Текст книги "Fear You"

Автор книги: B. B. Reid

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Lake

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Are you mine?”

“Keiran!”

“Answer me, Lake.”

“I fucking love the way you say my name.”

“Tell me now or so help me, I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

“I think you already are,” I teased.

He thrust into me hard and kissed me even harder. “Damn it, girl. What are you doing to me?”

His hand came up to clutch my left my breast as he began a hard rhythm that lifted me on my toes with each forceful thrust. My moans turned to squeals and then screams as my body welcomed the familiar pounding. He made me suck his finger to muffle my screams while another finger pinched my nipple.

I flooded his cock from the slight pain. God, even after all this time I still loved the fucking pain.

The sound of the desk rocking mirrored the tandem of my wildly beating heart.

I loved every minute of it.

“Keiran, please—” My head fell back, and I let out a long, guttural moan when his hips moved in a deep grind. He pulled almost all the way out of me and slammed back inside. I gasped.

“You sure?”

“Stop, Keiran. They’ll hear.”

“I don’t give a fuck. What did I promise you earlier?”

“You’re a sick fucker,” I gritted, working myself on him. I needed to come, but he was acting his usual asshole self.

“And you’re a mouthy little bitch. Give me what I want.”

“No.” He dug his cock deeper and harder into me. “Keiran!”

“Give. Me. What. I. Want!”

I screamed uncontrollably and gave in. “Please let me come… I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you. Shit!” He hit a spot deep inside me that finally sent me over the edge.

“Mouth,” he gritted. “Who do you belong to?”

“Just fuck me!” I was beyond frustrated from the pent up need.

“Who!” he demanded.

“I’m yours!” I screamed. I bit down on his shoulder as my orgasm rocked my body, and I shook uncontrollably against him.

He suddenly pulled out and ripped the condom off. I felt hot splashes hit the fabric of my dress. The aftermath of our mutual orgasm was as intense as the sex. It took a few moments for our breathing to even out, but he watched me with a cocky grin on his face.

“Why did you do that? Now I’ll have to go home!”

“You shouldn’t be wearing this dress. It’s too short.”

“You don’t think you’re being controlling?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

“Are you upset?” He lifted his head and looked down at me.

“I don’t know how I feel.” I truly didn’t. Even after being officially together for the last two months, to have him openly admit he wanted to control me was still hard to take in. Would it make me weak if I let him?

“I am not going to abuse you. That’s not what I want. I want to make you happy, but I also need to keep you safe. When I said there wasn’t a greater threat out there to you than me, I lied, or at least I thought it was true at the time.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me by my arms and set me on my feet next to the teacher’s desk.

“Besides… it was either this or break his face in. Why did you kiss him?”

“I told you, it was part of the deal for the fleas.”

I’d forgotten all about my promise to Collin until I saw him sitting in the cafeteria instead of outside in the rain. When our eyes collided I saw the hurt and embarrassment and couldn't feel lower. I knew word would get back to Keiran who thankfully had a meeting with Coach Lyons but a promise was a promise. Unfortunately, that meeting must have been a quick one because he walked in just as my lips were pressed again Collin’s and so our little rendezvous began. He had already been pissed about the dress so to see me kissing another guy no matter the reason blew a certain fuse that left me sore between my thighs.

“Turn around and bend over. I’ve been craving the taste of your pussy all day.”

I did as he said, and when his hands lifted my dress once again, my heart began to race with anticipation.

He clutched my hips and pulled me into his groin causing my back to arch. “Fuck, your ass is hot.” He slapped it again. “Perfect.”

I knew when he moved away when I could no longer feel his still hard cock nestled in my butt. He hooked his hand around my thigh and lifted it to hang off the desk. I heard him growl a second before his tongue touched me. The sensation of him licking and sucking me became too much, and as I came into his mouth, I reached behind me and grabbed onto his hair. I was sure my fingers were digging into his scalp, but he didn’t seem to mind as he moaned and continued to lick me with his tongue. His lips placed delicate kisses on my now sensitive pussy before standing up. I looked behind me just as he was slipping on another condom.

“Like this, baby,” he said turning me to face him. He lifted me up on the desk. “I want to see you come this time.” He slipped inside me slowly. I loved it when he took me hard and fast, but I loved it when he was slow and sweet just as much. He took my lips with his as he began to move inside me. I wrapped my legs tighter around his thrusting hips and whimpered into his mouth every time he thrust deep, hitting that sensitive spot inside me.

