Текст книги "Fear me"

Автор книги: B. B. Reid

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He nodded and waited for my answer. “What do you get out of it?” There had to be a catch, I thought as we pulled into his driveway.

“If I win then you give us a shot.”

He didn’t hesitate to answer and it was then that I knew I’d been setup.  My heart pounded in anticipation but it wasn’t for the game. “To be friends?” I clarified.

He looked into my eyes and I knew they were exposing my deepest desires and showing him exactly how much I wanted him. The forbidden was always the hardest to fight. I just hope he couldn’t also see how much I hate him.

“You know it will be much more than that but if that’s what you need to tell yourself then fine. Friends.” He sneered the word out, mocking me.

“I could say no,” I stated.

“But you won’t.” His jaw clenched and I could tell he was on edge. He was right. I couldn’t say no. I wanted answers.

“Let’s do it.”

* * *

I was growing frustrated but I refused to quit. Quitting would only mean he would win by default and I wasn’t about to just hand my sanity over to him. I managed to score one shot so far but Keiran had already scored seven. At this rate he would surely win but the fat lady hadn’t sung yet. No way.

I figured if I stopped staring at his biceps long enough I could score a few more shots. He changed into a muscle shirt before we started playing and I’d been drooling ever since. After seeing the fierce way he played with Keenan and the skilled way he way he played at the game I knew he was taking it easy on me but I still couldn’t deliver.

“Foul!” I called after he slapped my ass and took a shot. Eight. He grinned and dribbled the ball between his legs watching me.

“Doesn’t that mean I get a free shot?”

“Nope. That just means you get the ball. He passed it to me and I quickly took a shot before he could try to steal it from me. It bounced off the rim and he was there to catch it, dunking the ball and scoring his ninth shot.

So much for taking it easy.

“Why are you toying with me?” I heard the whine in my voice and cursed. I sounded like the numerous bimbos at school. I always thought they were born like that but maybe it was just male attention that made them act like that.

“I’m not. You’re giving up.”

“And you’re cheating.”

“I’m fighting for what I want. Are you?” He raised an eyebrow and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

I got a peek at his glistening abs and felt my own tummy flutter. I touched my stomach, feeling the soft skin. He was hard where I was soft. Sculpted where I was smooth. I longed to rub against him to compare the difference.

“I can always show you more. Just say the word.” Shit. He caught me staring. I dropped my hand and got my head back in the game.

I was dribbling the ball fighting to keep the ball as he kept guard on me. We were close. Real close. Our breath mingled and our bodies touched. I grew hotter from a different kind of heat when my hip lodged into his groin.

“You know what I think? I think what you really want is to give in but you want the decision to be taken away from you so you won’t feel so guilty.”

I faltered and lost the ball to him as he effortlessly took a shot. I heard the telltale swish of the net signaling that he’d just won out match. The world seemed to stop until it was only us as we stared at each other. He was gauging my reaction and I knew he saw my need when his eyes darkened with lust.

“I win,” he gloated. The only sound that could be heard was the basketball bouncing in the background until that too stopped.

Chapter Nineteen

He drove me home to shower and change with a promise that we could return to school for third period. I was upset that I’d already missed Volleyball. Willow had texted me, wondering where I was, and I sent her the condensed version of what happened in English.

I left Keiran downstairs and peeled off my sweaty clothes, checking the temperature of the water before stepping inside. Our match was stuck in my head along with his everything he’d said. Did I want him to take the decision away? I still hadn’t accepted the reality of losing our deal and what it meant.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to run water through my hair when I heard the curtain slide back. I opened my eyes and found Keiran in the shower with me.

“I – what – you…” I lost the ability to talk when I noticed that he was naked.

The shower suddenly seemed tiny as he crowded my space and pushed up against me. My back was against the wall and his erection was pressing against my stomach.

“You got something you want to say?” He was daring me to protest even though he won the bet fair. I shook my head but thought seriously about kneeing him. “Good girl.”

He reached above my head to grab the shampoo and squirted some into his hands before lathering it into my hair. I tried to keep my eyes off the erection that moved with him, slapping my skin.

His fingers felt wonderful massaging my scalp. I reluctantly closed my eyes to enjoy it. I swayed toward him, feeling like I was floating on cloud nine and mistakenly grabbed his waist. I immediately withdrew my hand but he caught it, bringing it back.

