Текст книги "Fear me"

Автор книги: B. B. Reid

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“Losing your v-card?” I nodded. “At least your eighteen. You’re an adult. Anyway, parents are never ready for their kids to cross that line. I was sixteen when I first did it.”

“Was it with Keenan?”

“Yeah,” she sighed with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“Were you scared?”

“Absolutely. It was unexpected and was after our first breakup when I found out he made out with Jessica Stanton at a party. Dash was actually the one to tell me about it. They beat the brakes off each other over it.”

“How are they still friends?”

“Hell if I know. Men don’t hold grudges like women do I guess. Dash stayed out of it after I took Keenan back the third time.” Her voice lowered and she sounded sad so I let her have a moment. I thought about what Keiran had planned for me later tonight when we were alone and felt a shiver run through my body.

“Do you still get scared?”

“Yeah but I never tell him no because I know he wouldn’t hurt me. He can be an animal,” she grinned. “And sometimes I guess the need just overtakes him. He gets in these moods…” She trailed off and looked lost in thought.

Before I could find out more the guys came back, each with popcorn and drinks. I was curious about what Sheldon meant and knew there was a story there. Keiran sat on my left while Keenan sat on Sheldon’s right, leaving us in the middle. The lights dimmed and the previews started to roll so I settled into my seat for the movie.

“I got it loaded with butter.” He sat the popcorn in my lap before slumping down in his seat and spreading his legs apart in a lazy yet sexy pose. He let his head rest against the back of the seat and looked me up and down.

“Thanks,” I smiled at him but he didn’t return my smile. Instead he turned to the screen and stared broodingly at the screen.

I frowned but hesitated only a second before deciding to say something. I gave my body to him; I wasn’t allowed to be afraid of him anymore.

“Something wrong?” He continued to stare at the screen, ignoring me. He didn’t look angry but his body language screamed ‘disinterested’. I leaned forward and waved my hand in front of his face. Still nothing. I then snapped my fingers twice to get his attention. “Hey…I’m talking to you. That means you say something back.”

“Atta girl.” I heard Sheldon say and snicker quietly.

He finally turned to me, a frown marring his features. “What?” he asked coldly. I drew back in surprise for a moment before regaining my composure.

“If you’re going to act like an ass for no reason then you can just take me home. Now.”

“That’s all I want to do is get you home.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” I felt tears burning the back of my eyelids but I refused to let them fall. Not this time.

He let out an aggravated breath. “Hell if I know.”

“Then by all means lets end this date now.” I bit out the word date and felt the sneer transform my face. “I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Are you this stupid on purpose or can you really not help it?”

“Don’t call me stupid. I’m not stupid. Or maybe I am because I’m sitting here with you right now.” I stood up before he could say anything else and left for the lobby, almost tripping over Sheldon and Keenan.

I heard him spit out a harsh curse and Sheldon call him a ‘dumb dickhead’ before I burst through the doors.   The bright lights of the lobby almost blinded me or maybe it was the hot liquid spilling down my cheeks.

Fuck. I said I wouldn’t do that.

I contemplated walking home before I realized I wasn’t that stupid and headed for the restroom. I pushed inside and pulled out my cell phone to call Willow for a ride.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Evil right now?”

“He’s being a jerk. Can you pick –” That was all I got to say before the phone was plucked from my hands. Keiran ended the call and stuck my phone in his pocket. Big surprise there.

“What are you doing in the girls’ bathroom?” I hurriedly tried to wipe my cheeks before he could see that I had been crying. He took my hands away and used his own to gently clean my face.

“I came to apologize and this is the men’s bathroom.” My eyes widened and I looked around and noticed the urinals before squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. Could I be anymore of a dork?

“Go. Away.” I backed up until my back touched the wall, needing space between us, but he only followed.

“No.”

“You’re not my favorite person right now.”

“That’s okay because I can guarantee you’ll change your mind the next time I get my dick in you.”

“If you say so,” I returned flippantly while shifting against the ache between legs.

“Want to test that theory now?” he challenged. I shrugged and turned my head away, giving him the cold shoulder. He gently grasped my chin and turned my face up to him. My lips opened instinctively for his. He eyed my mouth before grinning down at me. “I’m talking to you. That means you say something back.”

He threw my words back at which pissed me off so I drew my knee up to hit his balls. He caught my leg under my thigh and wrapped it around his waist and pressed me harder into the wall.

