Keane had every reason to feel cocky if this was any indication of his skills. His tongue knew every spot to pull a reaction from me, surprising gasps and moans from me as he worked me over. The sound of my moisture on his lips and tongue should have embarrassed me, but it only made me wetter. Hotter. The slurping sound he made against my clit finally broke my resolve as my orgasm tore through me. “Keane. Oh, Keane.” But he didn’t stop, just sucked my sensitive clit until I pounded his shoulders with my fists. “Please Keane. Please .”
He laughed, and the vibrations against my pussy sent me up and over again, flooding my pussy .
“Okay, stop. Please Keane, stop .”
Finally his tongue slowed and then stopped. “I love hearing you beg.” He stood over me and shucked his jeans and shirt .
I sighed and reached for him. His cock was big and angry looking. Long and so engorged I couldn’t wrap one hand fully around it. I felt my pussy pulse just thinking about it sliding into me. I held him, squeezed and pumped until he hissed and a little bead of liquid formed at the slit. I swiped my tongue across it and he growled and gripped the nape of my neck. He actually fucking growled. “Salty but not bad .”
“Fiona,” he growled and pushed me back against the cushions. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you Fi?” Gripping his cock in one hand, he teased rubbed my opening over and over until his fat head glistened with my cream .
“I could be. With the right enticement .”
I felt the tip breach my opening and I had to tell myself not to hold my breath and tense up. Everyone said it would hurt like hell even with his impressive tongue action. “I have the right enticement for you,” he shot me a sexy grin and slid in. Halfway. “You want it ?”
Fuck yeah I wanted it. “Yes Keane.” I’ve wanted this moment since I was fourteen and knew what sex was thanks to my forays on the internet. Then he thrust in fully, and I absolutely could not stop a shriek from escaping me .
Keane froze, a dark scowl marring his gorgeous features. “Fiona? Goddammit Fi !”
I wrapped my legs around him to keep him right where he was. Now that the pain ebbed, I felt my pussy clench around him. “You’ve already done it Keane. Now make it good .”
With a defiant and possibly angry glare, he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Over and over he repeated the move until I went out of my mind with lust and pleasure and longing. His silence spoke volumes of his anger but I couldn’t let myself focus on that when he drove my body insane. “Look at me Fiona. Look at the way you coat my cock. Watch me sink into that tight pussy .”
The sight was pure eroticism and I couldn’t look away. He pounded hard and fast into me, harder and faster until I could only hold on surrender to the sensation of being ridden hard. It felt delicious and it hurt, and I was completely lost as another orgasm ripped through me. His name on my lips. “Holy shit,” I panted while my pussy continued to throb and pulse as he pumped me relentlessly, squeezing my breasts hard enough to bruise .
“Ah, Fiona!” Then I felt him pulse and throb, flooding my pussy with his own juices all while his hips slowly kept thrusting. “Fuck .”
Yeah I knew how he felt, but even with my eyes closed, I felt the moment pleasure fled and reality set in. His body tightened and he left my body. I braced myself for what was to come. In a way, I supposed I deserved it, though I hardly thought so. “Just say it already .”
“You should have told me .”
“Why? It’s my business and I don’t need anyone deciding whether or not it’s a good idea. I decide for me .”
“You should have told me.” His voice sounded cold. Indifferent .
“Yeah well now you know.” I picked up my dress and sought refuge in what was quickly becoming my quiet room. The bathroom .
Though the afterglow of my first time quickly wore off, my body still hummed with desire and a small smile crossed my lips as I stepped into the hot spray of the shower .
It was better than anything I had ever imagined it would feel like .
Keane
I f there wasn’t already a spot reserved in hell for me, there sure as shit was now. I’d fucked Fiona. Seamus’ daughter. Seen her naked, tasted every inch of her over and over. After the first time I couldn’t get enough of her and whenever I reached for her, she eagerly responded .
