Chapter 10

10

Kara

I’m still flying high as the night winds down.

The amount of people who came up to me to say hi and tell me how much they liked my set absolutely blew my mind. I even had a few ask for my autograph, saying they knew I’d be big some day and they wanted to prove they were at my first official show.

The grin on Silas’s face as I signed each bar napkin was priceless.

Nikki leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to take off. You’re going home with him, right?”

I turn to her with a flash of panic racing through my expression, which makes her laugh. We rode together, so she can’t just leave me here, assuming I’ll go home with Silas.

“Why that look?” she asks with a laugh.

“I can’t just tell him to take me home,” I whisper to her, making her laugh again.

“Yes, you can. Watch.” She yells out to Silas, who is talking to one of the guys from his station, “Hey, Silas.”

He gives her his attention, “Yeah?”

“I’m taking off. You got my girl from here, right?”

The side of his lips tilts up in a sexy grin as he looks at me, then back at her. “Yeah, I got her.”

She nudges me. “See.” Then, she leans in closer so no one else can hear. “Have fun,” she singsongs, making me blush all over, especially when I meet eyes with Silas.

I get the feeling he knows exactly what she just said to me. I turn to face the bar, trying to hide my embarrassment.

He leaves his friend and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my neck, sending chills throughout my body, just as I expected would happen when Nikki and I discussed my outfit earlier tonight.

“You want to get out of here?” he whispers, making my entire body melt.

“Sure,” I whisper, surprised I’m even able to do that.

He turns me to face him and places his hands on the nape of my neck. He pulls my lips to his in a soft kiss that promises more to come. “Let’s go.”

He motions to Joey behind the bar. “I’m out of here. Can you close out my tab?”

Joey sets the bill on the bar. “Already did.”

Silas laughs at his friend, turns to sign the form, and puts his card back in his wallet.

“See you guys later!” he announces.

They all respond with their goodbye, a few people saying again how much they enjoyed my set as I walk hand in hand with Silas out of the bar.

He pulls me close to him as we walk to where he’s parked. When we get to his truck, he spins me until my back is to his passenger side and presses his body into mine.

“Please tell me I get to take you home with me tonight?”

He doesn’t kiss me or move an inch as he waits with bated breath for my answer.

I don’t respond, just nod with a grin, and he pulls my waist into him, kissing me again before opening the door for me to hop in.

Once he’s in on his side, has his seat belt buckled and the truck started, he reaches for my hand and holds it in his as we drive to his place.

My heart is pounding the entire drive. I’ve never left a bar like this with a guy. Every time I’ve slept with a guy for the first time, we were already either at his place or mine. This is the first time I’ve had to drive home with both of us knowing what is to come. The anticipation is so heavy in the air, making it hard to even breathe.

This is a new feeling to me when it comes to a guy—so nervous, so excited, and so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve also never wanted to be with a guy so bad, so this is an entirely new experience for me.

The guys I’ve dated before, having sex just felt like the next step in our relationship, but this is totally different. There’s this pull, this fire, that is new, and admittedly, it’s driving me insane. I don’t have any addictions, but I get it now—this deep-down need that people feel. The problem is, I haven’t even had sex with him yet, so it’s terrifying to think what my feelings for him will be when I have.

Will it go away?

Will it be more intense?

The fear and thrill of it all is real.

He pulls into his driveway, and I take in his quaint place. It’s obvious this is an older part of town with the way the houses are smaller; it’s probably only a two-bedroom and not like the new five-bedroom places they build now.

To my surprise, he takes my hand, lifts it to his, and kisses it before turning off the truck and opening his door.

I do the same and step out, glad when my legs hold me up—because for a second, I wasn’t sure if they were going to with how nervous I am.

He joins me on the other side of the truck and reaches his hand out to mine, so I grab it, and he walks us up to his front door in silence. I stand by his side, biting the inside of my lip while he opens the door and turns off the alarm system.

“When you’re gone for twenty-four hours at a time, an alarm system is important,” he rambles on, almost like he’s anxious, which is cute.

“I can see that,” I respond, standing in his doorway, not sure where to go from here.

“Can I get you something to drink?” He motions toward the kitchen, but doesn’t move.

I step closer to him, deciding to break this weirdness between us that’s happening right now. He knows why I’m here. I know why I’m here. I want him so bad that it hurts, so I do something I’ve never done …

I initiate our first time.

