Chapter 67 Hope and Karson

Chapter 67 Hope and Karson
Hope

Karson sat on my living room couch, flirting with two blonde chicks that he had probably slept with a hundred times already. Everyone in this town seemed to know everyone else because it was so damn small. I had moved here because of the beautiful mountainous landscape, but after I met Karson, I immediately wanted to move back home.He was a dickhead.

I threw back my shot and let it burn my throat.

If he was not making out with me, he would probably yell at me for drinking too much alcohol. He was always complaining about me, a city girl, moving to the country; when I needed to hire that bitch to remodel my kitchen, he would not stop making mean remarks about it. He was the only fucking man who did that kind of shit in this whole town.

Karson reached for his beer, took a sip, and gave me a glare with those dark brown eyes I detested looking at me every single fucking day. Everyone knew everyone else in this tiny town on a daily basis. It didn’t matter who you were or what you did.

Jada walked over to me with a huge grin. “Why don’t you go talk to him?”Cutting my gaze to her, I growled, “Why did you invite him to my birthday party? I hate him with my entire heart. I don’t want to see his stupid shit-eating face ever again.”Jada laughed—fucking laughed—at me. “Oh God, it’s better than I thought.”

“What are you talking about?”She crossed her arms and raised a brow. "You are going to stand here and tell me that the reason you are angry is that he is here, not that the town sluts are surrounding him?" I positioned my arms crossed. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I don’t want him here.”

“Come on, Hope. It’s painfully obvious that you and him like each other.”

“I don’t.” I gave him a stern look once more and observed as one of the girls coiled herself into the bend of his arm. And, for heaven's sake, I wanted to just reach into my locked downstairs purse, grab the gun my father had taught me to use, and shoot her dead, right now.

Maybe I was jealous.

BUT …I still hated that motherfucker either way.“ He likes you, Hope,” Jada said, leaning closer to me." He does not.”

“Mmhmm …” Jada crossed her arms. "My brother has never behaved this way toward anyone else, even though you might not believe that. He’s told all the guys in the town to stay away from you.”

“He, WHAT?!” I ground my teeth. “What the fuck is wrong with him? He actually has problems. What sane person makes sure that someone they don’t even plan on having a civil conversation with never talks to the opposite sex?”

Jada placed her hands on my shoulders and laughed. “Will you calm down? This is exactly why I invited him tonight. I have a plan … which might involve—”.

“What do we have here?” a deep, booming voice said behind me.

My entire body froze, my heart pounding. Karson pulled his slutty gaze away from the girls and looked behind me, jaw twitching. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, a face stuffed in the crook of my neck, and the strong scent of Axe cologne drifted through my nose.
I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Charlie.

My ex-boyfriend from the city.The one I dumped because I wanted to see what the country boys were like.

Jada wiggled her brows and smirked, disappearing through the crowd to give us a moment. Whatever plan she had up her sleeve, it wasn’t going to work, especially because I would never, ever consider dating her brother.

“Happy birthday, Hope,” Charlie whispered into my ear from behind, biting down softly on my earlobe, like he usually did.I used to fucking love the way he did it, would imagine his freshly shaven face gliding against my neck every time I touched myself, but now … now, all I seemed to imagine was a man with a beard between my legs and his filthy mouth against my ear.

“I’m offended that your roommate had to invite me to your birthday party,” he said, turning me around to face him.With those gray-blue eyes and short crew-cut haircut, Charlie looked like the same clean man I left back in Cincinnati. Nothing about him had changed, and somehow, I couldn’t seem to find anything about him attractive anymore. What was wrong with me?

“Well, you shouldn’t be,” I said. “I didn’t even know about it either.”

“You’ve always been a sucker for surprises.”Someone looped their finger around one of my belt loops on my jeans and tugged me back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Karson asked Charlie, lips curled in a scowl and jaw twitching in pure anger.

He didn’t let go of my belt loop, only held me closer to him by it.

“Charlie,” Charlie said, holding out his hand for Karson to shake. When Karson didn’t shake it, Charlie stuffed his hand into his pocket and cleared his throat, glancing between him and me. “Hope’s ex.”

