Sweet Keeper (Sweet Talkers Book 1)

by Thalia Sanchez

  Bree rolls the condom on my dick and crawls to my lap. I like it when she’s on top, controlling how much she wants of me, but she’s greedy. I groan when she descends, taking all of me in one swift motion.

  Holding her face, I kiss her deeply to drown our moans. The feeling is overwhelming. I can barely breathe, consumed by the sensation of how tight…

  Nope, I’m not going to think about it.

  “Can I move, or are you going to shame yourself?” Bree asks, pushing my buttons.

  I roll my eyes, cursing the moment where those words left my lips.

  “Shut up.”

  “Shut me up,” she dares. There’s a cunning spark glowing in her eyes that impulses me to draw back and then slip in wholly, being balls-deep inside of her. Bree yelps from the invasion. “Oh, fuck.”

  “You’re still talking,” I remind her, shaking my head.

  “Keep moving like that, and you’ll have me mute for the first time.”

  Raising a brow, I take a good look at her, realizing that she likes it when I go in a little rougher. I please my girl, giving her precisely what she wants. I move my hips burying me deep inside of her in long and hard thrusts, and Bree rides me, meeting my hips, making it more satisfying. I hug her waist, pulling her closer, her breasts swaying in front of my face. I suck on her nipples as she continues our steady and fast pace.

  “Stanley,” she moans, and I feel her muscles tensing around me, so I take a hand to her clit, rubbing it, pushing her over the edge.

  The second orgasm seems more potent than the last one by the way that her walls milk my cock, dragging me with her to an exploding climax. My sight gets blurry for a minute in which the waves of pleasure leave me numb.

  When we get back from our cloud, I kiss her, and Bree smiles, drunk with pleasure.

  “I think I may have to go to the gym with Ash because I can’t feel my legs,” she comments, making me laugh.

  “Aw, did I leave you immobile?”

  She scoffs.

  “You wish. I’m sure that I still have another round in my body. Can you say the same thing, Mr. Cocky?”

  I arch a brow.

  “Babe, I assure you that if you keep moving like that on top of me, you’re going to have to handle another round,” I warn.

  Bree laughs.

  “Come on, stud. Show me what you’ve got.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The irritating chirp of an alarm sounding in the distance is so far away that I can barely process it in the back of my drowsy brain. I move in the bed, searching for the suffocating source of heat that’s on my usual side of the mattress. However, I know that it comes from Stanley. Sleeping with him is both weird and rewarding. Snuggling closer to him, I ignore the constant sound at the other side of the room.

  I’m exhausted. My muscles are sore as if I did an exaggerated quantity of exercise and there are parts of me that I didn’t remember they were capable of hurting. I had forgotten that sex could be so tiring. Maybe because we had a marathon of sex, and not just a quick fuck before going to sleep. No, last night we decided to release the tension that we had been carrying for weeks. It was satisfying, pleasant and it filled me with emotions that I didn’t know I could have.

  The connection that I have with Stanley is better and stronger than I expected it to be. Not only physically or sexually, but also emotionally. That’s what I treasure the most about yesterday.

  Stanley wraps a hand around my shoulders, moving me gently.

  “Bree.”

  I pronounce an unclear sound that my brain can’t process.

  “Bree, I swear to God that if you have an alarm on a Sunday morning for no reason, I’m not staying over ever again,” Stanley mutters.

  Why would I have an alarm on a Sunday?

  I sit up abruptly when the memory of why I set the alarm hits me like a whip. At the speed of light, I get up from the bed, wrapping one of the sheets around my naked body, and I search for my phone inside the handbag that I used yesterday. Fortunately, it still has battery.

  The bad news? Apparently, the alarm has been chirping for the past thirty minutes without us noticing it.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  I turn off the alarm, and the screen goes black with an incoming call from my dad. I answer instantly.

  “Where the hell are you?”

