Dara's Decision (2nd ed.)

By Jessa Callaver

His body, his face...the torturous tease. He invaded her days and filled her thoughts at all hours. Could he be real? Could reality fulfill her desire? Now, Dara has another choice to make. One that yet again will lead her into uncharted territory and find her questioning if chasing fantasy is ever worth the outcome.

In part two of the three-part series, we find Dara, our protagonist, living her normal life in St. Charles. Yet despite her contentment, the missing pieces still remain, and the allure of the unknown again beckoning. Can she find the love she lacks? Will her disquiet direct her desire? And will it be love or loss in the end? Only she can decide. (Part II of III)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa Callaver
• Release date: Feb 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311292032

Jessa Callaver

Jessa Callaver is a novice American fiction writer. She has published four erotic short stories, and is currently in work on a number of projects including a contemporary romance novel - her first. The guiding influence behind her work has been the question 'what if?' After that, all bets are off and fantasy reigns supreme. You will no doubt find smart wistful female protagonists in her books; women in different stages of life, of different dispositions and design, women seeking answers both within and without. And, being a woman of curious disposition herself, you should expect nothing short of a bumpy ride. Her work is available online at Barnes & Noble, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, Diesel, Apple and Sony e-bookstores. Connect with her on Goodreads, Facebook and on her website, where you can sign up to her mailing list (jessacallaver.wix.com/jessacallaver#!contact/c1kcz) for updates on her newest releases! **Now available on Smashwords and Kindle, "Dara's Decision," the sequel to the sexy flash fiction short, "The Very Thought of Him"!!! And to celebrate the new release the original title is now free at all e-outlets (excepting Amazon Kindle) for the next two weeks. Pick up your copy of both today!

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Dara’s Decision

A sequel to The Very Thought of Him

by

Jessa Callaver

Copyright 2015 by Jessa Callaver

Second Smashwords Edition: July 2015

Cover design by Jessa Callaver

Cover photo © Wrangler | "Female Hands Typing - Licensed through Dreamstime.com.

Disclaimer: The person featured on the cover of this book is a model has no connection to the characters portrayed in this book.

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DISCLAIMER

The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

MATURE CONTENT

This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

Other Books by Jessa Callaver

Dara’s Decision

Prologue

Dara stumbled sideways, her back pressed to the salmon-colored wall. His hard grip made the nerves in her butt throb in pain and she had to bite her lip to keep from making noise. She tried to block it out – to let her mind and body go and be in the moment – even as her hip collided with the edge of the bureau, sending the lamp shade clunking against the TV set before it bounced off her shoulder.

Maybe if I just...

She shifted her body, using the leg not wrapped around his waist – to twist away from the doorstop piercing her side – and his hands tightened, calling forth an involuntary hiss.

God, that hurt. Dara gripped his arms, hoping he might loosen his hold and he took it as an encouragement. Yeah, baby. You like that don't you? He grunted, panting into her chest.

'Like' was a strong word. Perhaps not as strong as the hold his fingers had on her ass, but…

He lifted his head just then. The smell of alcohol and cologne wafted up, surrounding her face, and Dara had to tilt her head away. Thrusting his jean-clad hips into hers, he planted sloppy kisses along her neck, digging Dara’s back further into the unforgiving metal. I'm gonna fuck you just like this.

She gritted her teeth in pain. Like hell he would.

Jutting out her hip, Dara pried her body out from under him. Kelly stumbled back a little and she grabbed his hand, maneuvering around the sharp edge of the wooden chest. Hey, her voice purred as his heavy-lidded gaze followed her backward track. Let's get on the bed.

I want to feel the headboard banging the wall while you fuck me.

Dara tugged at her blouse, undoing the last button. Her cleavage lay bare, her breasts cupped in lacy red satin. He smiled, a dimple breaking out on his unshaven face, and she returned it.

He was cute. She couldn’t deny that fact. Even more so in person. Light brown hair, straight white teeth, solid build, and a wicked little grin that should have been arousing – should have had her stomach fluttering and her breath hitching or something.