Another thing about Charlie that I had come to loathe … his submissiveness.He’d never fight another guy for looking at me or even flirting with me. He wasn’t possessive.

“You’re an ex for a fucking reason,” Karson growled. “Stay the fuck away from her.” Anger rushed through me, and I tried to rip myself away from Karson, but he just tightened his grip on my belt loop and dragged me away from Charlie—literally dragged me through the crowd toward the front doors.When he finally let go of me outside of the party, I shoved my hands into his taut chest.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I pushed him again, letting him stumble back toward his truck. “Why are you set on ruining my life?”

Before I knew it, Karson snatched my wrist and pushed me against his truck, his breath in my ear. “I don’t handle it well when people try to take what’s mine, Hope,” he growled and wrapped a hand around my throat.

“I’m not yours,” I said between gritted teeth, pushing my hands into his chest but he didn’t budge.

“Every fucking morning when I came over to remodel your kitchen—because it wasn’t up to your little city-girl standards—you wore those slutty sheer nightshirts and undid all your robes just enough to tease me, didn’t you?” 

My heart pounded, warmth gathering between my thighs.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”He undid the button on my jeans and slipped his hand right into them, fingers brushing against my wet pussy before I could stop him.

“Yes, you fucking do. Your cunt wouldn’t be this wet if you didn’t.”

“My cunt isn’t—”He snatched my hand and placed it on his jeans, right over his bulge. 

“Fuck, Hope. You don’t think I didn’t break more things in your kitchen, so I had to keep coming back to see you, did you?”My breath caught in the back of my throat, and I found myself wrapping my hand around his cock through his jeans, the pressure in my core rising quicker than it ever had, even when I was with Charlie.

"I bet that little boy in there didn’t know the first thing about pleasing you.”

“You know nothing about him,” I said breathlessly, relaxing against the side of his truck and spreading my legs a couple more inches apart. “You know nothing about what he used to do to me. He was probably better than you could ever be.”

Karson let out a wicked chuckle. “You wanna bet on that, buttercup? I could make you come in less than two minutes by eating this tight, sopping cunt that I have quivering in my hand right now.”

“You wouldn’t.” Before I could stop him, he opened the back door to his truck and shoved me in, crawling in behind me and shoving me onto my back. He grasped my hips and savagely ripped off my jeans, throwing them into the front seat. Within a moment, he parted my legs and shoved his bearded face between my thighs, his tongue flicking out against my clit.

I arched my back, the pressure rushing through me, and shoved a hand through his hair, a moan escaping my lips. He held my hips down and steady to the seat, tongue flicking faster and harder, the more I squirmed under him. My legs began to shake, and I squeezed my eyes closed.
No matter what, I couldn’t come. I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. “Open your fucking eyes, Hope,” he growled against my pussy. “If you’re going to fucking fight it, you’re going to watch every second of me pleasing what’s mine.” Deciding that I wouldn’t back down, I opened my eyes and glared at him, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He flicked my nipples with his fingers through my shirt, and I lost complete control, loud moans escaping my mouth and my body flailing as an orgasm ripped through me.

Fuck. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, gripping his hair and grinding my pussy against his face to pleasure myself. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I bucked my hips as my pussy pulsed and drooled all over his bearded face.“ Sit on my cock, baby,” Karson said, sitting up and pushing his jeans down to his knees. He picked me up with ease and rested my trembling legs on either side of his, setting me down on his cock slowly. His head brushed against my entrance, and then he shoved himself up into me, filling me.I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard on the mouth. “I fucking hate you so much.”

“Hate me all you want, baby,” Karson said into my ear, grunting. He wrapped his arms under mine and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down onto him and getting as deep into me as he could. “It doesn’t fucking matter. You’re still mine.” The pressure rose in my core again, and I couldn’t help but clench on him. I gripped his hair hard in my hand and tugged it back, my tongue gliding against his, my mouth moving hungrily. Karson held my hips steady and pounded up into me, so hard that I nearly hit my head against the ceiling of his truck.“Fuck,” he grunted into my mouth, shoving himself deep into me and filling my pussy with his cum. When he stilled and his warm cum spilled down my legs, I couldn’t help but let out another moan and come all over him.Before he could say another word, I collapsed on the seat beside him and grabbed my jeans. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” I growled. “It didn’t fucking happen.”