Despite my anger after our first time, and her refusal to speak to me after, I’d pounded that tight, sweet pussy two more times that first night and three more the next. We fucked until we were both slick with sweat and Fiona clung to me like I was all that kept her from floating away. But my words still burned deep and after every orgasm she turned over and fell asleep without a word .
None of that explained why I had a one way express ticket to hell though. No that had to do with the fact that I was even more full of shit than Fiona. She had inexperience on her side, so there’d been no way for her to know that she wouldn’t be able to give me her body for the first time and keep her emotions out of it. I knew it though, and I knew I’d condemned myself to hell the moment I pushed through that barrier. But I’d done it anyway because my need for her was too great. Too strong .
But eventually this would all crash spectacularly around us. Here in the bubble of the cabin we could fuck with wild abandon and enjoy all the things that went along with exploring a new lover. But soon, probably very soon, reality would intrude and we would have to face it. And Seamus. Whether we wanted to or not .
“Could you please think a little quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep.” Head still buried deep under the blanket, I could hear the frustration in her voice. She tugged the blanket down so all I could see were big blue eyes. “What is it, morning after regrets? Just do what the girls on campus do, pretend it never happened .”
I frowned but she’d already ducked back under. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? “Is that what you think this is ?”
“What else could it be?” The matter of fact way she spoke got to me. It pissed me off if I was being honest and I didn’t know why .
“Eventually we’ll have to head back to Boston, Fi .”
“I am well aware of where we both live. Are you worried I’ll change my mind and start stalking you? Well don’t. I want you Keane, I have pretty much since I knew how to want a man. But I have no expectations where you’re concerned .”
Though I couldn’t see her face, I could hear a tremor of fear and uncertainty under her words. I should have been offended, instead I felt angry. “What the fuck does that mean ?”
With a heavy sigh she flipped the blanket down and laid me bare with the rawness of her stare. “It means I thought I was in love with you for years. I’d never felt for any of the guys I dated half of what I felt for you. And that’s still true, which is why I wanted to do this with you, but at least those other guys respected me. So while this is nice and a kind of wish fulfillment, I know what it is and what it isn’t .”
Dumbstruck I could hardly figure out what to respond to first. “Where the hell did you get that idea ?”
Apparently that was one question too many because Fiona slid from the sofa and tossed the blanket at me. “I’m done talking about this .”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The woman was as irritating as she was sexy and insatiable. “Don’t walk away from me Fiona !”
“Don’t tell me what to do Keane. You’re not my father .”
“Thank fuck for that,” I grumbled and made my way to the room with the too small bed we’d been using as a closet. I stopped in the doorway at the sight she made, bent over so that heart-shaped ass called to me. “Don’t ever walk away from me Fi.” Grabbing her arm I spun her around, ducking to miss the open palm on a straight path to my cheek. “I don’t think so .”
The way she gasped when I grabbed both wrists behind her back sent blood surging through my cock and I bit back a groan. I couldn’t resist the sight of plump pale tits with those hard rosy peaks and I pulled one into my mouth, grazing the sensitive
flesh with my teeth. “Oh,” she gasped in wonder and I did it again. And again on the other .
“I know what you want Fi. What you need and you can’t run from me .”
She froze and stared up at me, defiance mingling with desire and lust darkened eyes. “I don’t need to run from you Keane because we both know you’ll let me go easily when the time comes .”
Damn her. I don’t know if she realized how sharp her words were, how they stung. So I didn’t respond, at least not with words. She was at my mercy in this position and I used it to my advantage, sliding two fingers between her wet thighs and rubbing her own juices over her clit. Over and over I did it while she tried to resist. But I already knew her body well, and I kept it up until I felt her hips move to get closer. She needed more. “I see I’m gonna have to teach you some manners .”
Defiance again. “All I need you to teach me Keane is how to have sex and walk away .”
