Fearless (Broken Love Book 5)

by B. B. Reid

  It was more than a warning. It was a promise to deliver. Her smirk dropped, and she began to vibrate with anticipation.

  Wordlessly, I got out of the car and headed for the entrance, leaving her to follow behind with slow steps. With my back to her, I smiled, relishing the fact that there was never a dull moment with her. I secretly enjoyed her incessant need to challenge me to prove she was no longer afraid.

  Tormenting her years ago wasn’t always about hating her. A predator enjoyed the chase, and she made a damn good prey.

  “Hey, Keiran!” the owner greeted me. I noticed Lake’s surprise at his familiarity with me and smiled at the owner, shaking his hand. I never told her I came here often because I knew she’d worry about the reasons why.

  I had known one day I would see Mitch again and this time, I had more than one reason to care if he ever came back at all. I needed to be ready, and I had believed a soft heart like hers wouldn’t understand. I’d believed she would want me to take the high road.

  I was wrong as fuck.

  Lake had wanted Mitch dead.

  Maybe even more than I did.

  I watched her while she curiously looked over the guns in the case and felt my dick harden knowing she was willing to kill—willing to give up her innocent soul—for me.

  She deserved than all of me. I just needed to figure out what came next so I could give that to her. First, I had to make sure she was around to accept me.

  “I see you like this one, little lady. A revolver is certainly a more suitable gun for you.”

  He grinned at me but then cleared his throat when he saw my warning look. Bart was old and set in his ways and didn’t think much of women with guns, but he was also wise enough to know I wouldn’t tolerate his biased views when it came to Lake.

  “Sorry, I just like the classic look of it,” she corrected a little too sweetly. I knew she picked up on his meaning but hid her irritation with sarcasm. I was usually on the receiving end of it, particularly during the week when she becomes a hormonal bitch. “What I really want to see is this one.”

  My chest swelled with pride when she pointed at the bigger, more powerful weapon beside it. She looked at me for approval when the owner turned to grab his key, and I nodded. It was impressive and had a helluva kick, but I’d teach her how to handle it.

  “Have you ever held a gun?” Bart questioned as he rested the gun on the glass.

  “Yes.” His furry brows lifted, but he quickly recovered after a quick glance at me.

  “Ever shot one?”

  “No.”

  He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and grabbed a box of rounds.

  “I just need to run down the safety protocol before you start.”

  “Ok.”

  “The first are simple. Don’t shoot anyone here and don’t shoot yourself. Keep the peacemaking end pointed down range at all times.” He rambled off the rest of the rules while I paid the fee and purchased the targets and ammo. When he finished, I grabbed the box of rounds and gun case, then led her to the lanes.

  “It’s loud in there,” she shouted.

  I shouldered off my pack and dug out the ear and eye protection. I handed her a brand new set I had picked up for her while she was in class. She gushed over the bright blue buds and clear goggles as if I’d just handed her a diamond ring. I smiled and rolled my eyes while she put them on and then opened the door for her to enter.

  When we reached our bay, I sat down our stuff and grabbed the paper targets, staple gun, and cardboard. The hanger for the target was already pulled in so I set up the target and sent it out to the furthest mark.

  She looked at me as if I was crazy, and I resisted the urge to laugh.

  Instead, I bent low until my lips rested on her ear. “Watch me.”

  And because I couldn’t leave it there, I trailed my lips down the side of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath me. She looked up with a painful expression, begging with her eyes to be fucked. Ignoring her plea, I pushed her safely behind me and shoved the magazine clip into the gun.

  I set up to take the first shot and once I had my aim perfectly nested, I didn’t hesitate. I emptied the clip into the target and swept the brass off the counter once I was done. Lake came to stand next to me and pulled the target in with narrowed eyes. I braced my hip against the counter and crossed my arms as I watched her study the target.

  “You’re a good shot.”

  “Thank you. Your turn.” She suddenly looked nervous as I set up the next target and sent it out. This time, I stopped it at the first mark. I loaded the clip, handed her the gun, and waited. I needed to see where her instincts led her.

  She maintained a steady grip despite her nervous flush, but her awkward positioning displayed zero control over the weapon. She flipped the switch of the safety, aimed and fired. I searched the target and was relieved that she, at least, hit the target.

  I reached out and flipped the safety so she could lower her arm. “First thing you need to know is that you don’t fire until you’re sure of your shot.”

  “You didn’t hesitate,” she quipped.

  “I was sure of where I was aiming.”

  She blew her bangs away and turned to face me. “What makes you think that wasn’t where I was aiming?”

  “If you shoot, you should shoot to kill.”

  “I hit it, didn’t I?”

  “You hit the paper, but you didn’t kill your target.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “The silhouette,” I pointed out. She studied the target again. Her lips formed a perfect O when she understood. “Try again, but this time, fix your footing.” I paused, remembering her comment in the car. “And you were right. It is like bowling.”

  She immediately fixed her footing and looked to me for approval. I made some minor adjustments and then showed her how to grip the gun properly.

  “Now, I want you to aim using the rear and front sights.” I pointed them out using my fingers. “Use the rear sight to aim your front sight where you want the bullet to go—in this case, the silhouette. The rest isn’t there.”

