Keegan (Wounded Hero Book 1)

by Marysol James

  “Just like this, baby.” He pressed her wrists harder on the wall, watched as her eyes flared with arousal at his dominance. “On your knees, restrained under my hand, trapped between me and a wall, all wet and hot. This is how I imagined it.”

  “Shall I carry on with your fantasy then?” she said in what was almost a purr. “Because I can tell you that I want my mouth on you again. All over you.”

  His cock pulsed and twitched at her words. She saw it – well of course she did, she’s at fuckin’ eye level – and her smile got wider, naughtier, more knowing. It was mind-blowing to see that filthy expression on her angel face, but it was undeniably arousing too. Keegan loved contrasts and contradictions, and seeing Trish willingly submitting to him even as she gave him some silent sass and attitude was almost too hot.

  “Should I do something about this?” she asked, pointing her chin at his hardness. “I mean… you seem to need some attention, handsome.”

  “I sure do.”

  “OK,” she said, her eyes dancing. “So I’ll just carry on then?”

  Keegan paused, remembering that he’d uttered those exact words in his kitchen the night they’d baked the honey cake together, when he’d just grabbed her and kissed her like he owned her. He’d offered to ‘carry on’ and she’d teased him about it.

  “Yeah,” he said, gripping her wrists tighter. “Carryin’ on would be best at this time, I think.”

  “As you wish,” she said, continuing to pretty much parrot his words back at him. “Carrying on.”

  “Less talkin’,” Keegan said roughly, echoing her words from that night now. “More carryin' on and that’s startin’ right now, baby.”

  Without another word, she took him in her mouth again, eager and willing and oh-so-obedient. She pulled him deep into her throat, drew back to run her tongue around his sensitive tip, then she sucked deep again. Over and over, until Keegan started to lift himself into her mouth, silently begging for her to not stop, to not slow down.

  “Fuck, Trish… fuck…” His head fell back and his whole body tightened up. “You’re goin' to make me come any second, baby…but please don’t stop just yet…”

  Trish loved every single second of it. She may have been the one on her knees with her hands restrained, but holy Lord, did she ever hold all the power here. This man – this huge, strong, commanding man – was powerless under her mouth. Begging and panting, he needed her.

  He felt her smile just before she took him as deep and hard as possible. He cursed, bucked, clenched, came damn close to losing control. He gave a guttural shout, his hand shooting down from her wrists to hold her head tight – maybe too tight – to keep her still even as his cock filled her mouth and throat.

  “Enough,” he rasped, his fingers curled around the shower bar in a death-grip as he fought to regain control; he suddenly understood the expression ‘holdin’ on by my fingertips’. “Just – just enough.”

  She murmured something that certainly sounded compliant, but the vibrations against his cock made him pulse again and he tensed even more. Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, she slid back over him and he growled deep in his chest and pulled away with a grunt. The little hell-cat teased and taunted him even as she pretended to obey, and he felt his self-control unraveling an inch at a time.

  She ain’t good at doin’ what’s she’s told, that’s for damn sure. But I must admit that I kinda like it, except when I’m seconds from comin’. Then it’s a problem.

  He took a deep breath and his vision cleared; that’s when he noticed that she’d actually kept her arms pressed against the wall even though he’d released her. Gently, he lowered them back down, hoping he hadn’t hurt her when he’d been fighting the devastating urge to come in her hot little mouth; he vaguely recalled holding her wrists in a death-grip and leaning pretty hard.

  She sat back on her heels now, so amazingly gorgeous and radiant as she knelt in front of him. Her lips were swollen and pink, her breasts glowing with rivulets of water. She was like a fucking goddess and it was wrong that she should be at his feet. He reached down to her, helped her to stand.

  “My God, sugar.” His voice was reverent. “That was perfect.”

  “As good as you imagined it?”

  “Better.” He kissed her, licked the outline of her lips. “So much fuckin’ better.”