  I shrink slightly at his demanding tone as I close my eyes, thinking of an excuse. Surely my dad would love to hear that I spend half of the night having sex. I can’t tell him the real reason why I didn’t wake up on time.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize without knowing what else to say.

  “Thank God that your mom convinced me to go to the airport so you guys wouldn’t have to pay for an Uber on the way back.” My dad continues talking, his scolding tone keeps making me shrink. “Luanna would be stranded on the airport if it wasn’t for that.”

  “Honey, I think that you’re being a little exaggerated,” Mom’s sweet voice intervenes.

  Well, this is amazing.

  They’re all together.

  “I’m sorry. It just completely slipped from my mind,” I mumble in a regretful tone, contracting my face.

  “We’ll talk in a few. We’re about to enter your building.”

  Terror.

  That’s what sets in my chest when my father hangs up and the only thing that I can see is the naked guy on my bed. I leave the phone on my desk, rushing to dress up. I find my pajama pants and a shirt that has the logo of the university in the front. Reaching for a pair of clean panties, I get dressed as fast as I possibly can.

  “You need to wake up,” I announce, looking at Stanley. “And get dressed. Now.”

  Stanley observes me with a frown, his face has a mark from my pillow, and his hair is messy. It’s that disheveled because I had my fingers running through the strands the couple of times where he had his hands between my thighs.

  “What?”

  “Long story short, I was supposed to do something, and I didn’t wake up, so my parents had to and now they’re about to get here.”

  With the mention of my parents, Stan stands up and starts to search for his clothes. They’re all spread over the floor. It’s a pain in the ass because we’re short on time and last night we were a little too eager to take them off. I never thought that this would happen because I was too caught up in the moment to remember that I had to pick up Luanna at the airport.

  When Stanley has his pants on, I grab his hand, dragging him out of my room. I don’t have time for him to abandon the building. It would be a big risk considering that my parents should be here in a couple of minutes, which could go unnoticed if my dad hadn’t met him already. I do the first thing that comes to my mind and open Cora’s door, pushing him inside.

  “What the hell?” Cora mumbles, waking up due to the abrupt entrance.

  They’re both confused.

  “Please, save my ass and let him stay in here for a couple of minutes,” I plead.

  “I need a better explanation than that,” Cora says.

  I roll my eyes.

  “I don’t have time for this. My parents are about to get here, and they won’t like that I forgot to do something because I was too busy being in bed with a boy.” I look at Stanley. “No offense.”

  He shakes his head.

  “Non taken, I want to live.”

  Stan knows that my father would kill him if he founds him in my bed. The only reason why he didn’t when I spent the night at his place was because I got robbed. But now the situation is totally different, and although I know that having safe sex is not a bad thing, it’s not under my father’s approval that his nineteen-year-old daughter is sexually active.

  Cora scoffs.

  “I need a detailed version of whatever is going on after they leave.”

  “Deal,” I accept, leaving Stan inside Cora’s room where I know that my parents won’t snoop in.

  Closing the door,
I cross the hallway to go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth fast, almost hurting my gums. The doorbell sounds when I’m abandoning the room, and the real nerves begin. Now there’s no turning back. I have to keep my posture, or my parents will realize that there’s something wrong.

  I wish that James was here.

  My brother has a talent to distract our parents. That helped him a lot when he wanted to get away from the problems that he got himself into. If you want someone’s help to keep a secret, James is your guy.

  Drying the drops of water that pool around my chin with my shirt, I jog to the door, sighing to release the clumped anxiety in my system. I turn the knob, and my parent’s faces are the first ones to appear. Mom has a bright smile while my dad is dead serious; from far away you can appreciate that he’s not happy with this. Behind them, Luanna’s auburn hair stands out.

  Two huge suitcases are at her sides and she looks better than ever. Her hair is longer, reaching her lower back. Contrary to me, Luanna got all of the Wayne’s genes, being a living carrot in every sense of the word. She’s white as paper, her face covered with a galaxy of freckles. She’s taller than me by three or four inches. Lu is wearing a yellow skirt that reaches her mid-thigh and a delicate white blouse.