“Oh, come on, Hope,” Jada said, tugging me into Red Goose Tavern, the only fucking bar in this small town. Everyone—literally everyone—got so plastered there on Friday nights that they could barely even stumble back home. “One drink.”I rolled my eyes and followed her into the bar. After last Friday night in Karson’s truck, I refused to leave my damn house. I didn’t want to see that fucking man again, and he always hung out here on the weekend.And it wasn’t like any other guy would even talk to me tonight. Karson had told them all to stay away, and apparently, that asshole ran this fucking town. I didn’t know why everyone was scared of him. 

All you had to do about a guy like that was kick him square in the balls to bring his fragile little ego back down. “Looking good, Jada,” James said, knocking back a beer at the bar.After sliding onto a stool, I grabbed a shot from the bartender and threw it back, the sour taste making me cringe. “Okay. One drink done. I’d like to go back home now.”

Truth was that I wanted to get the fuck out of here before Karson walked into the crowded bar. All I had been thinking about this past week was how much I fucking hated that man with my entire heart.Not about what happened.“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Jada said, ordering two beers. “I meant, a real drink. Not a shot.”“A shot is a real drink,” I said, tapping the small shot glass and raising my brows. “If I have enough of them, I’ll be stumbling home tonight, and you know that I have work tomorrow morning. I can—”Before I could even fucking finish my sentence, I saw him.Sitting in a booth across the bar with one of the many desperate girls from this town. She curled a finger around a strand of her blonde hair and giggled, her spray tan looking absolutely horrendous under the dim bar lights.Karson leaned closer to her, slipping a hand under the table and his arm around her shoulders to draw her closer and whisper into her stupid fucking ear. My heart pounded in my ears, and I balled my hands into fists, the shot glass shattering in my hand.“Hope!” Jada shouted.

I snapped my head back to the bar to see the glass in pieces on the counter and blood dripping down from my left palm. It hurt like a bitch but not as much as seeing Karson flirting with another girl.“Sorry,” I muttered, grabbing a napkin and desperately trying to clean up the blood.“I’m going to get a wet rag,” Jada said, jumping off her stool. “Stay here.”The bartender swiped the glass off the counter and into the trash, glancing up at me through dark eyes. “You know, he’s been looking over here ever since you walked in.”“What?” I asked.“You broke the glass because of Karson, didn’t you?” he asked.Clenching my jaw, I growled, “No. I don’t give a fuck about him.”Fuck Karson.Fuck Karson.Fuck Karson.Unable to stop myself, I glanced over my shoulder to see Karson even closer to the desperate chick, her hands all over his chest and her annoying-ass giggles making my ear bleed. Karson picked up his beer and took a long sip, glancing over at me.As if he wanted me to see him with her.I pressed my lips together and glared to show him that I didn’t care about him in the slightest because I didn’t. If he wanted to sleep around with every girl in town and get some disease, then go right ahead, buddy.Go right a-fucking-head.With his gaze focused on me, he leaned closer to her and said something into her ear. She turned her head and kissed him right on his ugly, stupid mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips and thrusting her hands into his hair.“Hope?” Jada asked from my side.When I turned back to her, she had already started wiping the blood from my hand and grabbed a couple bandages from the first-aid kit, sticking them onto my palm to stop the blood. I gave her the best smile I could muster and thanked her.It wasn’t her fault her stupid brother was a whore.“Jada!” James called again from across the bar, lifting two beers, one for him and the other for her.“Go,” I urged her. “Have fun.”“But—” Jada started.I grasped her hands. “Go, have fun. I won’t leave yet, I promise.”Instead of walking away, Jada grabbed my hand and pulled me off the stool. “Come on. James has a friend that I think you’d like—at least enough to piss off my brother again.”“I don’t want to piss off your brother.” Lie. “But I won’t pass up that.”Jada tugged me toward the end of the bar, where James and a man who I never met before stood. The guy kinda, sorta resembled my ex-boyfriend, Charlie—not by the way he looked, but by the way he acted. This guy wasn’t from the country at all.He was a city boy.Just the type of guy that pissed off Karson easily.And it wasn’t long before the man himself strode across the bar toward us and pulled me away. Grasping my arm tightly, he dragged me through the bar and toward the unkept, dirty bathrooms. After locking the door behind him, he turned toward me with those piercing dark eyes and a twitching jaw.“Who the fuck is that?” Karson asked through gritted teeth. “And what the fuck are you doing with him? This is a bar, not a fucking strip club, where you can grind all over whoever the fuck you want, Hope.”With fury rushing through me, I smacked him hard across the face. “You’re a hypocrite.”