  “Well, I aim to please.”

  “Mission accomplished,” he groaned. He lifted her wrists, examined them for redness or bruising. “Did I hurt you? The world went kinda black there for a few seconds and I was rougher than I meant to be.”

  “Oh, Keegan.” She was chiding, teasing, and she brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. “You’d never hurt me. Don’t you know that?”

  “I do know that. I just want to make sure that you do too.”

  “I do. I really do.” She smiled at him, then glanced down at his raging hard-on. “So… what do we do about that?”

  “If you don’t know, darlin’, then I guess I'll just have to show you.”

  “I like when you show me things,” she said. “The last thing you showed me involved being pinned to a wall while I was on my knees on a shower floor. That was a first, I can tell you.”

  His silver eyes smoldered at her, but he didn’t say a word. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the hook right next to the sliding glass door, then closed the door again and leaned against it. Tenderly, as if she was made of porcelain, as if she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched, he toweled her off, being especially gentle between her legs. Trish stood still, her body loose and almost boneless under his ministrations.

  He opened the glass door again and pointed at the chaise lounge next to the sink. “Over there.”

  She glanced at where he was pointing. “Uh – you want me to sit on the fancy sofa thing?”

  “Nuh-uh, darlin’.” He was toweling himself off rapidly, his eyes bright and glowing and nailed to her curvy body. “You go and kneel in front of the fancy sofa thing, like a good girl.”

  “Ohhh.” She gave him a little wink. “Got it.”

  She sashayed out of the shower and across the floor, swinging her hips like she didn’t have a care in the world. Keegan eyed her like a hunter watching his prey, though he did wonder who was the one with the power here: Trish might be all blonde innocence and agreement, but the girl had a mischievous devil inside, one that peeked out more than occasionally just to see what trouble she could cause.

  He hung the towel up again, then stared over at Trish. She was kneeling just as he’d ordered, facing away from him, her long blonde hair wet and cascading down her slim back. She looked like a patient mermaid gazing into the distance – though Keegan doubted that any creature, mythical or not, could possibly have an ass that amazing.

  Trish was passionate, sweet, funny, gorgeous, flesh-and-blood woman… his woman.

  Time to make her fully mine.

  Keegan hated to admit it, but in moments like this, moments when he wanted to just do and feel, he missed having two legs. Christ, what he’d give to be able to stride over to her, all masterful and dominant, pull her up to his greedy mouth by her hair and just kiss her. No awkwardness or stumbling or fumbling – just decisive passion.

  But reality was what it was and it kinda sucked, so Keegan gritted his teeth and let go of the wall. He hopped – Christ, the fuckin’ indignity of it! – over to the lounge, thankful that Trish was facing the other way and couldn’t see what had to be, in some ways, a comical sight. A naked man hopping on one leg, with his bits flapping in the breeze as he lurched around, was not exactly the sexiest thing on the planet, right? Maybe he should have just thrown her to the floor next to the shower, all caveman-style, but the condoms were in his shaving bag on the sink, so it was either hop the floor now or crawl the floor later.

  Just get your ass to the fancy damn sofa and get your sexy on again, man. Tonight ain’t about your fuckin’ ego, anyway, it’s about makin’ her first time in a long time somethin’ great.
Screw your insecurity bullshit and screw it hard.

  He reached the sink, leaned on the marble countertop and lowered himself to the deep lounge in one strong, smooth movement. Keegan may have had fleeting moments of doubt about his lower body, but he had exactly zero of them about his upper body. Weight-lifting and bench-pressing had made him huge, strong, muscled; so it was as easy as breathing to just sink into the cushions in a graceful, powerful move.

  And then there they were: Keegan sitting like a king on his throne, Trish kneeling naked between his thighs, looking up at him with those eyes all dusky purple with want and need. He watched as her tongue snaked out and she licked her pink lips, watched as her bold gaze dropped back to his cock. Right away, his whole body tightened and hardened, became somehow both darkly wild and more full of light.

