Her selflessness baffled me at times. “You want to think about it for a little while longer?”
“No,” she said firmly.
“So, I’m really doing this?”
She nodded.
I placed my fingers under her chin and directed her look on me. “It means the world to me that you trust me. You’ve come so far, baby.”
“Because of you,” she whispered.
“But I couldn’t force you to trust me. You’re the one who did it on your own.”
“Because you forced me,” she said with a smile.
I chuckled. “I guess I did.”
“But I love you for it.” She gave me a sweet kiss, her hot breath filling my lungs. It felt good, igniting me in a fiery rush. I hadn’t had her in days, and I sincerely missed her. I missed dancing my tongue with hers. I missed the way our bodies felt when we combined together. I missed hearing her moan for me, making me melt every time.
She cupped my face then deepened the embrace, making my cock spring to life. She always kissed me like that when she wanted me. And my dick missed her desperately. I adjusted myself then picked her up, holding her against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist then squeezed me. I wanted to take this to the bedroom but I wouldn’t last that long. I needed her now.
I lay her on the couch then moved over her. She undressed me, her eyes appraising every inch of my skin. She licked her lips while she watched me.
“Fuck, baby.”
She did it again.
I removed her clothes then moved inside her without preamble. I stretched her, and the familiar feel of her slickness immediately made my cock twitch. It felt so good to be inside her again. I pinned her to the couch and moved deep inside her, shaking with every thrust.
I knew she missed me too because she crumbled the moment we began. She bit her lip while she grabbed my hips and pulled me further into her. She moaned loudly, saying my name over and over.
I followed behind her and released inside her, filling her completely. I moaned louder than I usually did because I forgot how good it felt. Even a few days without her were enough to make me miss it like crazy.
I lay beside her than pulled the blanket over us. I was too tired to walk up the stairs to our bedroom. I snuggled with her and buried my face in her neck. After that amazing orgasm, I just wanted to fall asleep.
Keira ran her fingers through my hair, touching me the way I liked. “Liam?”
“Hmm?” I didn’t open my eyes.
“How would you feel if I were pregnant?”
Alarm shot through me. I pulled my face away from her neck and met her gaze. “Are you?”
“No.”
I couldn’t deny how relieved I felt.
“I was just curious.”
“I don’t want kids right now, but if it happened, I’d be very happy.”
“You would?” she asked.
“Very.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re going to have them anyway. It’s okay if it’s a little earlier than I expected.”
“I guess I get scared my birth control won’t work.”
“I’m sure it will,” I said. “Do you not want to have kids?”
“I don’t know…”
“What are your doubts?”
“Well, if I can’t take care of myself how can I take care of someone else?”
“But you can take care of yourself.”
“That’s debatable,” she said quietly.
“No, it isn’t,” I said firmly. “After your parents died, you had no one else in the world. Scotty helped you, but he couldn’t do everything. A serious trauma happened to you, and now look at you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Really.”
The stress left her shoulders. “If you say so.”
“And I’m always right.”
She smiled. “Let’s not get carried away.”
The guys were going out to the bars and they invited me to come along. They considered it a celebration from my return from retirement. Of course, I invited my girl.
She usually wore shorts and a t-shirt anywhere she went. She was determined to look as unattractive as possible. It didn’t matter to me. Her make up free face and her loose clothing never bothered me. She could wear a clown suit and I would still think she was beautiful.
“Hurry up,” I shouted up the stairs. “We’re going to be late.” I wore jeans and a t-shirt, wearing my usual casual wardrobe. I liked shirts that were loose around the waist but tight around the chest. I knew Keira liked it too.
“Coming!”
What was taking her so long?
I grabbed my wallet and keys and waited by the door. Time was ticking.
When she finally came down the stairs, I swallowed the lump in my throat. She wore a tight black dress that reached her thighs. Her long legs caught my eye and made me swallow the lump in my throat again. Nude pumps were on her feet, making her several inches taller.
When she reached the end of the stairs, I examined her face. She wore make up, which was the first time I’d seen her in it. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her lips were ruby red. Her hair was lustrous and framed her face. When she turned to grab her clutch, I saw her back.
It was bare skin.
My hard-on appeared from thin air.
Keira tucked a strand of hair behind her ear then came closer to me, the confidence in her eyes. She never dressed up like this.
“You look…” I struggled to find the words. “Fucking hot.”
Her cheeks blushed and she smirked.
I was glad she wasn’t hiding from the world anymore. She was a beautiful woman and she didn’t need to dim that trait. There was no reason for her to cower in the corner. I was glad her confidence was increasing. She felt safe with me. She felt safe with herself.
My arm moved around her waist and I pulled her close to me. Her breasts were perky and noticeable, looking prominent in the tight dress. The fabric was soft in my fingers. My hands moved to her back, feeling the bare skin, and then down to her ass. I gave her a gentle squeeze.