“Are you trying to get round one started right here?” His eyes were heated with sexual intent and despite the way my body responded, I shook my head no. “Then behave.”

“Why are you always telling me to behave?”

“Because you want it.”

“Do explain…” I stated sarcastically and rolled my eyes. He grasped my chin again, this time in a tight, unyielding grip. I watched the flash in his eyes and quaked all the way down to my toes.

“I don’t have to. You and I both know how wet your pussy gets every time I issue a command. You love it.” I started to protest he transferred his grip to my throat. “You need it,” he growled.

God help me, I do.

“Don’t make me prove it to you right here. You aren’t ready for the type of fucking I’d give you right here. But you will be…after tonight.”

I drew in a deep breath almost begging him to carry out his threat. “I don’t know what to say.” It was a stupid response to the hot promises he just made to me but it was all I had dammit.

“All I need is for you to say yes when I need you. That’s it.”

“Why should I say yes? You were being him again. I didn’t like it.”

His hand dropped from my throat as he frowned and searched my eyes with what looked like panic. “Him?” he asked.

“Yeah…the Keiran before now.” I didn’t miss the look of relief that crossed his features.

“I won’t apologize again since it seems that you aren’t listening so I’ll explain instead. I am happy to spend this time with you. I just wish we could spend it alone. I can’t help but want you all to myself all the time. I missed ten years with you because I couldn’t wake up from a nightmare that played over and again. But even more selfishly, I wish we were locked away in my bedroom instead of a smelly theater. Believe me baby I would do anything not to be him again.”

His arms had come around me sometime during his speech and held me tight as if to keep me from running away. His possessive demeanor told me I was dead on. The sincerity shone through his gaze but I couldn’t forgive him just yet.

“Anything?” I stressed.

His hands dropped to my butt and lifted me up and into him. “Yes.”

“Then you should know this is my first date. Don’t ruin it, okay?”

“Not even if it meant my life,” he agreed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Lake, how good do you play with balls? Aaargh! The bowling balls, babe!” Sheldon had driven her elbow into Keenan’s stomach. I laughed at his pained expression because he never seemed to learn his lesson.

“I’m telling Keiran.” Sheldon stated.

“Snitch,” Keenan returned.

“Slut.”

“That’s it. I’m choosing Lake as my partner.”

“You can’t choose Lake.”

“Why not?”

“Maybe I want Lake.”

“Too bad. I called dibs.”

“You can’t have dibs. She’s my friend. She doesn’t even like you.”

Ouch.

“Lake, tell her we are friends now. Remember? BFFs? Art?”

“Lake, is this true?” Sheldon asked, accusingly, with her hands on her hips.

“Uh –”

“Obviously not,” Sheldon sniffed.

“Obviously she likes me better and just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Keiran approached with our shoes but they continued to bicker over me and didn’t notice. I eyed him for help but he merely smirked and sat down to change out shoes. I watched him pull off his hoodie, revealing the plain grey shirt that molded to his skin and instantly salivated. No one should be that hot.

“My body’s hotter. And I have better hair. Your hair is stringy.”

“Stringy? You mean like your dick?”

“You weren’t saying that last night when you came all over it.”

That’s my cue to leave.

I walked over to where Keiran was and sat next to him. “Do they always argue like that?”

“They aren’t arguing. That’s just them. When they argue, they break up.”

“Just like that?”

He shrugged. “It’s normal for them. They once broke up for an hour before they were back under each other.”

“Some would say it’s unhealthy.”

“Probably. But their relationship is theirs, not someone else’s.”

“Is that how you feel about us?” What are you saying Lake? Not. A. Relationship!

“Yes,” he said without hesitation and grinned, catching my slip. “No one else’s opinion will never matter to me about us. Only yours.” He turned his head to stare at me until I nodded my understanding and then went began setting up the game.

I looked over at Keenan and Sheldon who were for sure making out now. He practically had her laid across the tabletop as he groped her. I would never understand those two, but then it wasn’t for me to understand. We stood up to start playing the first round when I heard my name called.

“Lake?” I swiveled to face the sound of the familiar voice at my back.

“Hey Willow. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, uh –” she gestured to a guy with dull brown hair and square-framed glasses standing behind her. He was of average height and wearing khaki pants with a dark brown collared shirt. He was cute but shockingly plain and so not Willow.