“You can touch me anywhere you want.” His eyes were half-closed when he whispered those words.

His rod was thick and swollen and ready. Even though he had been in me many times already it wasn’t any less intimidating.

I chewed on my lip nervously as I reached to touch him. His fingers paused in my hair a split second before he resumed massaging my scalp and relaxing me at the same time.

A drop of clear fluid leaked from the tip running down the length and I swallowed and blushed when I realized where my thoughts had wanted to take me. I wanted to be on my knees taking him in my mouth.

“Does it hurt?” I looked up at him while wrapping my hand around his length¸ squeezing lightly to see if more would escape.

“Yes,” he answered his voice deep and low.

“Show me how to make it better.”

He watched me closely as he wrapped his hand over mine covering it completely. Together we massaged his length with a pumping motion. Our breathing grew heavier as we stared into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

Our speed quickened and soon his body was jerking and his low moans turned into deep groans. I stood on my toes to bring our mouths closer, wanting our lips to touch. We breathed each other in, his scent driving me wild.

“Baby…fuck.”

I felt his hot release on my stomach as he gripped me, pulling me closer to his body. We stood there silently, the water cascading over our bodies as we used each other for strength. Once our breathing was under control, we quickly showered and dressed before heading back to school.

* * *

I was panicking. The entire ride back to school and throughout the rest of the day, I constantly thought about what it could mean for Keiran and I to actually be friends. Fucking hell.

“Dude, you’ve been staring at her with stars in your eyes or some shit. Spill. Was she good?” I heard Keenan pitiful excuse for a whisper and began humming to myself.

We were in fifth period now. I still sat with Willow and Sheldon although we were now in the row directly in front of the guys. It was the only way Keiran would allow me to sit elsewhere. Already his possessiveness was getting out of hand. I don’t think possessive is the correct word for him. Maybe crazy or psychotic.

Earlier today, a guy made the mistake of telling me my ass looked nice in my jeans. Luckily Dash was with us and pulled Keiran off the guy before any real damage was done. I didn’t know how to handle the look in his eyes so I remained silent while he led me to class before leaving for his.

Keiran saving me from Trevor’s assault was one thing. But the Keiran from a couple hours ago was an entirely different animal. I hoped I didn’t make a mistake by accepting his friendship even if it was for revenge. I was beginning to think Willow could have been right about it not being worth the risk.

“Shut up, Keenan,” he barked.

“Lake. Hey Lake,” Keenan called, clearly ignoring the warning in his tone.

I warily turned in my seat to face him. “Yes?”

“What did you do to my cousin? He looks love struck, girl.” His grin threw me off since he was supposed to hate me.

“Um, I don’t know, but he gives a great shampoo.” I winked at Keiran and turned back around. Dash and Keenan taunted Keiran endlessly to my delight. My phone vibrated after a few minutes and I checked it.

K: You’re going to pay for that.

 

Lake: Moi? What did I do?

 

K: I can’t wait to make u CUM again

 

Lake: We never agreed to any of that

 

K: Too late. That was the hottest shower I’ve ever had.

 

I squeezed my thighs together to assuage the need.

 

K: You’re squirming again…

Lake: Maybe I’ll make u wait…

K: Maybe I’ll make u beg 4 it…

 

Lake: Oh yeah?

 

K: Yeah…

I made a big show of tossing my phone in my backpack and heard his chuckle behind me. Willow and Sheldon looked at me curiously. I shrugged absently and focused on taking notes.

When class ended, I walked with Willow and Sheldon to the door, ready to go home. Just as I was walking out, I felt a tug on my bag. Keiran turned me around and immediately planted a deep kiss on my lips, shocking everyone around us. When he finally came up for air he glared down at me. “Where are you going?”

“I rode with Willow.”

“So?”

“So…I’m going home with her.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I’m telling you.” The look that passed over his face would have scared me before but I held my ground. He jaw clenched and then he released me.

“I’ll be over later.” With that he walked off and left me standing there with Willow, whose bottom lip was touching the ground.

“Lake, what the hell just happened?” she shrieked. I looked around and noticed the many eyes that were still on me.

“Not here. I grabbed her and rushed for the exit, wanting away from the prying eyes. I saw Keiran in the parking lot next to his car, surrounded by a ton of people. He spotted me as soon as we cleared the door and watched as we headed for Willow’s car. Just as I opened her car door he mouthed ‘behave’ and turned back around.