  “Okay.” She switched to fire, brought the gun up, and aimed, using what I had taught her.

  “Good. Now breathe in, and when you’re ready, squeeze the trigger slowly and shoot on the exhale. Aim for the center.”

  She breathed in and began to squeeze the trigger slowly until the metallic click engaged and the round left the chamber. She immediately put the gun on safety and peered at the target. She found her mark hit dead center and released a happy squeal. She once again looked to me for approval. I offered her a nod and sent the target all the way out.

  “That’s good, baby. Real good. Now hit it again.”

  * * *

  We stayed until the range closed. Lake insisted on bringing her final target home because she finally managed to get a headshot. I took us to a romantic restaurant despite us being severely underdressed. I wouldn’t let the dirty stares we got as we were shown to our table stop me from wining and dining her tonight.

  “This is nice.” She smiled. “What’s the occasion?”

  “To my future bodyguard.” The waiter came and took our drink orders.

  “Not that I don’t appreciate this, but I think our clothes are getting us dirty looks.”

  “So what should we do about that, bodyguard?”

  She seemed to consider it for a moment before she turned to the couple at the nearest table diagonal from ours and cheerfully waved at them with her middle finger. They looked on in horror and finally turned back to their meal.

  “How’s that for inappropriate?”

  “God, you’re a monster,” I accused in a high pitch.

  She giggled and peeked at me from under her eyelashes. “Can I be your monster?”

  “That depends on you and if you can handle the job. I’m not easily scared.”

  “I had something else in mind as your monstrous bodyguard.”

  “Yeah? What?”

  “What
if we got married?” Her eyes changed from confident and playful to terrified and unsure.

  What the fuck just happened?

  “Did you just propose to me?”

  “No.”

  Well fuck. Why did her denial of a proposal irritate me?

  “I’m a traditional romantic, and I just think it would be nice to know if it’s on the table.”

  The only thing my mind could consider being on the table right now was her naked body as I fucked her.

  “It’s definitely on the table.”

  “Good.” Satisfied, she picked up her menu. I closed a hand around it before she could open it.

  “But I’d be careful the next time you feel the need to test the waters. I just might accept it.”

  “Noted.”

  The waiter returned with our drinks and took our orders. After a peaceful meal, we returned home where I made love to my ‘almost’ fiancée.

  The next morning, I was up before her and thought of the perfect way to bring her back to the world of the living. She was already on her back, so I slid down and spread her legs gently. She moaned and I tensed, waiting for her to wake. When she didn’t, I gripped her thighs softly and dove in. I was salivating by the time my tongue first touched her pussy. The pounding I gave her last night was evident, so I took my time and worshiped her right. I knew the moment she came awake.

  “Keep your hands above your head.”

  “Why do you always do this to me?” she gasped. I flicked my tongue across her clit before answering.

  “Do what? Want to know how each taste is better than the last? Bring you pleasure?” I didn’t wait for her answer. I tortured her with my mouth until she came, and when her body jerked for the last time, I moved over her and kissed her hard as fuck. When I pulled back, she chased my lips like the greedy bitch she was.

  “Turn over.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s what I want.” The heat in her eyes ignited to pure fire. She turned over, giving me the aerial view of her slender back. My gaze traveled the length until I reached what I was after. I bent low and took the plump flesh between my teeth just because I could and smiled when she yelped. “Turn your head and close your eyes.”

  When she turned her head toward the window, I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube I’d gotten after I had her ass the first time. I lifted her hips until her back was arched to my liking. She was curious but knew speaking wasn’t allowed when I got like this.

  I made quick work of the lube and leaned over her again, bringing my hips to rest against her ass with a grip on my cock. Watching her face, I entered her slowly.

  She gasped.

  I pushed deeper.

  She writhed.

  I held my breath.

  We were both slaves to the feeling of my cock filling her.

  Her pain-filled whimper when my cock was fully seated spurred my hips to move, wanting to hear the sound again.

  “Keiran, it’s deep,” she moaned.

  “I know, baby.” I didn’t pull back to offer her relief. I pushed harder simply because I needed to take her to the edge of sanity and have her beg for more so I’d know without a doubt she was mine. “Tell me you love me.”

  She bit into the pillow when I fucked into her harder. The sound of my hips impacting her ass rang about our bedroom. “Fucking tell me.”

  “I love you. So much, baby. Please,” she shrieked.

  I forced her flat with my weight, gripped her neck, and kissed her mouth hard as hell.

  I dominated this girl, yet she owned me. Completely.

  And I wasn’t even sorry for it.

  I shoved my hand underneath her and stroked her clit with my fingers as I took her ass until she shook beneath me and collapsed.

  “Forever, Lake.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  LAKE

  The rest of the week passed peacefully. Keiran and I managed to jump into our routine again. The only invisible hiccup was Keiran’s controlling need to know where I was at all times. In the last few days, he appeared twice, waiting for me outside my classes with a look that dared me to argue. By Friday, I had reached my breaking point when I wanted to go running, and he insisted on coming with me.