“Hi, I’m Thomas.” He moved forward to shake my hand but when I reached out to grab his, I was moved away. Keiran placed me behind him with a scowl on his face before I could shake his hand. I glared at his back and then peeked around him to mouth sorry to Willow and her date.

“Who’s the square?” I heard Keenan ask as he released Sheldon and moved forward. He blatantly looked the guy up and down, challengingly with a sneer on his face.

“Really, Wills? You couldn’t do better?” he directed at Willow.

“It’s not your business, Keenan.”

“You’re right. You’re Dash’s business. I’ll let him handle that.” He nodded once and stepped back to perch himself on a nearby table. Everyone turned their focus back on Willow and Thomas however I watched Keenan pull out his cellphone. I immediately became suspicious at the sneaky look on his face.

“Hi, Thomas. I’m Sheldon. Do you –”

“Don’t get that ass spanked, babe.” Keenan warned, never taking his eyes off his phone. His fingers moved over his keyboard swiftly. When he finished, he pocketed his phone and made eye contact with Keiran and nodded. Keiran nodded back and ended their silent communication.

They were up to something.

It became really awkward, the air filling with tension since the guys wouldn’t let us speak to Thomas and they continued to glare at him. She finally pulled him away with a promise to talk to Sheldon and me later.

“Don’t go too far Wills. I have something on the way for you,” Keenan called. I saw Willow’s back stiffen as she continued to walk away. There was a gleam in Keiran and Keenan’s eyes.

I poked Keiran in the back and he finally pulled me back around in front of him. “What was that?” I demanded while sending Keenan a displeased look.

“You got the first roll,” he said, gesturing toward the lane and ignoring my question. I was pretty sure there was steam coming from my ears as I walked to the lane. I took one last look at Willow who was at the counter getting shoes with Thomas before picking up a ball.

Two strikes later, I was admitting that I sucked at bowling but didn't have time to pout about it because in swaggered a pissed off Dash. Right now he was a far cry from the easygoing, playboy who could charm the panties off any girl he chose.

He headed straight for Willow where she was two lanes away looking bored. Willow had yet to see him when he came up behind her. He snatched Thomas’ arm from her shoulder before gripping the back of her neck, picking up her purse and shoes and guiding her towards the door.

He gave a brief nod to Keiran and Keenan as he passed us with Willow who never said a word. She was either in shock or just happy to be ending her date. Just like that he was out the door with her. It ended as fast as it had begun.

I turned accusing eyes on the culprits who shrugged and feigned innocent looks. I wasn’t buying it. They called him here. I looked over two lanes at Thomas who was red-faced and confused. Poor guy. He seemed nice enough but he unknowingly entered a battle he had no hope of winning. Ever.

“Are you going to let me call her?”

“Why?” He picked up his ball for his turn.

“To make sure she’s okay?” Guys could be so dense.

“She’s okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know Dash.”

“And I know Willow.” I held out my hand, indicating that I wanted my phone. He held my gaze and reached into his pocket.

“You’re a handful, you know that?”

“So they keep telling me.” I turned away and immediately dialed Willow. I had to phone her twice before she answered.

“Aren’t you on a date?” I heard Dash’s smooth voice filter through the line.

“Why are you answering her phone? Put her on.”

“No.”  That was all I heard before the line went dead.  I looked over at Keiran who was trying his best not to look amused.

“Satisfied?” He asked with a smirk. I made a face and pocketed my phone.

“Whatever. Is it my turn? Where did Keenan and Sheldon go anyway?” I was more than annoyed and didn’t do anything to hide it.

He shrugged and picked up my ball then handed it to me. “You suck at this.”

“Thanks. I didn’t notice,” I quipped.

He ignored my sarcasm and wrapped his arms around me, duck walking us to the lane. “You got a good ball but you need to adjust your stance. Your legs are spread too wide.”

He kicked my left foot forward slightly and adjusted my stance.

“Now when you aim, aim for the right since you are right handed. You’re aiming for the middle, which is causing a split that is when you actually do hit the pins. It makes it hard to get the rest. I want you to release the ball in front of you. Don’t swing back so much because if you hurt yourself and hit those pretty, long legs and can’t wrap them around me, I’ll be mad as fuck at you. Bend at the knees not at your back. The only thing allowed to break your back out is me and I promise you will love it but this way, not so much. Pay attention to your aim. You’r3 not aiming at the pins, your aiming at the arrow you want the ball to follow. The pins just happen to be in the way.”