* * *

Willow shot me accusing looks the entire ride home and continued to glare at me once we got to her house. I felt like a bad child that got caught stealing cookies out the jar. “So can I say my piece or are you going to continue accusing me?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she pouted. I rolled my eyes and started cleaning up her room, when I got tired of having a staring contest. I picked up a pair of her jeans and found Pepé sleeping under them.

“Willow why is Pepé out of his house?” We called it a house because she was convinced Pepé disliked the word cage. Yeah that was all Willow.

“I don’t know…he escaped?”

“Willow your mom will have a fit if she knew he was left out.”

“He has a soul! He doesn’t belong in a cage!” Here we go. I turned on her speakers to avoid another animal rights speech. “I’ve got a date with Derek Ryan tonight,” she blurted.

“Dash still not talking to you?”

“No. Who cares anyway?”

“Willow –”

“Nope. Not going there. He has a fiancée, remember?”

“Do you even know if that’s really true? You know how girls like that are. They’re self-serving. They think the world belongs to them.”

“He didn’t deny it either.”

“You asked him? When?”

“He snuck in Sunday night when my parents were sleep.”

“What did he say?”

“What do guys like that always say?” He told me his relationship with Rosalyn had nothing to do with our thing.” She let out a humorless laugh. “I asked him was I supposed to be his mistress or something and he just shrugged and said we were friends who fuck and there was nothing to talk about.”

“Oh Willow.” I sat down on the bed next to her and hugged her.

“You know what the worst part is about this fuckery?”

“What?”

“I let Dash throw away my favorite vibrator! It was special.”  I laughed at her silliness. I was happy that she didn’t let Dash break her because her spirit was amazing.  “So you still plan to go after Keiran and Dash, huh?”

The way she asked instantly had me turning around to face her. “I won’t go after Dash if you don’t want me to…” She shrugged and stared down at the floor.

“Willow?”

“I don’t want you to go after either of them.”

“Look, I don’t even know what I’m going to do. I just know I need to find out if he killed that girl.”

“Why?” She finally met my gaze again but she looked truly angry now. “You don’t even know her.”

“But she’s an innocent little girl.”

“How do you know that? Really, Lake. How? All you have is picture. So you found a locket in his closet that looks like hers. That doesn’t mean he did it.”

“Willow…”

“I know how it sounds, damn it! I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I promise, I’ll be careful,” I reassured her.

“Yeah well…promises are made to be broken.”

Sheldon came over an hour later with news that Anya had a bounty on my head. Apparently word spread that Keiran and I were a couple now and that I stole her man. “I wouldn’t worry about Anya, she is all talk. Keiran won’t let anyone touch you anyway.”

“I’m not worried about her. Keiran and I are just friends anyway.”

“Sure, babe.”

“Lake, I have to agree,” Willow chimed. “That kiss earlier didn’t look friendly. It was hot.”

“We just have an agreement. A truce of sorts.” A truce that was a half lie but would get me what I needed. There was no way Keiran was getting away with this.

“Uh huh and how did this agreement come about?” Sheldon asked.

“We played basketball.” They gave me a weird look and I ran down everything that happened starting with English. I didn’t however tell them about our impromptu shower.

“He totally hustled you, Lake.”

“What do you mean? It was a fair game.”

“Come on. You saw Keiran play.  He used your curiosity and made the odds sound good enough that you couldn’t resist.”

“You got played,” Willow added.

“And if I know Keiran, he is after more than friendship.”

“I know. He made it pretty clear he wants sex.”

“Are you sure you know what giving it up to Keiran will lead to?” Sheldon asked.

“An orgasm?” I laughed.

“Lake, Keiran is playing for keeps.”

“He has had to fuck almost every girl at Bainbridge and then some. Does he keep all of them?”

“Of course not.  And he isn’t as big of a man whore as you may think. He’s too calculating. Most of what he does has a purpose.”

“Like his sudden interest in me?”

“Have you been listening? It’s always been there.”

I didn’t understand why everyone was so convinced that Keiran has always wanted me. He has done everything in his power to convince everyone that I was an undesirable waste of space.  I’ve never once been on a date because of him. I didn’t go to parties. I didn’t hang out. Up until now I had one friend. No matter how much I hid in the past, he found me. I ran and he chased. I couldn’t escape him. It was as if my pain fueled him.