  It would have been okay if he wasn’t in the middle of a business call with Jesse, which he cut short to follow me around for four miles. More than once, I made up my mind to make him stop, but then I remembered how exhausting fighting with him could be, so I decided to ride it out and see how long it’d last.

  Saturday morning came and I was feeling restless, so I hunted down Keiran in the basement doing sit-ups.

  “Hey,” I greeted. He paused long enough to take me in with his hot gaze before pumping out his last set. “How about we play one-on-one?”

  Over the years, he taught me about the game. I still couldn’t beat him, but I was able to score on him and make him work for the win.

  He flipped onto his hands and began pushing his body up and down. I tried to become fixated on his flexing muscles or his strong back.

  “You bored?” he grunted as he continued pushing.

  “Kind of. I’m all studied out.”

  “I was thinking”—push—”we could—”push—”visit Laurie and the girls today.”

  “Oh. Yeah, sure. I’m sorry I forgot.” Watching him, it was amazing I was still able to form a complete thought.

  “I noticed.” He finally stopped the erotic torture show and stood up to regard me with knowing eyes. “See something you want?”

  “What are you talking about, Masters? I already own you.” I flashed him a cocky grin.

  “Yeah?” The change in his voice was my only warning. He pushed me, none too gently, against the wall, causing the shelves to rattle and brought his body flush with mine. “Then show me, baby.”

  I didn’t hesitate and did something he’d never expect. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pulled his head down until I could reach his lips. He leaned forward to take my lips so I tightened my grip around his neck.

  “You kiss me when I say. Not before.”

  “Lake.” It was a warning not to push this game too far. His molten gaze might have been filled with anger, but the hardness pressed against my stomach told me he was more than interested.

  “Shhh. Don’t speak. Just feel.” I finally gave in because my submissive subconscious demanded it. He tasted like fresh morning, mint, and cool blue Gatorade. I pulled away only when I felt myself losing control and lifted his shirt I’d worn to bed. I shivered from the cool air of the basement and tied a knot to keep it at my waist. He eyed my naked pussy and hips, and I could have sworn he stopped breathing completely. The only sign of life came from his fists clenching at his side. I knew he was struggling with restraint and hid my smile. I never knew it would be this fun to control him.

  To reward his good behavior, I reached inside his shorts and watched his eyes darken as I gripped his cock, stroking and teasing.

  “I know what you want.”

  “I doubt that,” he countered smoothly despite the pounding beat of his heart vibrating within his impressive chest. I took his flat nipple in my mouth, biting hard and enjoying his wince from the pain.

  “You mean you don’t want to fuck me?”

  “I want to do more than that. I want to consume you completely until you need me just to be.” He leaned down until his lips rested against my ear. “Enjoy your power while it lasts, little mouse, because I will consume you.” He straightened and challenged me with his gaze to continue our game.

  “Lift my leg,” I ordered calmly without giving my true feelings away. I prayed he hadn’t noticed my shaking body when he wrapped my leg around his waist. I tugged his cock from his shorts and used him to tease my clit.

  Up and down, I used the length of his cock to pleasure me.

  Pre-cum escaped the head of his cock, mixing with my own arousal. Before long, his hips began to move, adding to my pleasure.


  “Fuck,” I groaned when the friction became too much. The leg that touched the floor began to shake uncontrollably signaling my undoing. His grip on me tightened and then I was lifted. He hooked my legs in the crook of his arms and took over our mutual torture using his hips.

  “God. I need…”

  “Just give the command,” he reminded.

  “Fu—fuck me, please.”

  He didn’t hesitate to obey, slamming inside of me without mercy—determined to take what we both needed. The force once again rattled the shelves next to us. A knick-knack that didn’t belong to us toppled to the floor.

  It wasn’t enough to stop the frenzy of his powerful hips as he forced me to take everything he promised to give. My cries echoed around us as I desperately clung to him.

  I needed more.

  I was still in control, wasn’t I?

  “If you’re going to fuck me then fuck me,” I challenged. “Don’t hold back.”

  His body jerked, and he stopped moving inside me. He looked at me for only a split second and then he moved.

  His hand around my nape surprised me, but I definitely wasn’t prepared to be tossed on the floor like garbage. I landed on my hands, and the impact vibrated through my hands and up my arms.

  I didn’t have time to recover before he was on me.

  My hips were lifted in the air.

  He forced his way inside me once again.

  The impact was enough to steal my breath away, and I loved every second of it.

  “Am I holding back now?” he mocked. My answer was a pitiful, high-pitched sound. His dark chuckle shook my core. “Be careful what you ask for.”

  And like always with Keiran, I had no idea what I was getting myself into whenever I provoked him purposely. I craved his slow careful, loving. But I couldn’t deny that sometimes I needed it like this—like he still hated me.

  I looked over my shoulder to see his darkened eyes and his teeth clenched in a silent growl, so I leaned forward on my elbows, creating a deeper arch and threw my ass back, matching his force.

  “I know exactly what I want, Masters. Do you?”

  He forced my cheek against the floor with a strong hand at my nape and pumped hard with his hips three times. “It will always be you,” he answered raggedly. I felt him release inside me immediately after, and I came with a silent cry.