  “Lu!” I exclaim and she slightly pushes my parents to make her way through, asphyxiating me in a hug.

  I don’t care about the fact that she’s almost trying to squeeze my lungs out. I haven’t seen her in more than a year. Luanna is my favorite cousin, my first mischief companion, and the only thing that I like about uncle Parker.

  “You know? I’m not going to take it personal that you stood me up,” she comments, breaking the hug.

  I wrinkle my face, shame crawling its way to my face.

  “Sorry about that.”

  She shrugs, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her blue eyes sparkle with malice and I have a feeling that she suspects the reason why I couldn’t wake up on time.

  “Yeah, Bree, why did you forget?” Dad asks, arching a brow.

  I gulp, forcing a smile.

  “I went out with the girls. We stayed out late and it completely slipped my mind,” I answer telling the truth. Partially hiding relevant details.

  I did go out and it did slip my mind. I’m just neglectfully omitting that it was with Stanley, and that I lost track of time because we were occupied with having our hands all over each other.

  “Please, Austin. Bree’s young and she deserves to go out every once in a while,” Mom defends me, and shoots me a look. “As long as you’re careful about drinking. We don’t want more posts about you with bottles of vodka.”

  I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. For a moment I thought that she was going to say that I needed to be careful about sex. Clearly, my mind hasn’t forgotten that I got laid after being in a dry spell for months. My paranoia is mixing with inopportune thoughts. I need to get them out of here before I end up making a fool of myself.

  “Thanks, mom.”

  She smiles at me, winking.

  “Do you need help unpacking?” Mom asks Luanna.

  My cousin shakes her head in a negative gesture.

  “Nah, I don’t think I should unpack anyway. I’m only staying here for a week.”

  I frown.

  “Why?” I question, a pout forming in my lips.

  “That’s the deal with my father. I’ll tell you the deets later,” she says in a sharp and vague way. Luanna turns to face my parents. “Thank you so much for bringing me here, but I think that Bree can handle it now.”

  God bless her.

  “Are you sure?” mom interrogates.

  Luanna and I nod at the same time. I have to admit that we still have that connection where we know exactly what to do to save each other’s ass. Luanna is being my savior right now.

  “Absolutely,” she assures her, smiling radiantly. “Seriously, I’m tired from the flight. I want to take a nap.”

  Mom squints at us in the same way that she used to do when we were little. The truth is that we’re not far from that situation. Luanna is just acting by instinct, and I’m hiding a big piece of information. An information with a heartbeat that’s hiding in my roommate’s room.

  I don’t think this morning is the right way for my mom to meet Stanley. She would get the wrong impression.

  “Okay, call me if you need anything,” mom concedes.

  I scoff.

  “Even if it doesn’t seem like it, I do know how to survive on my own,” I quip.

  Mom flicks her tongue because she knows that I only cook out of need. However, she can’t say that I’ve starved to death either.

  “Right, right.”

  Dad helps Luanna carry the suitcases inside, leaving them in a corner of the living room, and they walk to the doorframe. Dad stops, turning around to stare at me, reading my body language.

  “Bree,” he calls me, patting the door. “Next time that your friend stays over, tell him to come out and say hi.”

  I feel my spirit abandoning my body. Color fades from my face as my body paralyzes.

  “W-What?” I stutter.

  “Your friend. What was his name? Stan?”

  Fuck me.

  “Dad—”

  “I don’t want to know the details or your excuses. I recognized the car from his building,” he interrupts me, raising his hands.

  “It’s probably a coincidence,” I mutter.

  Finally, he laughs.

  “But it’s not,” Dad retorts, kissing my head. “Be careful, okay?”

  I arch a brow as I cross my arms above my chest.

  “Talking from experience?” I inquire.