This year was supposed to be about getting through and breaking away with the hope that I would never see him again. Now I was being told that the past was a lie. It felt very real to me because I still carried the scars. After his last play on my sanity, the scars ran deeper than ever before.

I guess I still haven’t gotten away from wearing my emotions on my face because Sheldon quickly changed the subject.  “Willow what are you doing to my brother? He’s been snapping and growling at everyone. My dad put him in a chokehold when he snapped at mom. It was awesome.”

“I took your advice. I showed him I was serious.”

“I never doubted you were serious. I’m wondering though if you’re sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want him, so what’s the deal?”

“He’s engaged?”

“Oh that.” She shrugged and answered, “He’s not engaged.”

“Sheldon, don’t lie for him.”

“He’s not. There was talk between our fathers about Rosalyn and Dash marrying, but that was more like matchmaker bullshit. At least for my dad it was. He called the idea off when Dash told him he wasn’t interested. Rosalyn’s dad, however, has it in his head that they made an agreement. We all know he’s just after money. His finances are failing and our family is richer, so they want to marry into the family. “

“Are you talking about an arranged marriage? Who does that?” I interrupted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Our families are old money so they follow a lot of old traditions and customs. My dad is more realistic and believes in marrying for love. Besides he would never make us do what we wouldn’t want to; to a point anyway.”

“What point is that?” Willow asked.

“Dash and dad got into an argument Sunday night about what school Dash would attend. He wants Dash at a more promising school so he can take over the family business.”

“Dash doesn’t want to take over?”

“He wants to. He just wants to do it his own way. Anyway the argument escalated and he disappeared for a few hours.”

“He came here Sunday night around nine but he was only here for a few minutes. I asked him about Rosalyn and he took off.” Willow repeated the conversation to Sheldon who wasn’t surprised.

“He didn’t mean it, Willow. He was already pissed and looking for someone to take it out on. Dash is crazy about you. He told me there was no one like you.”

“Great. I’m his favorite toy. I’m honored.”

Sheldon shook her head, exasperated. “You two are going to get caught in the worst way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Dash may be mad now but he isn’t letting you go and Keiran won’t let you run, Lake.”

“How are you so sure?” I asked.

“Because you let them in.”

Chapter Twenty

Rumors were spreading hard and fast. To everyone at school, I was Keiran’s girlfriend and we were the topic of everyone’s conversation. What really threw me for a loop was the birdie, by the name of Angela, who said that Keiran started the rumor.

Willow had stopped her in the hallway one day to ask about where it came from. Angela’s exact words were “How could it be a rumor if it came straight from the horse’s mouth?” I knew then that it had to be Keiran because I didn’t say that shit.

When I confronted Keiran, he’d only shrugged and say, “You’re mine. Now they know it.”

To make matters worse, Anya was doing everything in her power to tarnish my reputation, which was really a pathetic attempt after being bullied by Keiran for years. I was immune to anyone else.

Basketball season was coming, so I haven’t seen much of Keiran outside of school. He still used every opportunity to feel me up and violate me in school though. I was becoming pretty familiar with inappropriate places to do inappropriate acts.

Keiran’s possessiveness wasn’t the only contributor to my growing frustration. Time was ticking. My aunt was due back in a few weeks and I wasn’t any closer to finding answers about the girl in the picture. A few times I came close to just asking Keiran about it but knew that would be dangerous and stupid. We may be “friends” now but he could quickly become my enemy again if I wasn’t careful.

After many failed attempts to find anything on him, I gave in and called Jesse. He was a criminal mastermind with computers and finding things that weren't meant to be found. I even thought about asking him to find my parents but in the end decided I didn’t want to know. It would be too painful to learn they abandoned me. Maybe one day, I would have the courage to find the truth.

The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it.  We didn’t have much time before Keiran’s practice was over and I couldn’t risk Keiran finding Jesse here or worse and find out what we were doing.

I opened the door to find an annoyed Jesse on the other side. “Tell me what this is about and it better be good. I did ninety all the way here.”

“Well you said you wanted to help me. This is it. Help me.”

“So how and why does it involve my computer?” he asked as he set up his computer in the kitchen.

“I need you to find everything you know about Keiran, especially who and where his parents are.”

“Ok…why?”

“I can’t explain it to you…not now.”

“Here we go. Why not, Lake?”

“Jesse, we don’t have a lot of time. Are you going to help me or not?”