I shoved two fingers deep at her words, hearing what she said and what she didn’t say. She wanted to learn what pleased her and how to please a man. Another man, but fuck if I could tolerate that. Bastard that I was I stroked my fingers into her hard and fast, determined to ruin her for all other men. No one would please her like I did. Pushing her against the wall, I put a hand up to stop her head from banging too hard against it. Hands gripped the firm muscles of her tight ass, I growled as the scent of her arousal reached my nose. “Lesson one,” I grunted and lifted her up, “put me where you want me .”
Eyes glazed and shining with the emotion she couldn’t hide, she reached for my cock, pumping it a few times before gliding it through her dripping cunt. Surprise flashed in her eyes as I filled her up from this position, a low keening cry sounded as gravity buried me to the hilt. “That feels incredible .”
“Lesson two Fiona.” My body pressed her against the wall giving me the perfect leverage to pound into her .
“What is it ?”
I grinned. “Hold on tight .”
* * *
“Y ou still pissed at me?” Fiona had been hunched over her laptop for hours, silently tapping the keyboard and muttering the occasional curse word which sounded hot as fuck coming from her mouth .
Calling on a sigh of patience, she looked up at me and those blue eyes slayed me. She might try to be tough like the women Seamus surrounded himself with, but those sapphire orbs gave it all away. “I’m probably always gonna be pissed at you Keane just like I’ll probably always care about you. Nothing to be done about it.” As if that were all, her focus returned to her monitor .
“Shit Fi, I can’t…I, shit.” I didn’t know what I even wanted to say never mind how the fuck to say it .
“Don’t worry Keane, I wasn’t looking for you to say or do anything in return .”
Something about her words, or maybe her tone left an uncomfortable burning sensation in my chest. I rubbed the spot but the feeling didn’t go away .
“I have to make a call.” Time to check in with Seamus who was a day late checking in with me. “Been more than two days,” I said by way of a greeting when he picked up the phone .
“Shit Keane, I’m fine .”
We’d known each other too long for me not to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t fine. “What’s going on ?”
“I’ll be out of touch for awhile .”
That meant some shit had gone down. “Talk.” I stood on the deck staring at the lake, one hand white knuckling the railing in front of me as Seamus told all .
“I thought I could sneak back into the city and see what I could find on those pussies who set me up. Losing that shipment that wound up on my truck had to hurt them .”
“Unless they had help from someone inside our crew or the Feds,” I finished for him .
“Right. So I needed to get a look at their books and I almost had it too, but some young recruit came barging in trying to play hero. I did what I had to do .”
“Fuck. What’d you do ?”
“Took his wallet and cash so it looked like a robbery, but he had a friend waiting outside who saw me .”
So the Red ‘Rocks would retaliate. “Did you warn the boys ?”
“I did but it was too late. Call Tommy. I have to go, I’ll check in when I can. Kiss Fi for me .”
Shit and double shit. Stalking through the house I went for the box of burner phones and opened another .
“Everything alright ?”
“I’ll let you know,” I told her and went back to stare at the lake as I got more bad news. “Tommy, tell me everything .”
Tommy spoke in his thick Boston accent, so fast even I had a hard time understanding him sometimes. “We had five guys on the warehouse near the theater district on Boylston when ten ‘Rocks ambushed us. They were looking for the shipments like you said, and when they didn’t find them they started shootin’. Two guys got shot but not critical, the Doc already stitched them up .”
“Thanks man. Stay alert. Talk soon.” I disconnected the call and turned to find Fiona staring at me with a frown on her face .
“Tell me .”
“We need to get back to the city.” I told her every detail because she deserved to know what we were up against, and I braced myself for her reaction. Not that Fiona was emotional, but Seamus had done a good job of keeping the worst of the business away from her .
She nodded when I finished, absorbing every word until it had all sank in. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and let out a long breath before opening them. “Do we need to pack up everything or do you have a gangster cleaning service for out of the way safe houses on retainer ?”
A smile twitched the corners of my mouth at her question. “The fewer people who know about this place, the better .”