“You feel so good,” I moaned.

“You feel even better,” he groaned before he bit the top of my breast.

* * *

Keiran and I managed to sneak from school so I could shower and change. He was giving me the silent treatment, so I used the time to think over the last two months.

A lot had happened since Keiran and I became official. Most of it had been great as Keiran and I got to know each other on a different playing field. We were no longer the tormentor and the tormented. We were no longer enemies.

The hardest time was one day when I came home from school and I had been calling Keiran ever since he hadn’t shown up for fifth period. For the entire day, he had been acting strange, but surprisingly more affectionate, as if it would be the last time we were together. I walked through the door after school in time to see Aunt Carissa knee Keiran in the balls. He fell to his knees and groaned in pain, but thankfully, didn’t retaliate. After everything, it would kill me to let him go.

I rushed forward but didn’t know who actually needed help. I just prayed Keiran didn’t try to hurt my aunt.

As it turned out, Keiran told her everything starting with the day he pushed me at the playground. The only part he was smart enough to keep secret was the six weeks he blackmailed me into being his sexual slave. I had no doubt she would have done more than knee him if he had.

It took a lot of work and groveling on both of our parts, but we were both finally able to earn our way back into her good graces. The hardest part of it all was living with her disappointment and hurt.

Jackson had also stuck around after Mario was arrested. They eventually confirmed what my gut was telling me. Aunt Carissa had fallen in love. I was sad I had missed the romance but was too happy for them to let it bother me for long. I was just glad she had finally found someone.

Mario and Arthur’s trial was set to begin in two weeks, and the detectives were sure that they would be convicted… as long as Keiran, Quentin, and Diana all testified to more than just what happened at the gym. They would have to testify to everything.

Diana was still around. She was actually the cause of our first argument as a couple. I found out she was still staying with Keiran even after her father was arrested. According to him, she helped bring him down and was no longer trying to seduce him, but it was the principle.

So what did he do?

He convinced my aunt she was practically an orphan and had nowhere to go.

And what did my aunt do?

She moved her in.

It was hard at first when she found out Diana was Mario’s daughter, but when she shared her story, it warmed my aunt up to her. I had to admit, it warmed me up to her, too.

Sheldon still couldn’t stand her.

Diana and I weren’t exactly BFFs, but we got along. She was actually part of the reason for today’s classroom session. Keiran had been working overtime kissing my aunt’s ass. He had refused to touch me again until I was out of her house. She took me shopping and suggested a red, low-cut dress that flirted around the edge of decency. My reluctance was the reason she was adamant I wear it and shamefully, it worked like a charm. Not only did everyone in the school, girls and guys, drool, but Keiran about lost it when he saw me.

I made him break his oath and now he was all grumpy.

We pulled up to my house and Keiran cut the engine before coming around to open my door. He was testing his ability to be a gentleman, and I have to say, I loved it just as much as his rough edges.

“Make it quick,” he ordered. “You have a test next period.”

See? Rough edges.

“You know we wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so stubborn. If you hadn’t stopped touching me, I wouldn’t have had to resort to drastic measures.”

“I’m not in the mood, Monroe.”

I chewed on my bottom lip to keep from saying something sarcastic. I hated when he called me Monroe and he knew it. I could see the smirk forming on his lips.

I fisted his dark gray shirt in my hands and stepped closer until my lips rested right under his. He moved forward to kiss me, but I dodged his lips and smiled sweetly.

“You know… you get to see me in a dress again tonight. Are you prepared to stake your claim and perform your boyfriend duties?”

“Or we can just skip it, and I can perform my duties all night—no interruptions.”

I smiled and let him kiss me before pushing him back and catching him by surprise. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Maybe I’ll make you wait.”

“Monroe…”

“Don’t forget your suit after school, Masters!” I skipped into the house to change my clothes leaving him standing in the driveway with a hard dick.

* * *

Prom night. Every girl thought about the day of her prom. It was the second best night next to her wedding night.

I was the exception to little girl dreams because I always had the intention of skipping this night. I expected nothing good to come out of it. Not if Keiran was there.

So why was I standing here—showered, shaved, primped, and ready? Well, almost ready. I looked over at the beautiful, turquoise dress hanging on the back of Sheldon’s door.