  “Of course I talk from experience. Do you think that I wanted to have your brother at that age?” he rebukes, making me laugh.

  Mom pops her head over his shoulder.

  “Oh, and let your friend know that he’s invited for Thanksgiving if he’s not spending it with his family,” she tells me warmly.

  This has gotten from awkward to unexpected in less than a minute. That was a plot twist. I didn’t expect this reaction from them and I’m more than mortified, but also relieved that they’re both receptive to the idea of Stanley being a permanent thing in my life.

  “Got it,” I whisper.

  “And please, try to stay out of trouble,” mom begs us.

  “Will do,” Luanna reassures. “I’m a complete new person, aunty.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” she quips, and gives us each a kiss, pushing my dad through the door, closing it behind her.

  When they’re gone, I allow myself to breathe, relief rushing through my system, easing my nerves.

  “Now, where’s that boyfriend of yours that I haven’t met yet?” Luanna asks.

  I snort. “I don’t think that he’s my boyfriend yet.”

  “I’m not?”

  I jump when I hear Stanley’s voice behind me. Immediately, I turn around, spotting him on the side of the hall. He has an arched eyebrow and a spark on his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.

  “You know? Suddenly I have to pee. I’m going to find a bathroom,” Lu intervenes before she has to be part of an awkward conversation that doesn’t involve her.

  She passes by his side and gives me a thumbs up when he can’t see her, approving him. Of course she does. Stanley could make a modeling career if he wanted to.

  “That’s Luanna?” he asks when she disappears down the hall. Stepping closer to me, his gaze turns intense. I nod, answering his question silently. “You two look nothing alike.”

  “Yeah, she has the genes from my mother’s side of the family. They’re mostly gingers. I got more from my dad, I think,” I let him now.

  “I can see that,” he comments and licks his lips. “Now, about what you said.”

  Heat settles in my face, concentrating in my cheeks. Goddammit, I need to learn how to control this because it’s always revealing when I feel embarrassed by something that I said or did.

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��Stan, it was just something that popped into my mind. I mean, it’s true, it’s not like we’ve had that talk,” I reply overwhelmed with the verbal diarrhea.

  Stanley leads his fingers to my chin, forcing me to look at him. It’s the first time that I feel like I can’t read what his green orbs want to tell me. I know that there’s not a hint of anger or frustration. Only curiosity shadows his eyes.

  “I like you,” he says gently. “Not just for a quick fuck, or to be friends with benefits. I like you a lot.”

  I sigh.

  “I like you too. As if it wasn’t obvious.”

  “Then?” he presses, and I swallow the knot in my throat.

  “Then what?”

  “Why not make it an official thing?” Stan proposes as if it wasn’t a big deal, like it’s not something that people take the time to decipher. Sometimes couples take months to even figure out what they want.

  We’ve only been in one date, and it ended up with us having a ton of sex. How do we know that we’re not in some kind of post orgasmic spell? I’m insecure about this. When people rush into relationships, it often ends up bad. I don’t want to get my heart broken by him, and I sure as hell don’t want to hurt him either. Why is it so complicated to figure out my feelings? They’re a tangled mess that I never seem to fix.

  “Don’t you think it’s too soon?” I wonder in a hoarse tone. Nervousness turns my voice squeaky and raspy.

  Stanley shrugs.

  “Time is relative, Bree. I think that relationships should be measured in the connection that they have, not by the quantity of months or years that they’ve been together. In a couple of weeks, we’ve proven that we function better than a lot of the couples that I’ve seen at campus.”

  I run out of arguments because he’s right. In reality, we’ve only known each other for a few months, but the chemistry between us is more tangible and real than anything else that I’ve experienced before. We’re getting to know each other, I adore the person that he is, we’re completely transparent with the other… There are many reasons supporting what he’s saying. The only thing that tries to fight it is my insecurity. I enjoy our healthy arguments and our playful banter. Stanley values me in the same way that I value him.