“Fine.” He mumbled something about bossy girls and harebrained schemes while he booted up his computer. I kissed his cheek in thanks but he batted me away.

“When did you get so grouchy?” I teased.

“Right around the time you started keeping secrets.”

“Whatever, I’m going to do homework.”

“Great, you can do mine too,” he said good-naturedly as if he had just offered to do my homework instead.

“What?”

“I brought Calc and Chemistry,” he said without taking his eyes off the computer.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I don’t joke about getting out of homework.” He took out his books and shoved them across the table.

“This will take me all night!”

“Thanks, babe,” he grinned at me cheekily.

“Gosh, you can be such a bitch.” I folded my arms and glared at him across the table.

“My, my. When did you grow claws?”

“Sorry, Jesse. I’m just stressed.”

“The bags under your eyes tells it all and is that a hickey?” When I got home I changed into a tank top that I was just now realizing was a little revealing. The hickey, Keiran placed at the top of my breasts, this morning, was partially peeking out of my top. The flush I couldn’t hide heated my skin and I jumped up from the table.

“I’ll be back, scrub.” I ran upstairs to grab my homework. When I picked up my books from my desk, I saw the picture lying underneath it.  Who are you?

I rejoined Jesse downstairs and settled in for a long night of homework. Jesse had his ear buds in so I knew he was in the zone. After what felt like hours I finally finished Jesse’s homework because he really wasn’t kidding about that.

“Lake?” he called my name with a sense of urgency even though we were sitting at the same table. “You might want to see this.” I jumped up from my seat and practically ran around the table.

“Did you find something?” I peered down over his shoulder at the headlines he had pulled up.

A New Heir for the Masters Fortune?

The Masters family celebrates a new addition but it’s not the arrival of a newborn baby. Sources say John Masters, oldest son to Charles and Victoria Masters, now has care of an eight-year boy, by the name of Keiran Masters. But where did he come from? Who fathered this mysterious child?

Is Mitch Masters the Father?

Sources reveal that the mysterious eight-year old child is rumored to be the son of the youngest Masters heir, Mitch Masters. Could little Keiran Masters be the result of a secret love affair?

The articles were spaced months apart, which mean there had to be more so where were they? The articles he found held little to no information…maybe that was why they weren’t buried with the others.

“These were all I found and I had to do some heavy digging. Someone paid a lot of money to keep this a secret with little questioning,” he said, voicing my thoughts. “I can’t even find any medical records on Keiran. Or any information about the mother.”

“What about a marriage certificate for his father?”

“Nada. He was never married. Mitch was only twenty-five when Keiran was born.”

“All this publicity and no hint or word of his mother?”

“I’d thought the same so I searched court records for any history of a paternity suit or child support hearing but there was nothing at all. Without so much as a birth certificate for Keiran, his mother would be pretty hard to trace.”

“What about school records? He was eight when he came into John’s care so he must have been in school.”

“Blank, babe.”

“So he just appeared out of thin air?”

“The only way you can keep someone a secret is if they want to be kept a secret or if they aren’t alive to tell you otherwise.”

“You think the mother’s dead?”

“Why not? Ten years and no trace of her?”

“So there would be record of her death.”

“Without a name, how would we find it?”

“Someone has to know something about who Mitch was dating.”

“Not necessarily…”

‘What do you mean?”

“Rich guys like that change women more than they change their underwear. She could have been just another notch on his belt – used and invisible.”

“The only person who would know is John but I’ve never even seen the guy. He’s never around,” I thought long and hard before a thought occurred to me. “Where are they from? If they were from a place like Six Forks it wouldn’t be nearly impossible to figure out. People gossip.”

“Beauty and brains. My hero,” he chuckled.

“Some days I don’t feel so smart…”

“That’s because you let your vagina do the talking, babe.” He quickly tapped his keyboards and only after a few minutes he came across something. “He’s from Camden. That’s only a two hour drive.”

“So it’s close.”

“You aren’t seriously thinking about going there are you?”

“Why not?”

“Maybe because this whole family seems shady as fuck? You can’t just show up on someone’s doorstep and starting asking questions about something they obviously kept so hard to bury. Think about it, beautiful…Keiran was a child when he was found…he didn’t hide all this himself.”

I thought hard about what he said but knew I didn’t have a choice. This was becoming more than just a need for revenge. I wanted answers. I needed answers. “What else can I do?”

Instead of replying he went back to typing. “It looks like he had a housekeeper.”

