by Harloe Rae
“Did you already eat?”
I shake my head. “I’m famished.”
“And sexy. It’s a good look for you,” she blurts. Her eyes flare with that admission.
“Glad this isn’t one-sided.” I allow one corner of my mouth to hitch. She’ll get a whole smile if this goes well.
Her eyes blaze, an inferno set to scorch the very concrete I stand on. Sparks crackle between us and launch into the midnight sky. I see the struggle in Keegan’s taut expression, mirrored in my own. Surrender or fight. One of us has to make the choice.
Her exhale is a harsh stutter. “You’re bad news.”
“Am I?”
“The worst kind.”
The truth gnaws at my gut. Damn, we’d been heading in the right direction. “Well, shit. I don’t have a chance then?”
Keegan walks her fingers up my torso. “Don’t pout, Ford. That’s not what I meant. I just so happen to be in a rare mood for getting filthy.”
I take my own liberties, cinching an arm around her waist. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
Her eyelids get heavy, hooding those twinkling emerald gems. “I was working so hard to stay away from you.”
“What happened to your resolve?”
“You showed up and stomped all over it.” She ghosts her mouth over mine, our laboring breaths swirling together with each exhale. Keegan pulls away before I can eliminate that sliver of space. Little tease.
“So, what happens now?”
She holds up a finger. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”
I want to suck that pesky digit into my mouth. A low rumble rises off my chest instead. “Lucky for you, I’m the furthest thing from.”
“A little fun, between two consenting adults?”
“I’m game.” This plan couldn’t be better if I concocted the entire thing in my head.
She holds up another finger. “And Millie can’t know about this. Ever.” Her stare is unflinching, searing straight into my fucked-up soul. She’s likely to leave a brand if this lasts another moment.
I grunt. “I’m not in the habit of sharing my sexual conquests with anyone. Much less a kid.”
“Is that all I am? A challenge?”
“What answer will get you naked faster?”
“Either one. I’m already all in.”
“Thank fuck for that. No regrets in the morning?”
I barely get the words out before she replies. “Zilch.”
“Do I need to stop for condoms?” There’s no doubt the unopened pack in my nightstand has long since expired.
“Are you clean?”
“Fucking squeaky.”
Her eyes bounce between mine, searching for something she likely won’t find. A quick shake of her head follows. “I have a birth control implant. No whoopsies for me.”
“Thank Christ for that.”
“Glad that’s taken care of. So, your place or mine?”
“Where’s Millie?”
“Not home until tomorrow.”
In that case, it’s a no-brainer. “Tell me where you live.”
Keegan sticks out a palm, signaling for my phone. I pass the device over and she enters an address into the map app. “Meet me there in twenty minutes.”
I glance at the directions. She’s not far from Main Street. “It’ll only take me ten.”
Her answering grin is dangerous, getting me harder than an iron pipe. “Even better.”
Healing Hug #9: When the boom of thunder crashes too loud.
This is the longest five miles in history. Assuming Keegan’s house is near the center of town was a massive miscalculation. The dark road seems endless, with no light in sight. I twist the throttle, forcing my bike into a faster gear. With a ground-quaking roar that’s sure to wake the neighbors, I speed through the pitch black in search of nirvana.
With each passing block, my need intensifies. I’m strung so damn tight that my vision is spinning into a tunnel set on one specific point. I should be concerned about the impact Keegan holds over me. What is it about this woman that’s driving me to alter my ways? I never put this much effort into getting laid, or the opposite sex in general. But there’s something about her that burrows under all the bullshit I’ve been using as a shield.
My pulse is erratic, reckless like the influx of toxic thoughts on constant assault. If I don’t hurry the fuck up, Keegan is going to wise up and change her mind. Why wouldn’t she? I’m a poor choice on the best day—an asshole with nothing to offer besides a decent fuck. Her rejection would be detrimental to what little respect for others I have left.
Just as my thoughts get more grim, a vibration from the app alerts me that the destination is near. Thank fuck for small miracles. The moment couldn’t have come sooner. Those gloom and doom clouds were far too close. As I barrel down the shadowed lane toward my target, the questions are replaced with a dense fog. The moments to wallow are far behind me.