  “So.” He settled more deeply into the comfortable furniture, gave her a slow and teasing grin. “Carry on doin’ what you were doin’ in the shower, darlin’.”

  Those eyes flashed pure lust and he bit back a groan. God, he was so turned on right now, it was almost painful. A small part of him wondered if having those lips wrapped around him again was a mistake, if he’d lose all control and come in twelve seconds flat. But then he remembered how amazing it had felt to be in her mouth, for her to be moving up and down his length – and he knew that he’d take the risk because who’d say no to a second glimpse heaven, even just a brief one?

  Just a few more seconds.

  Trish didn’t say one word, didn’t waste one more instant. She leaned forward, her hands on his thighs, and took him in her mouth. Bang on cue, Keegan flung his head back and groaned deep in his throat. Right away, he knew for certain that this was going to be one hell of a great ride – but it was going to be fleeting.

  Just last ten heartbeats, man. Come on now.

  That blonde head bobbed up and down on him, her lips full and generous, her tongue warm and almost sinewy as it wrapped around his cock, taking him to the edge over and over before retreating with teasing flicks. He didn’t know what part of this he loved the most: her supplication or her power.

  But why choose? He should enjoy both.

  While I fuckin’ can.

  Before he even knew that he’d done it, his large hands were on her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. He fought to not do much more than guide her on him, but increasingly he found himself pushing her down and then up, demanding more and harder and now.

  Trish didn’t seem to mind; quite the opposite, actually. She gave a small moan of her own, went limp and pliant in his grip. Encouraged, emboldened, Keegan waited until she’d moved down his cock, then he pressed her head forward, forcing her to hold all of him in her mouth. Keegan felt a small burst of triumph that he was firmly back in charge – until Trish extended her throat a bit and then swallowed.

  Keegan cursed as her throat muscles rippled on him, gripping and pulling then releasing, as strong as hands. She smiled around his cock and swallowed again, then again. Any control that he’d had was rapidly unraveling, and he knew it.

  Time to call uncle. A man can only take so much.

  With a guttural cry, he pulled her wicked little mouth away. She smiled up at him from the floor, a shining and brilliant smile, and seeing her on her knees like this was the most beautiful thing he could imagine. And he’d imagined a lot.

  “You’re killin’ me,” he panted. “I mean, I love it – but you are gonna be the death of me.”

  “Hmmmm,” she murmured. “Sorry about that, big guy. Maybe you need to take a break?”

  “Like hell I do.” His eyes flared again. “Up here now.”

  “Up – there?” She pointed at the lounge next to him, at the end with a beautiful curved piece that was somehow both a backrest and a graceful sofa arm.

  “Nuh- uh. “ Keegan tapped his thighs. “Up here.”

  “Ahhhhh.” She gave him that sassy little grin and slowly got to her feet, then lowered herself onto his lap, her thighs splayed, her knees deep in the cushions. “Up here. And here I thought you’d be dragging me off to the bedroom to have your wicked way with me.”

  “Nope.” He gripped her amazing ass. “You’re way too damn wicked for that… I’m just gonna have to take you right here.”

  “Oooh,” she managed, before his mouth was on her breasts, teasing her nipples in turn, his large hands on her back and pressing her tighter to his lips and tongue. Trish gasped and arched, gripping his hair in trembling fingers. “Well… I guess that’ll be OK.”

  “You guess?” he rasped. “You ain’t sure?”

  “Uh,” she said as his hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. “I’m becoming more sure.”

  “Let me see if I can help you with that, baby.”

  He moved his hands around her body, slipped them down the front of her stomach, then lower. Carefully, watching her eyes the whole time, he stroked between her lower lips with a thick finger, loving how wet she still was from her first orgasm. “You doin’ OK?”

  “Oh,” she said as her hips began to move up and down without any thought on her part; involuntarily her head fell back and her breath caught. “Oh. Yes.”