I’ll be honest here. I wasn’t sure if we were talking about bowling or sex. Maybe Sheldon was right and I am dick dizzy.

“Let’s see you try.” Oh, bowling. Right.

I tried to remember what he said once he released me and his scent wasn’t driving me nuts. I kept my stance like he told me and aimed for the arrows and released. The ball smoothly rolled forward and hit the pins.

All except one fell but I released a victory shout, which was probably more like a screech. I turned around and jumped on Keiran wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing him. When I finally came up for air I looked down at him.

“Good job. Let’s see if we can get a strike.”

“Or you can take me home now and do what you promised…”

* * *

Sheldon told her parents that she would be sleeping over with a friend so we headed straight to Keiran and Keenan’s house. I didn’t know how comfortable I was yet sleeping over at Keiran’s house but he didn’t give me much choice after I gave him the green light to take me home.

Thinking about how Keiran hunted down Sheldon and Keenan from their dark corner and practically threw our shoes at the poor cashier before hauling ass out of the alley brought a smile to my face.

We entered the house and I noticed once again that their uncle wasn’t home. I tried not to judge, thinking about how often Aunt Carissa was on the road because of her career. I didn’t know their story so it wasn’t my place to form an opinion.

Keiran seemed indifferent to his uncle’s absence but I noticed how Keenan would discreetly look around before disappointment shadowed his features. He never let it show for long though. As quickly as it would come, it was gone again.

I knew how it felt to wonder if your parents loved you or not. At least he knew where his was…or if they were even alive and didn’t abandon you… I shook off the thought and turned to Keiran who was watching me.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Why do you always want to know what I’m thinking?”

“Because you’re still hiding.”

Was that what I was doing? A part of me still believed that this was a cruel joke and he still hated me. Ten years of fear doesn’t just fade away does it?

“So are you.” It was the only thing I could think of to take the heat off me.

“Maybe. But not because I don’t trust you.” His tone was accusatory. “But because I think it will keep you safe.”

“From what?”

“Me.” His expression was pained. I definitely needed answers.

“Did I ask you to protect me?”

“It kind of comes with the package.” His lips curled in a sneer and I could tell he was pissed.

“Well I did pretty well when you were the threat. Maybe you still are…”

“You’ll find out if I’m still a threat as soon as you get your ass in my bed.”

“Is that all you care about?” I asked, feigning anger.

“At the moment.”

“You can be such an asshole.” I moved to sit on the couch and got comfortable. I wanted to remain in the living for as long as possible to keep us on equal grounds. As soon as he gets me into his bedroom I knew all bets were off.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Lake? I’m trying.”

“I never asked you to!” I screamed the words before I could catch them. When had we started to argue?

“And I’ll never give you a choice!” he roared back. He was standing on the other side of the room but I felt his anger as if he was standing right in front of me. “You keep fighting this. Fighting me. Why?” His voice was guttural and pained. I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted but I couldn’t. I was still holding on.

“Because I don’t believe in happy-ever-after, Keiran. You took that away from me a long time ago. How am I supposed to forgive you if I don’t even know why?” My voice broke at the last.

I lifted my head and saw him turn away from me to face the wall. His hands gripped the built-in bookcase as his back tightened with tension.

“Keiran, please –”

“I was going to the court to play basketball, just like every day. I didn’t intend to like the game. I just wanted to embrace the one thing I was good at besides what I was taught to do. I would even sneak out in the middle of the night to play so I wouldn’t have to sleep. John finally caught me one night, so he put up the hoop in the back. It didn’t stop me from leaving, though because I wasn’t willing to accept anything from him. I didn’t want to have to say thank you because what the hell would I have to be thankful for? Eventually the nightmares stopped and I could sleep again…until you came along.”

He gripped the mantle once before letting go to face me. His eyes were burning bright with silent fury.

“You looked so innocent that day. So sweet and nurtured like you never had a bad day or did a bad thing. You reminded me of everything I was and what I wasn’t. That night I had nightmares again for the first time in weeks. But this time was different. It was you in my nightmare now, not her or any of them. I told myself that none of it was real anymore and that I wouldn’t hurt you or anyone. I didn’t want to be a bad person.” He released a dry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “I knew then that she got to me.”