I whip into the narrow driveway and cut the engine. A blast of heat rushes over my already scalding skin at the sight of Keegan’s car in the open garage. That’s a clear invitation to enter if I’ve ever seen one. My boots are a blur as I aim for the door.
Once I cross the threshold, she’s on me, leaping into my arms and cinching her legs snug around me. Her mouth slams onto mine with a purr. The velvet of her tongue clashes with mine, a frantic desperation we fight to soothe. I snarl against her, the low thrum passing between us in a consuming crash. Keegan nips at me, the sting shooting straight to the strain in my jeans. I return the favor, devouring the breathy gasp she gives. The tornado of our arousal makes me dizzy, and I almost lose my footing.
“Take me to bed,” she murmurs into our barely severed connection.
“Which way?”
Keegan points up a set of winding stairs. I take off, bounding up the steps without finesse. She bounces in my hold, gripping tighter until I wheeze. A giggle trickles out of her. The lyrical tune caresses the hardest part of me, which needs no further encouragement. My dick is more than ready to meet the treasure she’s grinding against me. Keegan nibbles my earlobe, drawing the flesh between her teeth. This chick is a biter, and that knowledge stirs a frenzy in my blood. As if hearing my pleasure, she sinks her nails into my shoulders until the skin threatens to break. The pinch of pain she gives spurs me on faster.
I cover the remaining distance to her room in three extended strides. Keegan shifts against me, peeling herself away in the slowest downward slide. Fuck, my body is burning up. I won’t last two pumps at this rate. She stares at me with an expectancy I can read. Taking control, having her bend to my will, sends another burst of raw lust through me.
“You need to be naked.” My voice grinds out of me.
She quirks a brow, lifting her arms. “By all means.”
I don’t hesitate, reaching for the sequined-covered hem. Her dress is stretchy, but tight as fuck. The fabric clings to her as a second skin, and I fumble in my attempts to remove this cockblocker.
Keegan stills my clumsy hands. “There’s a zipper.” With a slow spin, she exposes the key to my access.
“Thank fuck.” I nearly rip the seams with my haste. The material gapes and pools at her feet. Only a tiny satin barrier hides her from me, the black thong a stark contrast against tan skin. A low growl escapes me as I trace a line up her naked back. “No bra?”
Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and she shivers. “Not necessary.”
I slide my palms forward and cup her bare tits, the weight spilling out of my grip. Keegan collapses against me with a moan. She arches her spine, jutting those perky mounds further into my hold. I pluck at her nipples and she shudders. “Get your sexy ass up on the bed. Now,” I rasp against the curve of her neck.
Keegan gives another tremble, following my command on wobbling legs. My fingers itch to knead the lush shape of her ass. She scrambles onto the mattress and settles in the center, one arm resting behind her head. She gestures at my fully-clothed form, taut and re
ady to pounce. “Your turn.”
I’m ripping the shirt over my head before the second word escapes. My boots and jeans are next, wrenched off without concern for shredding leather or denim. I stalk forward until my knees hit the silky comforter. Keegan squirms, her toes curling into the blanket. I point at her panties. “Ditch the scrap.”
She tilts her chin. “You first.”
“I believe ladies always have that privilege.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes, but doesn’t argue. I catch the sorry—albeit hot as fuck—excuse for underwear when she tosses them at me. A spark flashes in her emerald gaze when I tuck the dainty lace into my waistband. I toy with one of the strings. “A little memento.”
“Does that mean I get to keep yours?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
“Great. Give me my present.”
I palm my aching cock. “Unwrap your gift?”
“Whatever gets you to lose the shorts.”
I drop my briefs with one fluid move. My length bobs free, the tip smacking against my lower abs. Excitement for what’s to come already glistens from the slit. I bite my lip, focusing solely on the restless woman in front of me. The sight of her naked, for me, is enough to reach the highest peak without a single touch. But where’s the fun in that?