The white bodice of the dress was strapless with a heart shaped neckline that would push up my breasts. The turquoise faux pearls decorated the top in a mass of swirls and trails. The bodice tapered at the waist and led into the princess skirt that reminded me of a tutu. It stopped just above my knees and twirled when I moved.

I could still remember the way Keiran’s eyes darkened when I emerged from the dressing room to model for him. I thought I’d succeeded in making him speechless—until he’d said, I need you now.

I’m glad we both loved the dress because after we’d christened the dress in the dressing room, we had no choice but to buy it. After the mind-blowing, sneaky, dressing room sex, we spent almost an hour arguing at the cash register. The first argument was who was going to pay. He won that argument, but when the sales associate announced the total price, it sparked the second argument.

We ended up leaving without the dress after I promised to tear it to shreds with a kitchen knife if he bought it.

I felt my body heat as I remembered him taking me home immediately after and punishing me one screaming orgasm at a time.  He never let up until my aunt came back. The next day, I came home to find the dress laid out on my bed and a note lying next to it:

I spent the last eleven years making your life hell. I’m ready to spend the rest of mine making it up to you. Spoiling you is just the start. Will you let me?

And as usual, I caved. The dress really was beautiful despite the ridiculous price. I was even more curious to see how Keiran planned to make up for the last eleven years.

Sheldon and Willow walked in, breaking me out of my thoughts. They were dressed in gowns that Willow made herself. Willow’s strapless dark purple dress was short and similar to mine except hers had a black lace bodice. Sheldon wore a long, flowing black dress that had a strapless silver studded bodice.

They decided to go as each other’s date.

“What time is Keiran picking you up?” Willow asked.

“In about twenty minutes.” I hurried to finish dressing and took a final look in the mirror as the sound of more than one male voice came from downstairs.

Sheldon and Willow hurried out ahead of me when Dash yelled up the stairs. Despite all the tension, we decided to go as somewhat of a group. I really thought Willow and Dash would have worked through their differences by now, but she still allowed her mom to keep them apart. I realized Dash hadn’t quite given up on them when he asked me a month ago if Willow was going to prom. Turns out, he had asked her, but when she turned him down, he told her he was done chasing her. Willow didn’t stop crying for nearly two weeks and barely ate. It wasn’t until Sheldon magnanimously asked her for her hand to the dance, as she put it, that she finally came around.

I slipped on my heels, took a deep breath, and made my way downstairs.

The first thing I noticed was Keiran waiting by the stairs dressed in a black suit and shirt that had to have been tailored by God for him. He wasn’t looking my way, so it allowed me to drink in the sight of him in a suit. He definitely made black look good.

I descended the stairs. When I managed to make it next to him without him noticing, I knew something was wrong. If I weren’t busy drooling before, I would have seen the hard set of his jaw. I looked in the direction of where his attention was fixed and took in the scene unfolding.

Sheldon stood pale and frozen to the left side of the stairs as she stared at the tall figure occupying the doorway.

“Keenan… How—how are you?”

He wore sunglasses that shielded his eyes, but I could see his lips pressed in a hard line and his jaw working. The room was silent as everyone’s attention zeroed in on the tension that now overtook the atmosphere.

“I’m not dying anymore if that’s your real question.”

The hostility in his voice couldn’t be mistaken, and if he was anything like his brother, there was sure to be rage simmering beneath his shades.

“I’m glad you’re okay. We—”

“Cut the sympathetic bullshit. You didn’t care enough to bring your selfish ass to the hospital. There is no need to feign concern now.”

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving us all to stare after him in shocked silence.

John had been notified the next day after Keiran had decided to let go of his past and to not kill Officer Reynolds and Mrs. Risdell that a set of lungs was available for Keenan.

Talk about a sign…

He had the transplant immediately. He was then released from the hospital after a month long stay to recover. Everyone was extremely happy except him. The doctor assured us he was going through the normal emotions an organ transplant would typically go through. Fear. Anxiety. Stress.

He wasn’t out of the woods yet because, at any moment, his body could decide to reject the lungs or he could suffer from infection. So he was constantly in and out of the hospital for blood tests and X-rays.

And tonight, we were all together getting ready for prom without him. It had to hurt.

He still wasn’t speaking to Keiran so the tension and distance between them only grew each day. It made Keiran’s hunt for Mitch an obsession. After the phone call Keiran received six months ago, Mitch had gone silent, but Keiran never gave up his search. Sometimes, he would slip back into that dark place, and I did everything in my power to bring him back. I was prepared to do whatever it took to help him. No one, least of all me, expected him to change overnight though I think he wished he could.