I desperately wanted to ask about this mystery “her”. Had she been a girl or a woman?

“I wasn’t prepared to see you again. I thought—I hoped, that maybe you were just passing through but then I saw you again on the playground. You were going to save Buddy when no one else would. Not even his sister would try.” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, averting his eyes.

“There is nothing more in this world that I hate than a hero…” his gaze caught mine once more as he said, “not even you.”.

“Is that why you pushed me?”

“When I tried to stop and you wouldn’t listen, I wanted to punish you. After I pushed you, I realized I could hurt you and that I would never be good and I hated you for it. I didn’t expect you to stay. I thought again that you would go away but you never did and I was stuck with the constant reminder of who I was every time I saw you. No one could make me feel that way but you so I tried to break you. I guess it backfired because as we grew older I began to want something different from you and suddenly making you cry wasn't nearly enough. I knew I couldn’t have you because you weren’t meant for someone like me and that pissed me off.”

My mind was raced with questions. I didn’t know whether to be mad at him or sad for him. No child should have those types of thoughts or think of themselves that way, especially at that age when your childhood is so crucial to your future as an adult.

“Say something,” he demanded.

“Who was she?”

‘What?” His eyes shifted away and his face paled.

“You said you had nightmares again but about me and not her. Who was she?”

He took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. “She was someone who didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

“Was?”

“She’s dead.”

“The girl in the picture,” I said. He nodded as I stood up and walked over to him but he took a step back, retreating from me until his back hit the bookcase. I took his face into my hands and kissed his lips softly before gazing into his eyes. I saw heat and emotion flash in his eyes and felt his body shift toward me.

That’s good baby. Stay with me.

I wanted to ask him about his nightmares but decided against it. I didn’t want to risk it. His moods shifted around like a ticking clock except no one would know what came next.

“When did you first see me?”

“At Pies, Shakes, and Things, two days before the playground. I was riding by on my bike and saw you on the other side of the sidewalk with your Aunt. It was your voice that caught my attention. You were singing along to Sweetest Thing by U2.  I sat there on my bike and listened to you try to hit every high note. It was the first time I could remember smiling ever. I didn’t see you for long because you went into the shop. I wanted to follow you in. I almost did.”

I remembered that day clearer than I’d remembered any day. I was feeling sad over being separated from my parents for the first time so my aunt took us out to get ice cream to cheer me up. I heard the song come over the radio when we arrived. It had been my favorite song so my aunt turned up the radio and I hopped out of the car to dance along to the song. I was so caught up in forgetting I was sad that I didn’t realize I was being watched.

“What was her name?” I asked. He swallowed hard and shook his head but I gripped his face tighter. “It’s okay, Keiran. Tell me. Please, I need to know.

“Why?” His voice was laced with emotion.

“Because she’s the real reason you hate me, isn’t she?” He stared into my eyes for so long that I thought he wouldn’t answer.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to tell me why, at least not now. Just tell me her na –”

“Lily,” he blurted out before I could finish.

“Lily,” I repeated, testing her name on my lips. Strangely I felt a connection to her. Maybe it was because she was the bind that tied Keiran and me together.

“I can’t talk about her, Lake.” Keiran pleaded with me through his eyes. I kissed his lips softly which seemed to relax him and tried an easier question

“Earlier you said that you made sure I wasn’t asked out by anyone. Why?” His eyes darkened with obsession and then his hands were on my hips, yanking me into him.

“I’m not a good guy so I didn’t mind being selfish. If I can’t have you, no one will.”

“You mean would?”

“No I mean will.”

“You can’t decide that for me.” He shrugged and shot me a look that said, “Wanna bet?”

“I already did. It wasn’t just guys anyway. I didn’t want anyone near you. Sometimes it felt like I was trying to protect you. Or rather who you are. Ironic, isn’t it? I wanted to protect the very thing I hated,” he said bitterly.

“I had Willow,” I argued.

“She wasn’t a threat. To be honest she is much like you are but weird.”

“Willow isn’t weird. She’s special.”

“That’s the same as saying she is weird.”

“It is not.”

“Okay,” he smirked.

“If you felt that strongly about me what would you have done when school was over? We all go our separate ways once we graduate. Some people never see each other again.”