  Keegan smiled as he watched her start to lose control already. Watching her face, he slid one finger inside her honeyed channel, then a second one. Her head fell forward again and her eyes opened wide with heated need; he wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck and tugged her sweet mouth down to his. He kissed her, hard, then slipped his tongue between her lips. He thrust it in and out, slowly, and thrust his finger in the same rhythm. Slow, steady, strong. And Trish began to lose her goddamn mind.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered as he reached deeper inside her straining body, kissed her deeper. “Oh, God… please…”

  “Hmmmm,” he hummed. “Please what, baby?”

  “Please… more.”

  “More of this?” He teased her lips with his tongue, stroking and tasting her sweetness. “Or more of this?” He brought his fingers to his mouth, licked her nectar from them before kissing her again.

  “Ah,” she gasped as she tasted herself on his tongue. “More of both.”

  “Greedy girl.”

  He took pity on her now, and he moved his hand back to her pussy, circling her clit this time. Trish’s hands wandered to his broad shoulders, her nails digging into them hard enough to cut him but Keegan didn’t give a good goddamn: he had a beautiful woman writhing on his lap, riding his fingers, her breasts being offered up like delicious fruit… what the hell did he care about a few marks?

  Urgently, he pulled her back down to meet his kisses. Her hips moved faster as he started to plunge inside her once more, pressing down on her hot little button at the same time. Trish shut her eyes as her climax started to approach, but he growled in protest, tightened his grip on the back of neck.

  “Open,” he said, his voice rough and deep. “Open your eyes right the fuck now.”

  Startled at his vehemence, she did, and that was when she found herself lost in his hard silver gaze. God, his eyes were so dark right now… so stormy and dangerous. She decided that this was how she liked them best: she loved the way that they zeroed in on her face, the way that they saw nothing but her slowly-building pleasure, the way that they burned right on into her soul. She had nowhere to run from them, no place to hide from their intensity.

  And she didn’t even want to run or hide.

  She wanted him to see her. To really see her, here in this moment of her total vulnerability and honesty and desire.

  Trish couldn’t give him the whole truth about her right this second… but she could give him this truth.

  So she did. She gave it with open hands and an open heart.

  She held his gaze even as the pleasure built, crested, broke. Cry after cry fell from her lips, and her whole body shook and contorted in his embrace, and she rode his fingers as if her life depended on it – but she never took her eyes from his. And when she’d finished, when her orgasm had stolen her breath and
left her shuddering and sobbing, she still held his stare. She still gave him herself in all of her need, and he saw it.

  “Beautiful, baby,” he growled. “So beautiful. You just don’t know.”

  That was when she finally shut her eyes, overwhelmed and near tears for some reason. He sensed it, though, and right away, he turned gentle. He shifted her on his lap, pulled her legs to one side so she was curled up in a ball against his chest. He held her, rocking her back and forth, his lips in her tumbled, tangled hair.

  “OK?” he rasped. “Tell me.”

  She nodded, still shaking with small aftershocks.

  “Nuh-uh,” he said. “A nod ain’t gonna do it. Use your words, sugar.”

  “I’m OK. I promise.”

  He lifted her chin, kissed her tears. “So what are these?”

  “I – I don’t know.”

  “I hurt you? I scared you? I – I don’t know… I took you back to what happened? Even a little bit?”

  “No,” she assured him. “Not even a tiny little bit.”

  “All right. I’ll trust you.”

  She shut her eyes again at the ’t’ word, the one thing that she hadn’t earned and didn’t yet deserve. But soon… very soon.

  Keegan held Trish as close as possible, ran his hands up and down her legs, just soothing and stroking her curves. He felt her relax against his chest now and when she smiled up at him, he knew that she was OK again.

  “Wow,” she said and he caught the teasing tone in her voice. “So… I’m tired. I mean really really exhausted.”