So why wasn’t it working? Any of it? At that moment, it was relief not arousal pulsing through Dara’s mind. Relief that, now unglued from the wall, she would no longer have to stomach the sour smell of beer filling her nostrils and burning her lashes. The sooner she got this kid up and at it, the sooner she could get off and leave. Strange and disturbing thoughts from the girl who’d cooked up this little fantasy. But here she was, and she hadn’t come this far to shirk.

Slipping off her shirt, Dara tossed it onto the floor. Somewhere the A/C chugged frigid air into the room and she could feel goosebumps spreading out across her skin. She shuddered and Kelly smiled, peeling off his red T-shirt with one hard yank. Hot for it, aren’t you?

If that’s what he wanted to believe. Even if the temperature had been set on ‘meat locker’ since she’d stepped into the room. I should’ve gotten sauced before I got here…warmed my blood.

Perhaps then her focus could be where it should be – on the sex, on the cute guy and crazy time she’d planned on having, and not on bad breath, cold hard walls and bedspreads that looked like they hadn’t been washed since Hoover was in offi–

Shut up, brain!

Dara dropped back onto the bed, resisting the urge to flinch when her bare legs hit the spread.

Shut up, brain!

She spread her legs and crooked her finger, calling him over to the bed, her eyes dropping now on the bulge behind his zipper. He settled in front of her with a drunken swag and tilted his pants toward her face. His lip curled in smug expectation of what came next. Cocky little bastard. He couldn’t have had more than a few inches on Napoleon, yet moved with the confidence of a panther on the hunt. Really, all he needed was some peroxide and a studded leather jacket and he could pass for a slightly preppier Billy Idol.

Still…

He tried cupping her cheeks and Dara leaned away, a playful smile on her face. She grabbed his wrists, a twinge of excitement surging across her stomach as she wound both arms behind his back.

"Don’t…move." She held his hands firmly in place and rubbed her cheek across the front of his pants. Kelly’s body shivered and she grinned to herself. She released his hands and to her surprise he obeyed, leaving them behind him as she worked to unhook his belt, slowly sliding it through each loop of his pants. She kept her eyes off his face and he said nothing. But she could feel his chest heaving above her and her heart raced in response.

Carefully, Dara lowered his zipper one metal tooth at a time and yanked his pants apart. Reaching inside, she encountered no barrier. Commando. Of course.

Gazing up, she quirked an eyebrow. And how commanding it was. Push come to thrust, at least she had something to work with.

Because that’s what this was. Not a date. Not a friendly outing or Match.com mixer. This was about sex. Sex with Kelly, the dark-haired star of her active imagination. Her fantasy in the flesh – however more sober he'd appeared in his photos...and cleaner shaven...taller and less clouded in body spray. She didn’t have to fall in love. She just had to fuck the guy, and fuck him she would.

Tucking a russet lock of hair behind her ear, Dara leaned in, her eyes on his as she took a single lap across the thick base of his cock. Kelly’s breath hitched, one hand straying forward and fastening to the back of her head. She reached inside his jeans, wrapping her fingers around him and he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as hers tightened around his cock. He was big. More thick than long, his heavy girth filling her hand. She massaged him in slow drawing strokes and his eyes squeezed closed.

She slid him past her lips and his entire body shuddered.

"Oh fuck."

Just when he began to thrust his hips forward Dara pulled him from her mouth and pushed back across the spread. Before she’d made it even halfway across the bed Kelly leaned in, taking hold of her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. She let him pull her to her knees and their bodies aligned. She could feel his cock pressed against her stomach and Dara reached between them circling the tip with her finger as she stroked him hard and fast with her other hand. He gritted out a curse and she could feel him throbbing. With the way he'd near-staggered into the room – a pink tinge to his eyes, tearing at his clothes with one hand while pawing at her with the other – there was no way the sex was going to last long. Gentle kisses and arousing foreplay be damned.

A firm shove and Dara found herself on her back atop the bed, watching as Kelly kicked off his pants and shoes. He smiled, eyes wide with excitement. Turn over. Before she had time to comply Kelly grabbed both legs from under her and flipped her onto her stomach. He yanked up her skirt, removing her underwear with a blinding tear and slid