by Ash, Nikki
Sierra nods. “I like your honesty. Kolton and I talked this afternoon when he came by Orange Sunrise, asking to take me out, and he assured me if it doesn’t work out, we will play nice. I made it clear to him that my nephew and sister come first.”
“Where are you guys going?” I ask.
“Not sure.” She stands. “He said he’ll pick me up at six, so I better go get ready.”
Keegan laughs. “It’s only one.”
“Yeah…” Sierra gives him a confused look.
“It takes you five hours to get ready?” he asks.
“Perfection”—Sierra waves her hand down the side of her body—“takes time. Have fun making out!” she calls over her shoulder as she skips down the hall.
Her door isn’t even closed all the way before Keegan has me in his lap and his mouth on mine. Does it make me a bad mom that I hope Zane takes an extra-long nap today?
Keegan
“Is this really necessary?” Blakely asks with a pout splayed across her gorgeous lips.
“Yep,” I say, stifling my laughter. I know she’s not really upset, but she’s still adorably sexy when she pouts, and it’s taking everything in me not to pull my truck over, drag her into my lap, and kiss the hell out of her.
She crosses her arms over her chest and falls back into the seat with a huff. “Can I at least get a hint?”
“Nope.” I silently laugh.
“I know you’re laughing,” she says, and I can imagine her giving me the side-eye from under the tie I borrowed from Kolton to use as a makeshift blindfold.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Zane said you love surprises,” I point out.
She snorts. “Yeah, ones that include macaroni glued to a piece of paper.”
“I’m not sure if I can top glued macaroni, but I think you will like this surprise.”
I entwine our fingers and bring our hands up to my lips, kissing the top of her hand. Does she really need a blindfold? No. But I thought it would be fun anyway. I’ve learned quickly that having a child means limited adult time, so when Sierra offered to watch Zane for the night, having the weekend off, I wanted to go all out for Blakely. She deserves to be spoiled. Plus, who knows when we’ll get this alone time again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I love hanging out with Zane and Blakely. We spent the entire day yesterday at the park. Zane rode around on his skateboard, I pushed him in the swing, and Blakely brought a packed lunch. It was a perfect day.
So, yeah, our time as a family isn’t lacking. But what is lacking is my alone time with Blakely. Because I’ve had to work the last several evenings, I haven’t gotten to spend any one-on-one time with her. I feel guilty lying to Blakely, so I’ve kept it vague, saying I have work to do. She assumes it’s schoolwork, which isn’t a complete lie, but it’s also not the complete truth. It will be nice for us to be able to have an adult conversation over dinner. I booked us a room at the same resort we met at and made it clear to everyone who might need to get ahold of me that I won’t be available for the next twenty-four hours.
We pull up to the resort, and I remove the blindfold. Blakely blinks a few times, then grins. “You brought me to a hotel?”
“Not just any hotel. The hotel we met at. I booked us a couple’s massage, made a reservation for dinner, and confirmed they’re playing a chick flick.” I shoot her a playful wink, and she beams at me. Fucking beams.
After we check in, we head to our room. I had Sierra pack Blakely an overnight bag, so I know there’s a bathing suit in there. Since it’s still early, and our couple’s massage isn’t for a few hours, I figure we can hit the heated pool and hot tub. Since it’s approaching February in Central Florida, it’s a tad too cold for the beach, at least to go swimming in—we could probably go for a walk, though.
Blakely opens her luggage and finds everything she needs. “Wow, you thought of everything.”
“With the help of your sister.”
“This is awesome. Thank you.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her for a kiss that, if I don’t stop, will prevent us from ever leaving this room.
“C’mon,” I say, pulling back. “Let’s hit the water.”
With our suits on and towels in our hands, we find two open lounge chairs. After laying our towels down, we go straight into the heated pool. The hotel is slow because of it still being winter, and we’re the only ones in here right now.