“I know where this is going.” She pulled away and headed to the door.
I growled then followed behind her.
She walked to the truck gracefully, her posture perfect despite the five-inch heels she wore. I closed the door and pulled out my keys to lock it, but instead, I stared at her ass until she turned the corner to the driveway. I adjusted myself in my jeans then locked the door.
After we were both in the truck, she crossed her legs then looked out the window. I stared at her thighs, wanting my face between them. I always thought Keira was beautiful and I tried to dim the sexual thoughts I had about her, but when she looked this fucking hot it was impossible.
I unbuckled her safety belt then yanked her across the seat toward me. She giggled while I pulled her in the seat directly next to me. I buckled her safety belt then draped my arm over her shoulders.
“If you’re going to dress that hot, there will be consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?” she asked with a smile.
“I’m going to be all over you.”
She shrugged. “Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Good.” I started the engine then drove to the bar. I kept eyeing her legs, wanting her dress to move up slightly. I wondered what underwear she was wearing. I was so hot for her that I could think of nothing else but getting between her legs. I’d been in there a hundred times but now I wanted it more than anything.
We arrived at the bar and I escorted her inside. My hand was hooked around her waist and I held her close to me. I knew guys would stare at her. There was nothing I could do about that. But I could make it crystal fucking clear that I was her man.
With her heels, she barely reached my shoulder. I was used to having her so much shorter than me. My hand was at a different height around her waist. But her legs looked longer and even sexier.
I opened the d
oor for her and let her walk inside first. As soon as we stepped in, heads turned in her direction. Keira either didn’t notice or she didn’t care. My arm was back around her, claiming her immediately.
We reached the table where the guys sat. I didn’t pull out a chair for Keira and sat down. She looked at me quizzically, unsure of the break in tradition, and then I pulled her onto my lap.
I moved my face close to hers. “I warned you.”
She smirked. “At least all these bimbos know you’re mine.”
“Baby, they already know.”
“Then it doesn’t hurt to rub it in.” She moved her ass slightly, rubbing against my hard-on.
My eyes darkened. “You’re bad today.”
“You like it when I’m bad?”
“I have a feeling I will when we get home.”
“Touché.”
The guys whistled when they saw Keira.
“Yowza,” Bran said. “She cleans up good.”
Tony winked at her. “We should get dinner together sometime.”
Scotty shrugged. “She’s still ugly.”
I chuckled at his comment then glared at the guys. “Mine.” That was all I said.
Bran rolled his eyes. “We get it, man.”
Keira rubbed her ass against my jeans again. My eyes smoldered and I squeezed her hip, threatening her silently. If she kept this up I was going to take her in the bathroom.
Scotty sipped his beer. “I hardly recognize you.”
Keira shrugged. “I’m wearing makeup.”
“You should wear it more often.”
I debated telling Keira about Scotty and Adrianna, but it seemed like it was just a one-night stand. I hadn’t seen him with her ever since. And I didn’t feel like it was my secret to share. I wasn’t even supposed to know about it to begin with. If Scotty wanted Keira to know, he would tell her. His secret was safe with me.
“Baby, you want a drink?” I asked.
“Wine.”
“Got it.” I stood up, carrying her with me, and then returned her to the seat. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t take long.” She gave me a dark look.
I leaned down and gave her an innocent kiss. “I won’t.”
Bran rolled his eyes. “Dude, get a room.”
My arm hooked around her waist and I gave her a few kisses on the neck.
“God, I’m gonna barf,” Tony said.
“Like you aren’t going to beat off to this later,” I jabbed.
“No, man,” Bran said. “It’s called porn.”
“Because you can’t get real pussy.”
The guys laughed at my joke. Bran looked sour. He drank his beer then leaned back.
I left the table then headed to the bar. It was crowded tonight. Guys stayed in their groups and eyed the women they wanted to pick up. Girls stood in the corner, wearing short dresses and heels. They giggled together, playing hard to get.
I leaned over the counter and waited for the bartender to notice me.
“Hey.”
The voice wasn’t familiar. I turned to see Chelsea standing beside me. She was wearing shorts that barely covered her ass and a skimpy shirt that revealed her belly button piercing. She and I fucked around a few times. She was blonde, and now I realized how much I hated blondes. “Hey, Chelsea.”
She twirled her hair then smiled at me. “I haven’t seen you around.”
“I’ve been busy.”
She extended her arms to hug me but I turned to the bar so she missed. There was nothing wrong about hugging girls but I didn’t like doing it, especially since I slept with this one. The innocent touch still felt wrong, like I was cheating on Keira. She didn’t hug anyone but me, so why should I hug anyone?
Chelsea’s eyes filled with sadness but she didn’t comment. “So, I heard you kicked ass in that fight.”
I shrugged. “I did my best.”
“Your best is always enough.” She leaned against the counter next to me.
Why wouldn’t she leave?
