Chapter Fourteen:

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Dean definitely lived up to his promise. I knew that I would be regretting this tomorrow, when I was working, but right now, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing. Damn, he is good at what he does. Dean gripped my hips as I rode him. I could feel myself teetering over the edge of an orgasm. He’s hitting all of the right places and the way we’re moving, it’s just enough stimulation. I fucking love it.

“Dean, oh, God…” I gasped. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he squeezed my hips tighter.

“Come for me, Kare.” He panted. That was enough to send me hurdling over the edge. I sucked in a deep breath and moaned. Someone’s phone went off, but I was too out of it to realize whose it was. It didn’t take Dean long to find his release. “Fuck,” he groaned. I slumped against him and let him hold me. I was still trembling and riding out the aftershocks of my high. “God, you’re not bad at that.” He breathed. I laughed and rolled off of him.

“Thanks.” I whispered. I closed my eyes and was ready for bed. I’m fucking exhausted. “You can stay the night. I don’t care. I’m too tired to move.” I told him. He fell back next to me and put an arm around my middle. I used his chest as a pillow and started to drift off. Dean pulled a blanket over us. I turned on my alarm and closed my eyes.

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I jerked away. Someone is pounding on my door. I clutched the blanket covering me and looked around my apartment, trying to figure out what’s going on. Dean got to his feet and pulled on his pants for the night before. I started to follow him, but he held up a hand to stop me. He went to look through the peephole on my front door and sighed. He nodded, so I figured it was okay to follow him. I wrapped the blanket around myself, cursing myself for not putting clothes on, before I fell asleep the night before. Dean opened the door and I saw Matt. Matt looked from Dean to me, back to Dean. The two of them started staring each other down.

“Did you need something?” I asked him, unsure of why he was here so early, or at all. Matt looked at me with a look that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“I think I left my wallet here. I tried to call you last night, but I guess you were busy.” He replied in a chipped tone. I nodded, refusing to be shamed for what I did. I don’t owe him or anyone else an explanation. It’s my life, not anyone else’s.

“You can come in and look.” I offered. I took a step back, but Dean didn’t. Matt came in and perused my place. He bent down next to my kitchen table and picked something up. I didn’t even see it last night, but I was kinda busy.

“Thanks,” he said, walking out of my apartment. He turned around to face me, like he wanted to say something.

“If you have something to say, then just say it.” I told him, already tired of whatever this was.

“Do you honestly think that you’d be worse off with us, than him?” He asked me, not bothering to pussyfoot around his obvious issue.

“Does it matter if I would or wouldn’t be? It’s my choice to make, not anyone else’s. Whoever I hook up with, whatever sex I have, is none of your business. If the government hadn’t ordered you, me, and Brian to get together and procreate, I wouldn’t even be on radar. Why should that change now? Neither of you owe me anything, and I sure as hell don’t owe you anything. Dean and I are friends and if we happen to hook up, so fucking what?” I asked him, clearly pissed off for having to wake up to this.

“Do you really think you’re so much better than we are?” Matt countered.

“Do you really think that someone else has the right to tell me who I need to share my body with or what I do with it? You can go to hell, Matt. Get the fuck away from me.” I growled. He looked like he wanted to say more, but Dean stepped in front of me and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You need to leave. If Karen decides that you can come here again, then that’s her choice, but until then, you’re not welcome here. Get out.” Dean laid down the law. He didn’t leave much room for argument. He waited until Matt was out of eyeshot, but closing and locking the door. I looked at the clock in my kitchen. It’s only seven in the morning. I may as well go into work early. Screw my half day. I’m so pissed right now. Riding might be the only thing to help calm me down.

“I’m going to shower. I need to get to work.” I told Dean. He nodded and followed me to the bathroom. “You can stay, but I just want to shower alone. Okay? I just need to not talk to anyone for a while.” I told him, before dropping my blanket and stepping into my shower. I turned the water on full blast, not even waiting for it to heat up, before scrubbing my body. I hate that someone can just make me feel so fucking inferior. What have I ever done to him? If men were the ones to have babies, it would be a completely different story. I don’t get it. I know that Matt and Brian are best friends, but after spending some time with them, they’re nothing alike. Nothing at all.

My shower was over before I knew it. I dried off and lathered my body with lotion, before pulling on some work clothes. Dean was dressed and waiting for me, sitting on my bed.

“Look I know we’re not together and I don’t want to overstep my bounds. We are friends, though. If you need someone to talk to, to vent to, or whatever, I’m here, okay? Don’t let me him make you second guess yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong. No one can order you to do something you don’t want to do with your own body. You’re strong as hell, Kare. Don’t let anyone make you feel differently, okay?” Dean said. I nodded and swallowed the growing lump in my throat. I felt tears burn my eyes, but I pushed them back. Now isn’t the time. I can’t afford to be weak.

“Thanks Dean, that… that means more than you know.” I breathed, swiping at my cheeks, willing myself to get my emotions under control. He nodded and walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. He placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Are you gonna be okay?” He asked me. I nodded, unsure if I would be or not. “He gives you anymore trouble or makes you feel uncomfortable, like it’s more than you can handle, let me know.” He offered.

“I will.” I promised.

“I’ll walk you out and make sure he’s not still hanging around.”

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After two coffees, I was on my way to work. The ride didn’t take me long. George looked surprised to see me so early, but he knew better than to comment on it.

“Why don’t you take tomorrow off, Karen?” He suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice. Ashley saw me and opened her mouth to ask me what was wrong, but I shook my head.

“I’ll tell you tonight. I just can’t right now, Ash. I invited Dom tonight. I hope that’s okay.” I told her. She nodded.

“Yeah, of course. He’s basically one of the girls, anyways.”

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All too soon, work was over. I just now let myself check my phone. I stopped at the coffeehouse on my way home from work. I’m fucking exhausted and I don’t have time to sleep before girls’ night. If I don’t get some caffeine in me, I’m not going to make it.

“Hey, I didn’t think I’d see you here.” A voice said from behind me. I jumped and whirled around. I eyed Brian skeptically. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Can I buy you a coffee?” He offered. I shrugged. We walked over to the counter and I ordered a caramel macchiato. “I’m sorry Matt likes to keep his head up his ass.” He broke the silence. I didn’t say anything, I just stared at him, waiting on my coffee. I’m so not in the fucking mood for this conversation right now. Not. At. Fucking. All.

“He’s an adult. He doesn’t need you to apologize for him.” I said. Brian nodded.

“I won’t get in the middle of whatever you guys have going on. That’s in between you two. I just ask that you don’t hold what stupid shit he does, against me, too.” He asked. I nodded.

“Okay, noted,” I replied. Just as I finished talking, my coffee was handed to me. I took a sip, thankful I got it iced. It’s too hot out for regular coffee.

“Thank you. If you’re up for company this week, I’d like to do something again, just acquaintances.” He added.

“Okay,” I agreed. “Text me. I have to go. Thanks for the coffee.” I walked away with my coffee and my sour mood. I walked my bike back to the Sanctuary, thankful it wasn’t far. I walked in at the same time that Dom did. He smirked, when he saw me.

“How did the makeover go?” He asked me. I sighed and just gave me a look. “That bad, huh?” He inquired.

“It’s a long fucking story.” I sighed.

“Why don’t I grab some wine and meet you at your place?” He offered.

“That sounds fucking perfect.”

Notes

I wrote this yesterday. I will try to have the next chapter up soon-ish, but I'm not sure when it'll be up exactly. Sometime next week, for sure! I have tons of classwork to get done this week and other stories on other sites that also need updating!

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Katie