His eyes burn into mine as I bring my palm up to his face and rise up onto my tiptoes to kiss him.

Without a second thought, he leans down, picks me up, and carries me to his bedroom.

We lock lips as he lowers me to his bed and slides on top of me, pushing my legs open and landing exactly where we both need him to be.

His hands run down my side as he slowly raises my dress. When his fingers touch my bare skin, I swear an electric current flashes through me, fueling me, and I want him more than I need air.

I gasp, and he catches it with his mouth as he grinds into me more.

I pull at his shirt, lifting it above his head. He sits back, removing it completely and taking a moment to look at me. His tattoo, which covers his arm and runs up his shoulder, makes his arm look bigger than it did before. This guy is cut, and I can’t wait to experience what he feels like against me.

I reach up for him, and he takes my hand, bringing it to his lips again.

“I just wanted to take you in for a second. You’re so beautiful.”

His words make me blush, but I can’t take my eyes off of him.

He reaches in his back pocket, taking his wallet out. He pulls out a condom, then holds it up for me. “I will always protect you,” he says with what feels like more meaning than just the condom before he sets it on the bed next to us.

It must be the firefighter in him, something ingrained in his soul, like his life mission is to protect other people.

I move my hands to his belt, making sure he knows this is exactly what I want, and he stands to kick off his shoes then his pants.

He moves down my legs, raising one foot at a time, taking off my boots before tossing them to the side.

Our eyes are glued on each other as he makes his way up my body, nudging my dress up until he’s pulling it over my head with me in just my panties and lace bralette.

“Gorgeous,” he says with admiration.

He leans down to kiss my stomach, wrapping his hands around my waist and lifting me like a feather, laying me down so I’m flat on the bed.

My chest tightens as he slides my panties down my legs, leaving a trail of kisses the entire way. Once they are off, I expect him to take off his boxer briefs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his time worshipping every inch of my body with both his mouth and his hands.

With every second that goes by, my desire to be with him grows. I can’t catch my breath as he grips my breast. When he lays on top of me, pressing his hardness into my core, I feel all the air leave my body, and I swear the only thing that can fill me back up is him.

“Please,” I beg, gripping his ass and holding him against me, almost afraid if he pulls back, I won’t be able to breathe at all.

He lifts and kisses me, filling me with not only air, but life. He continues to press himself into me with only the thin layer of cloth between us.

Never leaving my lips, he shifts around, removing his boxers and reaching for the condom.

He only pulls back when he puts it on, then moves back to exactly where he was before, only this time, he’s right at my entrance.

Our eyes meet with him above me, and we stare at each other, both in absolute awe as he slides inside me for the first time.

“My God,” he says breathlessly, dropping his forehead to mine.

Our lips meet as he pulls out, then back in.

A whimper escapes my mouth as I lose all senses and let him take full control of my body.

One of his hands moves to meet with mine before he does the same with the other. Slowly, he lifts them both above my head, keeping them locked with his as he continues his motions in and out of me.

I’m at his complete mercy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Everything he’s doing is exactly what I need, and I don’t have to do a thing but lie here and give him the power to do so because it’s obvious I was made for him.

If this is what sex is supposed to be, then I’ve been doing it wrong all these years.

I’ve never felt so free, so alive, so worshipped. They say when two souls combine, it’s heaven on earth, and now, I understand what that means.

Holding both of my hands above my head with one of his, he lowers the other down my body and around to my ass, gripping it tight and lifting it toward him as he moves a little faster, a litter harder, making me yelp out in amazement at how incredible he feels.

“I—I—” I try to get words out, but my brain is not functioning with the pleasure ripping through me.

“I got you,” he whispers as he grips me stronger and pushes harder.

“Oh,” I breathe out. “Oh God.”

“Yes, Angel.” He kisses me again.

“I—” I moan. “My—” I breathe out. “Fuck.” I drop my head back, giving up on trying to say any cohesive words.

“Yes,” he groans. “Give it to me.”

His words push me over the edge, and I gasp as I clench around him in pulses that are so intense that I almost can’t stand it.

He pauses, feeling me come around him. “So beautiful.”

Kissing me again, he pumps a few more times, finding his own release. Finally letting go of my hands, he allows me to wrap my arms around him. I hold him tightly as he does the same to me.

As my thoughts come back to me, all I can think about is how, from here on out, I will never be the same, and I just pray I’m ready for this next stage in my life.