Blakely dips her head under the water, and when she comes back up, she pushes the wet strands of hair from her face. I take a moment to admire her. She’s grown up since the last time we were here. Her brown hair is longer now and has blond along the bottom. Her body… Jesus, her body has filled out in all the right places. She’s all woman. And her eyes: they’re no longer shy and nervous. Instead they’re filled with confidence and determination. Even with her having to raise a baby at nineteen, she managed to follow her dreams and go to college. I just hate that she wasn’t able to go to South Carolina like she planned. Had I not lost her number, I would’ve known about her being pregnant, and I’d like to think I would’ve done whatever was needed to get her there.
“What’re you thinking about?” Blakely snakes her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my hips. Her center rubs against my stomach and then downward, waking my dick up.
“I was thinking about how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful than you were four years ago.” I kiss her plump lips then suck on her bottom lip. Fuck, I love her mouth. “And how much I hate that you didn’t get to go to South Carolina for school.”
Blakely frowns. “I’m okay with where I ended up. It meant keeping Zane and eventually finding you.”
“What if you apply to colleges in South Carolina for your master’s degree?” I blurt out without even thinking about what it would mean for me to move. My dad would be pissed. I would have to find a new job. My mom would hate the idea of her son and grandson living hundreds of miles away. Plus, she can’t stop gushing about Blakely and Sierra, asking when she can have them over again for dinner.
“What?” Her brows furrow in confusion.
“You could apply to colleges in South Carolina like you originally wanted. We could move there.” I don’t care what it will mean for me or my family. Blakely’s entire life and future had to change so she could care for our son. I’ll follow her anywhere she wants to go if it will make her happy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make up for the years she’s been doing it all without me, but I’ll damn well spend my life trying.
“You would do that? Move away from your family, where you go to school?”
“Yes,” I tell her honestly. “I know I’m several years too late, but you could still go there.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me.” She kisses my cheek then trails her lips down my scruffy jawline. She told me once that she loves the feel of my hair against her skin. “But I would never ask you to do that. We have a life here, and I’m happy.”
“If you ever change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.”
Blakely’s legs tighten around me and she crashes her mouth against mine. We kiss for several minutes before she pulls back. “You know,” she says, placing soft kisses along my neck, then taking a moment to suck on my skin, “we have an entire hotel room with a king-sized bed all to ourselves.” She glides her body down, so her ass purposely hits my hard dick. I grab her ass cheeks to stop her. If she keeps doing that, I’ll blow right here in the pool.
“That’s not why I brought you here. We don’t have to do anything like that. I just wanted some alone time with you.”
Blakely sucks and licks across my collarbone before lifting her head to look at me once again. “Your dick is in complete disagreement.” She giggles, and my dick swells at the sweet sound. Blakely is always gorgeous, but when she laughs or smiles, she’s fucking magnificent.
Reaching into the water, she grabs my shaft through my board shorts and gives it
a light squeeze. “I think we need to go back to our room,” she whispers into my ear. She licks the bottom of my earlobe then bites down on it softly. “I need you, Keegan.”
I let out a low rumble at her words, but quickly compose myself. “We have our massages soon.”
“How about we just give each other massages?” Her hands roam down my chest, while her lips roam all over.
“Jailbird.” I groan. “Massages, dinner, movie.”
“Sex, room service, Netflix,” she counters. Her hand dips into the waistband of my shorts and she strokes my shaft. Her eyes meet mine, and she shoots me the sexiest pout. “Please.”
Holy shit, I’m pretty sure my woman could cure all world conflict by simply giving them that look and saying please in that voice. There’s no way anybody could resist her. I know I sure as hell can’t.
“Your wish is my command.”
Tightening my grip on her ass, I walk us out of the pool, forgetting the towels, and carry her straight to our room. She holds on to me the entire way, kissing me and giggling when I kiss her back—both of us using each other’s bodies to counteract the slight chill in the air.
“Grab my key,” I tell her when we get to the door. She reaches in and grabs the card, but not before getting a squeeze in.