“Lake?” I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t realized when Keiran had taken my hand in his and everyone had walked out.

“Oh, uh… Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but do you want to go see about your brother?”

He looked backed at the door where Keenan had disappeared for a long moment before he shook his head slowly. “Pushing him would be a mistake.”

“What if he never—”

“Shh, baby. You look beautiful tonight. I don’t want you crying.”

“What makes you think I’m going to cry,” I accused even as I heard the tremble in my voice.

He offered me a crooked smile and squeezed my hand. “Because you’re always crying… and you snore.”

I laughed and hit his chest, and he feigned pain until I realized he might not have been faking it. “Sorry! Did I hit it?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I can take the pain,” he whispered seductively.

“Don’t get too excited. I want a dance out of you first.”

He groaned, and for the first time, Keiran pouted. It would be really interesting to see Keiran dance. “One dance and then I get to have you.”

“Sure. So can I see it now?”

He released my hand and held my gaze as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Covering the remnants of how I almost lost him was a tattoo mimicking my handwriting that read ‘Forever, Lake.’

Now I knew why he mysteriously had me write the words on a sheet of paper a few weeks ago.

“I couldn’t take seeing the look in your eyes every time you looked here. It’s not a memory I want you to carry. When you look at me, I want you to see forever. I want you to remember our promise to each other.”

“It’s beautiful. Did Keenan do this?”

He shook his head, and then kissed me, but I think it was more to distract me.

“What are we going to do? Mitch is still out there, and Arthur could get out at any moment.” It was a wonder he hadn’t already, but there were so many fingers pointing and evidence uncovered, including dozens of children found in Canada in a compound like Keiran had described who were finally set free. Arrests of police officers, judges, and nearly all of Arthur’s workers were also made.

“I have something to show you.” He pulled out a sheet of paper, and for a moment, I experienced déjà vu. Was it another letter from his mother?

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Keiran

She took the paper from my hand, but I sensed her hesitation. She turned it over and slowly began to read it. I could see the confusion in her eyes and the way her body tensed. I received the letter today and must have read it over a hundred times. The words were burned into my memory:

Youngblood,

Every warrior knows how to fight, but a smart warrior knows when to survive. If you are reading this letter, then I can only assume you are the latter.

I have one question to ask you and that question is simple.

Do you believe in fate?

My daughter came to visit me yesterday. I have you to thank for that. You protected mine without anything in return, so I only felt the need to return the favor. You never know what can come from trusting someone with your secrets…

Two nights ago, I met a powerful man named Arthur. He offered me a great deal in return for protection.

I accepted, but with the price of a secret. A secret much like yours.

He’s no longer a problem.

-Rufus

“I don’t understand. Who is Rufus?”

“He’s an old inmate I met the last time I was in jail. Two years ago, he came looking for his daughter, who was being beaten by her husband, but she couldn’t get out. He confronted her husband, but they got into a bad fight. Unfortunately for him, the husband was a cop and he was an ex-con with a criminal record.”

“The woman… She was Trevor’s mom, wasn’t she? And he’s her father?”

I nodded my head but said nothing.

“Is Arthur really dead?”

I nodded again.

“Did you know Rufus before?”

“No. It was some fucked up coincidence. I don’t even know what made me help her. I just did.”

“Maybe it was your own mother’s past. You said your father abused her.”

“I didn’t know it at the time I helped Trevor’s mom, though.”

“Well, then you know what that means, don’t you?

“What?”

She leaned close to me and wrapped my arms around her. “It means you’re a hero.”

I swallowed hard against the onslaught of emotion, but mostly for the small ounce of insecurity that I couldn’t be what she needed. “Is a hero what you want?”

She shook her head. “You were born out of greed and you were raised out of greed. You lived your entire life being who someone wanted you to be. Who do you want to be?”

“I want to be yours, but are you sure you can live with a broken love like ours?”

“I think it’s been proven I can take whatever you throw at me. Love is much more powerful than fear.”

I couldn’t deny what we had was born out of darkness, but instead of pulling her into my dark world, she led me to a light I wasn’t sure I even deserved.

I may not be a monster, but I am still anything but a hero.

“I love you, Keiran.”

Still… forever was a long time for change.

The End