With a quick nod, she turned and started moving like a whirlwind, scooping up clothes and blankets, folding them and packing them in bags and plastic totes and others straight into big black trash bags. Two hours later we were in the car and on the road. “Where are we going ?”
“To one of the safe houses in the city .”
Fiona let out a few thoughtful sighs but otherwise she said nothing. I can’t lie and say I wasn’t grateful that she wasn’t spinning fairytales in her head about us, but I also felt disappointed she wasn’t .
Was I so fucked in the head that I wanted her to want me, and want exactly what I couldn’t give her? Luckily, I didn’t have to examine the answer as we slammed into city traffic .
Back to reality .
Fiona
T wo days we’ve been back in the city and damn Keane, he’d been gone for one and a half of them. Not that I was dying without him or anything, but he’d left me no way to get out of this gilded prison so I was stuck. Never one to sit still, I busied myself with school work, submitting a few assignments through an anonymous IP so it couldn’t be traced. I also did yoga so I wouldn’t tear the luxury apartment to shreds. I cooked. I cleaned. I even watched a few late-night talk shows before digging into reading ahead in my school work .
When it became obvious he had no plans to return, I figured my best option to end this would be to dig into Cerulean Shipping. I sat cross-legged on the floor poring over all the shipping manifests and the tracking program I’d created. I was pretty sure I could prove my father’s innocence, or at the least that he hadn’t been the one to organize the shipment of the drugs across the border. At least in terms of the drugs the Feds found on one of our trucks. There were plenty of other crimes which no law enforcement agency knew about, but those were none of my business. I needed to know what else the Feds wanted my dad for so maybe I could help. In some way .
With nothing else to do, I let my mind wander to Keane and that delicious body. Who would have thought he had so much hard, sculpted muscle under his leather jacket and jeans? In my dreams he’d been ripped and passionate, and just a little bit rough, but in real life he exceeded all expectations. And now it was all over. Thinking about Keane nonstop had my body temperature rising and my thighs clenched tight agains
t the pulse of arousal thoughts of him always produced .
But now I knew how it felt to have him moving between my legs, how he felt thrusting deep inside me. And heaven help me, I could still hear the guttural sound of him yelling my name through his climax. It had been everything I imagined and then some .
Too bad it couldn’t happen again. Not only had I painted myself into a corner by declaring we would stop fucking as soon as we left the cabin, but my brain knew something my heart refused to acknowledge. There was no future for me and Keane. I loved him and he saw me as a child. A nuisance .
Some time late in the evening on the second day, Keane returned. Finally. I stood and stretched, preparing to give him a big piece of my mind for abandoning me in this glass cage for two days straight. Then I saw him. His face was bloody but I felt confident it wasn’t his, but his shirt was torn and bloody and his knuckles were shredded .
Shit. Keane had spent the night in his dark place. Doing whatever needed to be done to protect the organization from all the unforeseen sources looking to bring it down .
“Are you hurt?” I went to him, ghosting my hands over his face and head, his biceps, forearms and finally his bloody hands .
“No.”
Silently I took the jacket from his hands and hung it up before helping him out of his shoes. Without a word, he let me guide him to the room he’d claimed as his own—even though he had yet to sleep here—and undress him. The shock of his acquiescence had thrown me off, but putting his bloody clothes in plastic bag made me freeze momentarily. This scene was so domestic, so loving I wanted to scream. This was the last thing I needed to be doing to myself, but Keane needed me and I couldn’t do nothing. Not tonight .
“Step in,” I told him as I slid open the glass shower door and turned the shower on hot. He did but he just stood there as the water hit him in the face and steam began to fill the room. With a groan I stripped down and stepped in because what the hell else was I supposed to do? After the hell his day had probably been, he’d come here. To me. So I did what any woman in my position—in love with a man who couldn’t love me back—I took care of him. Washing Keane was more sensual than any of the times we made love at the cabin. My hands slick with water and shower gel as they roamed over his wide chest and shoulders, down to his abs and strong thighs, cleaning all traces of what he’d done from his body .
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