“Woman, we’re not going to make it inside,” I growl, and she giggles some more.
After inserting the card and opening the door, I head straight for the bed, not giving a shit that we’re both still dripping wet.
When I drop her onto the center of the bed, her long, wet tresses of dark hair fan out against the white pillow. She’s breathing heavily. Her nipples are hard through her thin bikini top, and her legs are bent at her knees. She attempts to squeeze them together to dull the ache between her legs because she’s turned on. I could watch this woman forever. I expect her to get shy or nervous at my staring, but she shocks the shit out of me when she smirks and her hands come up to her perfect tits, which are spilling out of her top, and tweaks her nipples. Her back arches slightly, and her lips part in pleasure.
I’m torn between continuing to watch her touch herself or touching her myself. It should be a given that I would want the latter, but you haven’t been where I am.
When I make no move to go toward her and take over, her eyes hood over and her head tilts to the side, as if she’s considering what to do next. She’s still pinching her nipples, but she’s also now massaging the entire breast.
“You look so fucking perfect.”
Her cheeks flush, and she smiles at my praise. “How about this?” She moves one hand down, stopping at the waistband of her bottoms. “Is this perfect?” Her hand dips under the material, and her legs spread. I can see the outline of where her fingers are—right at the center of her pussy. Her fingers move back and forth, most likely flicking her clit, while she continues to pinch and pull at her nipple.
“Yeah, that’s fucking perfect,” I tell her, my voice strained.
“You know what I think would make it even more perfect?” she taunts. Her fingers must hit her clit just right because her eyes roll back briefly, and her thighs clench together. It takes every ounce of control I have not to pull her bikini bottoms down, shove her hand out of my way, and thrust into her.
“What’s that?”
“You taking your suit off, so I can watch you.”
And I’m pretty sure I just came in my pants…
Pushing my board shorts down, I lift my legs to get them all the way off and throw them to the side. My granite-hard dick springs up.
“Watch me do what?” I tease her back.
“Watch you jack off.” Her words are so confident, but the blush across her cheeks and neck tells me otherwise.
Taking my dick in my hand, I stroke it up and down, root to tip. When a bit of pre-cum seeps out, I use it to help with the friction. Blakely watches with rapt attention as she plays with her tits and pussy.
“It’s just like I remembered it,” she says, her voice breathless.
“Take your bathing suit off,” I demand. “I want to see you play with your pussy, baby.”
Her legs come together again, telling me she’s turned the fuck on. Nobody is going to make her come but me.
She does as I say and, pulling her hand out, unties her top and slowly drags it off her body, dropping it onto the floor. Her tits fall slightly, no longer confined. My mouth waters, needing a taste. Leaning forward, I release my dick and take her tits into my hands, massaging them. I dip my head down and lick one and then the other. Blakely moans in pleasure.
“Oh my God. More.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer.
I lick each of them again and then focus my attention on one. I suck the entire nipple into my mouth then bite down. Blakely gasps, and her legs, which I’m between, wrap around my body. She’s trying to find relief. Not happening.
“Keegan, I need more,” she begs.
Sitting up, I go back to stroking my dick. She glares and I stifle my laugh. She started this, and now she no longer wants to play.
“Take off your bottoms,” I tell her. “I still haven’t seen your pussy.”
“You take them off,” she challenges.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I want to watch you play with yourself, baby.”
I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking it for a second before sitting back up to wait for her to do as I said.
And she does. With two fingers hooked onto each side, she pulls her bottoms down. When they get stuck on her ankle, she moves her foot toward me, her toes landing on my chest. “Help me.”
Lifting her small foot, I kiss the tip of her toe, then trail kisses up her foot and along the inside of her ankle. I run my hand along her smooth calf and then remove the material, dropping it to the floor. Without letting go of her leg, I kiss my way up the inside of her calf, over her knee, and continue my way along the inside of her thigh. She moans and begs and pleads. Her words are incoherent. She’s so turned on, she’s not even speaking clearly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I place one chaste kiss to the hood of her bare pussy, then stop.