Her rapt focus is set solely on me. That unwavering attention makes me bold, wanting to shove more limits out of our way. With a thumb, I spread the moisture around the most sensitive part of me. A groan rolls off my tongue when Keegan’s breath hitches.
“It’s been awhile for me.” She slams her knees together, gaze zeroed in on my erection.
I give myself a lazy stroke. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
She lifts her chin, fixing me with a fuck-hot glare. “I’m not, but when did you become Mr. Suave Confidence?”
“Wouldn’t go that far. But about this?” Another slow upward glide. “Always.”
A rosy flush spreads across the valley of her breasts. “Do you know how to use that impressive piece of equipment?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
She unlocks her thighs, exposing my newfound fantasy. “By all means. Show me what you’ve got.”
The bed dips when I kneel onto the edge. “I can’t claim to tolerate, let alone enjoy, many shared activities with others. But this, with you, will be revolutionary.”
That seductive tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. “Another compliment? I’m beginning to get spoiled, Ford.”
“Just wait for the orgasms.”
A strangled noise bobbles in her throat. “Plural?”
“Afraid you can’t handle me?”
With that taunt, Keegan tips her head back and laughs. “Big boy with a huge ego. Show me what you’ve got.”
A snarl rips out of me, and I crawl over her. “With pleasure.”
My dick kisses her entrance, seeking a welcome only she can offer. Keegan is a priceless beauty—the rarest find. A woman who needs to be taken with tenderness and care. She deserves only the softest hands from the most thorough lovers. That has never been my style. For her, I can play along. I want to worship every inch, lavish her silky skin with the affection she deserves. But the hold on my control is unraveling.
As if her insistent need matches mine, Keegan bucks her hips against me. “No foreplay necessary. I’m more than prepared. Just get inside me.” Her punchy statements are paired with panting exhales. “We can explore more during round two.”
She’s already planning a second. I’ll never argue. The night is just beginning, and we have hours until the sun will interrupt.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” The confession spills out beyond my limits. But there’s no going back.
I wade into the green pool of her eyes, succumbing to the trance she has over me. With a single stroke, I slide inside of her snug warmth. The error in my ways hits me seconds too late, a sledgehammer to my fraying restraint. I’m not prepared for the onslaught of spine-tingling euphoria that pours over me.
Keegan’s eyes roll back, lashes fluttering. She parts her lips with a silent scream. That soundless cry is louder than any call, urging me onward to hear the muted tune again. Her hands clutch onto my shoulders as I set a steady pace. She loops her legs around me, crossing her ankles against my lower back. The change in angle allows me to sink deeper as I glide in and out.
“Holy shit, that’s so good,” Keegan gasps against my jaw.
I groan in agreement as another shower of heat rains down on me. “So damn good.”
We collide to a smooth rhythm accompanied by our panting exhales. I slant my mouth over hers, our ragged breathing flowing between us. She swipes her tongue along mine. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth. When she nips at me, static fills my brain. My mind goes blank, thoughts spinning wildly, as I allow the consuming pleasure to rule over all else.
Our bodies rock together to become one. I thrust in and she rolls her pelvis to meet mine, joining us to the hilt with each slap of connecting skin. Our movements are frantic, both of us chasing the promise of release with equal vigor. A flash of white flickers in front of me when her nails rake down the damp expanse of my back. That zap of pain only heightens the crackling sensations coursing through me. I grope her breast, lacking any concern for being gentle. She clenches around me at my rough treatment, inflicting more torture of her own. I lick a path along her jaw while flicking her stiff nipple with my thumb.
“You’re gonna wreck me,” Keegan wails into the base of my throat.
I grin against her cheek. “Now who’s the one tossing out compliments?”
“Shut up and keep going.”
“I don’t plan on stopping until you pass out.” And that’s the truth. This woman can milk me dry and I’ll still be up for more.
The headboard smacks into the wall, rattling the bottles on her nightstand. On my next thrust, several items roll and tumble off the edge of the table. The unmistakable crash of glass shattering follows.
“Shit,” I mutter, not stopping.
Keegan hooks her ankles tighter against my ass. “Hazards of rough sex.”
“I broke your shit.”