“Do you really believe that?” He shook his head and continued on instead of waiting for my answer. “I don’t think you would have gone far.”

“Why?”

“I wouldn’t have let you. I know that now.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It isn’t meant to make sense, Lake. It just is.”

“You realize what you are saying isn’t normal?”

“It’s how I feel. Fuck normal.”

“Keiran, you –”

“Enough questions. Let’s go.” Without warning he grabbed my neck and began walking me backwards to the stairs.

“I’m not done!”

“I don’t care. I need to be inside of you now, he whispered” I relaxed against his hold and let him cart me off upstairs. We reached the landing and I could swear I heard moaning and a distinct thumping sound coming from Keenan’s bedroom across the hall.

Just as Keiran opened his bedroom door, Sheldon’s voice shrieked out, “Quit playing Marco Polo with my ass, Christopher Columbus. This isn’t an exploration so you aren’t putting your ding dong in this donut hole!”

I was laughing hysterically as Keiran forced me into his bedroom and shut the door.

* * *

When Keiran finally released me I backed toward the bed but stopped when he didn’t follow. He remained by the door wearing an uncomfortable expression. I stood there, motionless as I watched him watch me. He didn’t pounce on me as I expected. His demeanor was different from all the other times we’d had sex. The angry lust that was normally present in his eyes was missing. I moved toward him, thinking he was playing another one of his mind games and wanted me to make the first move. During the weeks he made me his personal sex slave Keiran would often fuck my mind harder than he fucked my body.

“Lake?” he asked, stopping me in my tracks.

“Yes, Keiran?”

“I want,” he swallowed deeply as a look of uncertainty passed through his eyes and I realized this was what Keiran looked like vulnerable. “I can’t explain what I want to do with you right now but will you just…let me?”

I didn’t answer immediately. In just a few words he managed to make me feel like a virgin all over again and not the girl who secretly craved his hard, rough, angry sex and mind games. This could very well be another mind game…in fact I knew it was but I didn't seem to care. I also didn’t realize I was nodding my head until he pushed off the door and stalked toward me. The look is his eyes although softer still made me feel very much like the prey he’d always made me feel.

When he finally reached me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Fuck,” he groaned unexpectedly wrapped his hand around my neck again, nipping my cheek and then throat. “Are you going to make me explain myself?” he asked gruffly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stoop up on the tips of my toes to reach his lips. “No. Whatever it is, I…I want it.” I shouldn't want it but I did and somehow I knew his behavior was because of what happened downstairs. Did I push him too far?

He undressed me slowly and then laid me down on his bed before undressing himself. All the while he kept his eyes on me as he stared at my body hungrily. When he was fully naked he stood above me, stroking his cock, preparing it for whatever punishment he needed to inflict on me. “I don’t know where to start first,” he said and bit his lip. His eyes lowered and I couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked.

“You can start by kissing me,” I whispered nervously. “I always love that.” With a smirk he leaned down to kiss my lips. It quickly turned into a kissing frenzy as we devoured each other’s mouths. When the need became too strong I started to pull on his body. I needed to feel his hard body molding to mine and his weight on me. It was something highly erotic about that to me.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he groaned. Being who he was I didn't know whether to take that as I compliment or not. His hand trailed my leg and around my thigh inching up where I needed him most. “But you taste so much sweeter here,” he whispered, slowly slipping two fingers inside of me. I whimpered against his mouth and lifted my hips into his plunging fingers. He crooked his fingers and increased the pressure while keeping his rhythm until I came around his thick fingers, soaking the bed beneath me. “Turn around,” he demanded before I could catch my breath.

I was taken aback by the strong tone of his voice and didn’t immediately obey. I searched his eyes that were now burning with intensity and the need to give in to his urges. There was none of the cold distance I was used to in his eyes so I turned around despite my nervousness and settled myself on my knees. I braced myself for the hard thrust of his cock but it never came. Instead I felt him plant soft kisses across the back of my thighs and his hands rubbing my bottom with soothing strokes.

Just as I was on the verge of begging, his tongue swept across my swollen lips and I let out a small cry as my pussy welcomed the pleasure his mouth created. By the time he was satisfied, I’d come twice and was left a writhing mess on his bed.

The bed dipped under his weigh while I was still catching my breath. He turned me until I was settled on my side and then spooned me from behind and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Keiran?” I turned my head around to face him wondering if he changed his mind.