“How do you know that?”

“Her resume was uploaded on this social website for professionals who use it to make connections.” He studied the resume and then turned to look up at me. “What month is Keiran’s birthday?”

“February, I think.” I shrugged nonchalantly when he grinned at me with a cheeky expression.

“You think?”

“Ok, I know.”

“Well it looks like Mrs. Jenkins was dismissed.”

“When?”

“Nine months before he was born,” he answered dryly.

“Shit! Well maybe we can find out where his father disappeared? No one just leaves all that wealth behind.”

“On it. But I got to head back. My parents are going to kill me if I stay for much longer,” he said as he packed up his computer.

“Thanks, for everything, Jesse. I know you want to do more but I can’t let anyone fight my battle – not anymore.”

“Just promise, you’ll be careful.”

“I’m not so good with promises, Jesse.” Not after the two most important people in my life broke theirs…

“Right. Catch you later.” He gave me one last hug and was gone.

* * *

Thunder rolled and lighting flashed, lighting up my bedroom. The setting was so cliché and one straight out of a horror movie, especially when it illuminated the tall figure standing across the room. I came fully awake and jumped when I realized I wasn’t dreaming and someone was actually in my room. His back was turned and I guess I made a sound because he suddenly turned.

It was Keiran. He was standing there, drenched and soaking from the rain. His shirt was plastered to his skin outlining his chest and abs. His breathing was deep and uneven.

“What are you doing here?”

“Was it here?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Did you fuck him on your bed?” he growled. His voice penetrated my senses making by body quake with awareness.

“What the hell are you talking about, Keiran? Get out of my house!”  He moved too fast. I was trapped between the mattress and his hard body and my trembling doubled.

“Why was Jesse here and think twice before you let a lie pass between those beautiful, pouty lips of yours? I’m not keen on being nice to you right now.” We stared at each other, letting his words and the meaning settle around us. The only sound that could be heard was our deep erratic breathing. “I’ll ask you again, Monroe. Did you fuck him?”

“I didn’t do anything with anybody and if I did, it’s none of your business. I don’t belong to you. I. Never. Did!”

His bright grey eyes blackened as the brewing storm finally broke and raged harsher than the one outside. “No. But you will.”

That was the only warning before his lips slammed onto mine. The sound of surprise I made opened me up to his passions as his tongue penetrated my lips. I couldn’t help but welcome the taste of him. I crave it more each time.

Before I could rethink it, I was wrapping my arms around his neck and surrendering to the need. My clothes were torn away until I was left naked under his dark gaze. His gaze remained locked with mine as he lowered his head between my shaking thighs. He finally looked away to stare at the wet heat between my legs. I shifted, fighting the urge to beg for his mouth on

me as his lips lifted in a predatory grin. Suddenly, I remembered the fear I’ve kept close all these years as it returned. I didn’t think I could handle him like this.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby. I’m not stopping. Now say you want it.”

Please don’t stop, I thought. “I want you,” I uttered without hesitation. I immediately felt his hot mouth and tongue on me. I moaned and writhed as he devoured me. However, the buildup of desire was much more powerful than the pleasure I felt from his tongue. I needed more.

I gripped his hair in desperation, searching for what was missing until I was drowning in tears. Suddenly I was turning and then I was upright. I looked down at Keiran underneath me as I straddled his face.

“Ride my face, baby. Take what you need.”

So I did. Hard and fast. I felt his hands grip my ass and pull me deeper onto his tongue. It caressed me until I shattered. I was still shaking when I was flipped onto my back. I opened my eyes to find Keiran kneeling before me, watching me with an intense look in his eyes.

His hand reached for his shirt and then it was gone. I was staring at his chest and followed the thin line of hair that trailed from his belly button and disappeared into his shorts and I licked my lips in anticipation. He lowered his shorts slowly and my breath caught in my throat when his erection finally escaped. It strained toward me, begging for me to touch. He quickly slipped on protection while staring at me with a dark look in his eyes.

I reached out for him but his hardened gaze froze my movement. “Put your hand down,” he ordered then wrapped his hand around his length.  “Give me what I want and all this is yours.”

“Maybe I don’t want it,” I teased.

“Maybe the fact that you just came all over my face says different.”

“I can always call someone else.”

I was eating the bed sheets with my ass in the air before I could blink. “Don’t fuck with me when my dick is out Monroe. Give me what I want.”