When I sit back, she growls. Yes, my woman actually fucking growls.
“Touch your pussy.”
She groans but doesn’t argue. Her feminine fingers separate her folds, and I can see her pink pussy is glistening with arousal. She dips a single digit inside her instead of going for her clit. With her eyes locked on my hard dick, she pushes in and out of herself. I watch silently, stroking my shaft, as she fucks herself with a single finger. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Add another finger,” I tell her, no clue where this is coming from. It’s as if she’s released some sexual beast in me. Her eyes widen and she pulls her pointer finger out then inserts it back in, this time adding her middle finger. As she fucks herself with one hand and plays with her tits with the other, I stroke my dick. The room is silent save for our heavy breathing. We’re both turned the hell on. My dick is swollen with need, and so is her pussy.
And then she stops and removes her fingers. Her eyes meet mine, and she brings her soaking wet fingers up to her mouth, parting her lips, then closing them around the digits. When she sucks off her arousal and moans, her eyes rolling back in her head, it’s my breaking point.
Letting go of my dick, I cage her in my arms, my body covering hers. My mouth crashes down onto hers, and I push into her tight warmth. She moans into my mouth, and I can taste herself on her tongue. I suck on her tongue as I thrust deep inside her. She tightens around me, and I push in deeper, harder. She feels like everything that is perfect in this life. She feels like home. Our mouths fuck each other while our bodies make love to one another. We’re both close. The foreplay already brought us to the precipice. We’re dangling off the edge.
Blakely grips my shoulders—her nails digging into my skin—and calls out my name so loud, if we were at her house, she would’ve woken up her neighbors. Her entire body sh
akes and her pussy tightens around my dick like a vice grip as she falls right off the edge, taking me with her.
Blakely
“Why the pout?” Keegan asks, tracing my turned down lips that I didn’t realize matched my thoughts. We’re lying in bed, our bodies entwined in one another, waiting for room service to bring us breakfast. I’m exhausted and slightly sore, of course in the best way possible, from our love making last night. After the first time, we showered to clean off, only to go back to bed and do it all over again, and again. Keegan is like an addiction. I can’t get enough of him. So much so that at one point last night, I actually woke up and pulled him on top of me. He made sweet, slow love to me until we both found our release, and then he rolled over and fell asleep still slightly inside of me.
“I don’t want this to end, and that makes me feel guilty because our son isn’t here.”
Keegan pulls me closer and kisses me softly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time for yourself. He’s at home with your sister, who is practically a second mom to him. You’re such a good mom, JB. You give that kid every part of you.”
“I know you’re right. I just can’t help it.” I shrug. “It’s a mother’s curse, I guess.”
There’s a knock at the door, and Keegan gets up to answer it. I can’t take my eyes off his muscular form. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, slung low on his hips, and I know there isn’t anything underneath. His back is a work of art, chiseled in all the right places. Not overly built, just lean and perfect. He has a tattoo of his last name across his shoulder blades in gray script.
He wheels the cart of food into the room, the door closing behind him, while I grab his shirt from the chair and throw it on. “Want to eat out on the terrace?” I suggest. It’s probably in the sixties this morning, and our room overlooks the Atlantic.
“Sure.”
I grab the down blanket from our bed since we won’t need it anymore—we’re checking out after breakfast and heading home—and drag it outside. There are two lounge chairs, and when Keegan plops down onto one, I go to sit on the other, but he grips the curves of my hips and pulls me between his legs. He wraps his arms around my torso and kisses the side of my neck. “Fuck breakfast,” he murmurs. “I just want to eat you.” He bites down on the side of my neck playfully, and a giggle escapes my lips. I’ve never felt so wanted and cherished as I do with Keegan. He suckles on my skin, and my body relaxes against him. I don’t know how I’m going to go home after last night and be away from him.