Before I could stop him, he seized my waist with his large, rough hands, placed me on the edge of the sink, and stepped between my legs, shoving up my skirt. Pressing his hot mouth against mine, he sank his hand against my panties."You just need to let me know if you do not want me to touch her the way I touch you," he said, running his fingers along my clit. He touched me again, his fingers moving in small, torturous circles, then said, "But if you still want to act like the pretty princess you were back in the city, then I am going to go back out there and take Courtney home tonight, do everything to her that I did to you."Fury consuming me, I clutched his flannel shirt tightly and drew him nearer to me. “You’re not going anywhere.”“Then, say it,” he growled against my lips, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling it back to force me to stare up into those dangerous, sinful eyes. “Fucking say that you don’t want me to go back home with her because all you could think about this past week was what I did to you in my truck.”Pressing my lips together, I glared up at him. How could I give him that satisfaction?After rubbing my clit until my panties were completely soaked through, he slipped his fingers under them and kept nuzzling my pussy. I took a deep breath and spread my legs a few inches apart to give him more room.More. I wanted more.But I couldn’t tell him that.“Say it, Hope, or I’ll walk right out that door,” he threatened.Pressure rose in my core. I gripped the sink counter underneath me and bit back a whimper, moments from exploding. He suddenly pulled his fingers back and turned toward the door.“Fuck, wait!” I shouted, heart pounding. “I don’t want you to go back out there. I don’t want you to be with her. I want you to be here with me now. I want you to make me feel good. I …” My mouth dried. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last week—”Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his lips back on mine and maneuvered himself between my legs, his hands traveling all across my body again, touching and groping and rubbing me all over.He rubbed the bulge of his jeans against my panties and grunted, “Fuck, Hope.”“More,” I whispered, tossing my head back and spreading my legs. “Take me.”He sank his face into the hollow of my neck and licked at my tender flesh before undoing his pants and bringing out his pulsating cock to rub against my pussy.Desperate to get to him, I slid my ass to the edge of the counter.“Please, Karson,” I pleaded. “Please.”Karson looped one finger around my soaked panties to pull them to the side, then pushed the head of his dick between my glistening pussy lips. When he thrust the head of his cock into me, he pulled me closer and grunted, the sound low and feral.“You don’t know how many fucking times I’ve imagined being inside you again.”My toes curled, and I moaned out loud, not giving a fuck if Courtney the bitch could hear me. Karson wasn’t her toy to play with. He was mine.“More,” I breathed out. “Give me more.”Karson put his hands on my hips to restrain me while he rammed his cock into me as much as possible. I let out another groan as the heat inside of me increased. I buried my fingers in his strong shoulders and let out a whine into his ear.I was going to come already.Nobody ever had made me this horny, this quickly. Not even Charlie.“I’m going to come,” I whispered, tightening around him. “I’m going to fucking—”When Karson reached between my legs and lightly touched my clit, I screamed and let go, my fluids spilling out around his cock as waves of pleasure swept through my body.Tossing my head back, I stared at the mountain of a man in front of me and slammed my hand into his chest to push him away from me. I bowed down in front of him and stroked his cock with my hand as he staggered a few feet away, yanking his cock out of me.“Come on my face,” I said, my pussy still pulsing.“Hope,” Karson grunted, lacing one hand into my hair.I stuck out my tongue and stared up at him through my lashes. “Plea—”Karson shot a wad of his cum across my face, from my eyebrow to my tongue, then pressed the head of his cock against my cheek, stroking out the rest of it until my face was covered with thick white gooeyness.With one hand, Karson pulled me to my feet and gripped my chin. “You’re mine now.”