“You’re gonna bust a lot more than that before we’re through.” Spots dance in my vision when she swivels her hips.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
She grabs a fistful of my hair, giving the strands a solid yank. “Finish the job, bad boy.”
A shudder twitches my muscles, but I don’t pause the smooth stride. I push harder and find a faster gear, delivering a shot of pure ecstasy. Keegan whimpers when I hit a certain spot, and she latches onto me tighter. A ripple of molten lava surges through me, curling at the base of my spine. The tingles intensify and spread. A dizzying rush shortly follows. “You close?” I grit.
Her head thrashes against the pillow. “Uh-huh, yes. So close. Keep going.”
Keegan tilts her hips, and I drive in with brutal force. I’m pumping forward with abandon, lost to the motions that will take us higher. An eruption of quakes begins in her limbs, squeezing me until I see stars. I lose all composure, my movements becoming irregular and disjointed. Her core clamps around me, and I lose the battle. My climax hits with a roar.
A ripple of fire blazes across my back. Blistering heat has never been pleasant until this moment. Just as the flames threaten to incinerate me, all that I am fades to black. Inky nothingness steals my sight, sending me into a state of numb bliss.
I surface from the abyss with a moan. “Fuck, I might be broken.”
Keegan slaps my ass and I jolt, still buried inside of her. “I’ll give you ten minutes to recover.”
A rare chuckle scrapes out of me. “I only need five.”
Healing Hug #11: Pairs well with a good, long cry.
I wake with a gasp, my eyelids refusing to open more than a crack. Every muscle screams at me to stay still and I’m groggy enough to listen. With a slow blink, the fuzzy edges of sleep attempt to drag me back under. That promise of serene
unawareness is more than tempting. But there’s a prodding somewhere deep down that demands attention.
While gathering my bearings, the events from last night flood into me faster than my sluggish brain can comprehend. I take a deep breath and focus on the essentials. I’m in my bed, very much naked, with a man snoring beside me. My eyes pop wide open as that last fact solidifies.
Crawford is still here. He slept over. We had sex. So. Much. Sex.
My rolodex of blush-worthy fantasies is a scoop of plain vanilla in comparison. Never in my craziest, most erotic dreams did I imagine getting that…freaky. A fiery blush attacks my face just recalling how creative we got. Sweat and musk cling to every fiber in this room. If these walls could talk, I would have to move. He brings out this…kinky side of me. I’ve never been a biter, but taking a chunk out of him was a huge turn on. Same with licking, pinching, spanking…the sordid list seems endless in the light of dawn, and gets my body thrumming all over again.
There’s a dull ache between my thighs, proving I didn’t conjure up all those filthy positions. I’m deliciously sore in all the best places. Each twinge and cramp are a badge of honor. Patches of tender skin speckle the expanse of my chest, torso, and lower belly. The polka dot pattern is almost a brand, evidence left behind from my lover’s stubble as he had his very thorough way with me. Crawford didn’t miss an opportunity to explore his conquest. That word stings, even after I’ve had time to let it simmer and sink in. All I am is a quick roll in the sack. But that’s all I expected from him. I can’t be upset.
Crawford and I had agreed on one night only. We sure as hell made the evening count. His insatiable need matched mine with the type of natural flow that envy breeds on. The memories currently playing on repeat will keep me company once he leaves. There’s enough material to keep me satisfied for the drought that’s sure to follow. I wasn’t joking about him wrecking me. That confession wasn’t a flippant fib carelessly spewed while in the throes of passion.
I’ve always been a tame, albeit open-minded, sexual partner. The man snoozing next to me has altered that in a permanent manner. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman in existence, and that knowledge is crazy powerful to my self-esteem. I’m usually far more resistant to showing off all my dents and jiggle. Since Millie was born, I prefer under the covers with the lights off sex. Stripping naked in front of a practical stranger is a no-go. But Crawford didn’t give me a chance to be self-conscious. The way his eyes hooded while roaming over my body was a serious boost to my bruised ego. After that, I bloomed under his undivided attention and released all of my reservations. I took advantage of what he offered without a single ounce of guilt.