla right there in the garage and then took her sister out the very next day. The fact that the two women were twins spurred him on to the challenge. That and the fact he didn’t appreciate the way Karla tried to manipulate him. If anyone was going to do the manipulating, it was going to be him.

Of course, unknown to him, Aimee Harper had her own romantic quandary with a fellow tenant in her building and, while she did go out with Mitch a couple of times, sharing a passionate kiss or two, that was as far as it went. Ah well, not every chase ends with a capture.

With Aimee’s rejection, he turned his attention on Karla. “She did. For now.” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Where one challenge ended, another began. While he would have enjoyed sleeping with both twins, Karla was more in tune with his mindset on things. She just needed some control, and he would be the one to give it to her.

For the time being, however, there was Karla’s best friend, Sandy. “I told you so,” the ash-blond said with a smirk. “Karla likes to be in charge. Men cater to her, not the other way around.”

Mitch shrugged as he closed the distance between them. “Tomorrow night’s not here yet.” He raked her body with his eyes, relishing the white half-shirt that clung to her as well as the blue jean miniskirt. Even her feet looked sexy in her brown sandals. He glanced back up into her pale blue eyes as his hand slid into her short hair, cradling the back of her head. “Your friend may be stubborn, but I usually win in the end.”

Sandy tried to smirk, but it didn’t work and, instead, she ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. He thrived on the way he could take her breath away. “You didn’t win with Aimee.” Her voice came out more as a gasp than an actual voice. Her eyes stayed focused on his lips.

“I said usually.” Karla was the reason he had even met Sandy. Several nights ago, he popped in on Karla during one of her shifts at Sand Dune, hoping for a little after-hours tryst. Sandy appeared with the same thought in mind and the three of them made a nice circle of passion on the beach once Karla clocked out. He continued to see both of them after that, even though Sandy knew his goal was Karla. Why Sandy still hung around was beyond him, but he wasn’t above enjoying her attributes while waiting for Karla to surrender.

Gripping Sandy’s hair at the back of her head, he spun her around, pressing her against the side of the truck. Her yelp of surprise bounced off the garage walls. He slid a hand up her thighs and over her ass, smiling when he found no underwear. Good girl. “Did I tell you this is where I first fucked your friend? It happened right here, right up against her sister’s car, just like I have you now.”

He felt her ass as she pushed it back against his swelling cock. “Really? Please continue. Tell me more.”

He grinned as he released her hair. He’d do more than tell her. Sliding his hand down her back and up under her shirt, his fingers grazed her sun-bronzed skin. His other hand continued to caress her ass as it swayed in front of him, taunting him. “She was trying to manipulate me, coming in here, stripping out of her shorts before planting her hands against her sister’s car.” He slid his hand around to Sandy’s breast and under her bra, taking her hardened nipple between his fingers, twirling it back and forth. With his other hand, he bent her over the side of the truck, sliding her skirt up onto her back as he did. “She stood right here, wiggling her round little ass, just begging me to shove my cock into her.” He reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled his manhood free from its confines. He slid it between her legs, gliding it over her wet lips to tease at her swollen clit. Her moans filled his work area as she slid herself up and down the length of his cock. He grinned at how eager she was.

“More,” she said, her voice a throaty moan. “Give me more.”

He released her nipple, gripping her hips with both hands, the tip of his cock at the entrance to her slick passage. “I smacked her ass.” He let go of her, swatted her ass, and then with a hard thrust, buried himself into her sex. “And then I gave her what she wanted.”

Sandy cried out as she shoved her body back to meet his thrust. “Is this what she gave you?” She bounced back and forth on his cock, slipping a finger between her legs to rub at her sensitive pearl. “Show me. Please, show me.”

And he did, hands back on her hips as he pounded into her. He stopped taunting her with his words and gave her what she wanted, what he gave Karla. He felt her fingers between her legs, rubbing at her clit, and it wasn’t long before he felt her inner walls tightening around his cock as her body tensed, shuddering with her climax. She cried out, her other hand gripping the side of the truck as she tried to pull more of his cock inside of her. It was enough to push him over the edge. His cock twitched and he felt his orgasm explode inside of Sandy’s passion, coating the inside of her sex with his cum, his fingers digging into her hips causing her to scream out again.

As the tension in both of their bodies subsided, Mitch allowed his cock to slip from her dripping honey. He tugged her skirt back into place as he stepped back, tucking his manhood back into his pants, and watched as she turned around, her tongue gliding over her lips as her eyes smiled at him. “And she’s still fighting you? Unbelievable.” Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him hard, her tongue tasting the inside of his mouth. Breaking off the kiss, she continued to smile up at him as she allowed herself to return to her feet flat on the ground. “What on earth is she thinking?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Obviously, she’s not, which is why she needs our help.”

She gave him a wink and a sway of her hips. “By all means. You’re the boss.” She patted his chest, her hand lingering as she eased past him, dragging her fingers along his chest as she walked around him. “Be right back.” Her arm dropped to her side as she passed through the doorway leading to the office.

He watched her disappear the same way Karla did a few Mondays back, her ass doing the same sashay as she walked away. Sandy had Karla’s wild side without all the bitterness. Leaning back against the small pickup, his arms folded across his chest, he wondered what made Karla Harper so dead set against relationships.