“I like watching you fight. It’s hot.”
Now I knew why she wouldn’t get away from me. “I have a girlfriend.”
Her eyes widened. “As in, you have a girl you’re taking home for the evening?”
“Yes. My girlfriend.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “But you don’t do the ‘girlfriend’ thing.”
“I do now.” I didn’t look at her.
Chelsea came closer to me. “Well, I’d be willing to do the girlfriend thing.” Her meaning was in the air.
“Chelsea, it’s not going to happen. Could you get the hell away from me now?” I hated being rude to her because she didn’t do anything wrong. I’d been single for my entire life. That’s the man she knew. But I knew it would piss her off enough to walk away. Keira would notice my absence soon.
Chelsea’s eyes widened but she didn’t move. “I bet I’m way better than she is. That’s why we were together so many times.”
I tapped my knuckles on the counter, trying to get the bartender’s attention. I just needed to get rid of this girl. “My girlfriend rocks my world like no one else.”
She didn’t back down. “Well, I—”
Keira appeared from thin air then pressed her body against mine. Her arms hooked around my neck and she kissed me hard, claiming me aggressively. Her tongue moved into my mouth. Automatically, I reciprocated the affection. Her kiss always made me hot.
She broke our kiss then glared at Chelsea. “Get the hell away from my boyfriend.”
Whoa…
Chelsea rolled her eyes then walked away.
Keira pressed her body against me again, her breasts rubbing my chest. Her face was below my chin. She placed a gentle kiss on the stubble, igniting my senses in a blaze.
I smirked at her. “Someone doesn’t like to share.”
“No.”
I rubbed my nose against hers. “That was hot.”
“You’re hot.”
I gripped her back then growled at her. “God, I want you.”
“There’s the backseat of your truck…”
She and I never made love in public places. It was always in the privacy of our own home. She was branching out in so many different ways. If this were months ago, she never would have the confidence to tell a girl to leave me alone. She wouldn’t wear a short dress like that. She wouldn’t have kept her promise to stay until the fight was over. All of this was happening because of me. I made her strong. And that meant the world to me. “Let’s get out of here.”
Without ordering our drinks, we left the bar and headed home.
We barely made it up the stairs. I was unzipping her dress and pulling it off. She was ripping my shirt off, her nails digging deep into my skin. When we finally landed on the bed, our bodies wanted to devour each other.
Keira wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed my hips. “You’re mine,” she said into my mouth.
I loved hearing that. It gave me chills. “All yours, baby.”
She sucked my bottom lip then reached her hand between my legs. She rubbed me hard, making me pant. She was never aggressive like this. Tonight was different.
Then she turned over, her ass in my face.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“I want you.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me up, my chest pressed against her back. The defined and sculpted muscles of her shoulders and upper back made me more excited. Her body was flawless and beautiful. The sight made my cock twitch. I liked feeling her skin against my chest. My cock moved to her ass, feeling her cheeks.
God, this was hot.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
What had gotten into her? “I’ll never do that, baby.”
“I want you to.” She was insistent, playful.
“You don’t need to wear make up and walk around in sky-high pumps and a tight dress to excite me. You don’t need to talk that way either.” I wondered if she compared herself to the other girls I’d
been with, trying to compete with them.
“You’re telling me something I already know.” She turned her face toward me. “Are you saying you don’t want to?” She shook her ass against my cock, teasing me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I definitely wouldn’t say that...”
“Then come on…” Her hand gripped the back of my neck and she exposed her throat, wanting to feel my lips against her burning skin.
Without thinking, I kissed her hard, sucking and nibbling.
“I want you to fuck me,” she pressed.
She was making it impossible for me to resist her. “You want me to fuck you like you don’t mean shit to me?”
“Oh yes.”
I growled at her response. Her confidence increased by tenfold. Her sexual appetite was different, and she wanted me in a different way. Sex was difficult for her in the beginning, but now she wanted me all the time. And now she wanted it in an entirely new way. I knew her memory of her ex was far from her heart. If she weren’t ready, she wouldn’t ask me to do this.
I nibbled on her ear then breathed deeply. “You want it?”
Her nails dug into the skin of my neck. “Uh-huh.”
“Alright. For the next few minutes you’re just a whore.”
“Oooh…” She bit her lip then looked at me over her shoulder.
Shit, she was hot.
I pushed inside her then moved hard and fast. I gripped her hips and bucked inside, feeling the slickness I loved so much. Friction and resistance was limited. I slid in and out, loving every second of it. But my bliss was nowhere compared to hers.
She bounced her ass on my dick, wanting it even faster. I grabbed the back of her neck and held onto her while I thrust into her. Her ass jiggled and shook. My dick already throbbed with imminent release.
Even in this setting, being with Keira was entirely different than the others. My heart still bled from the love I felt for her. I still treasured her beyond comprehensible words. My entire world was under me, desiring me in a way all the others did. But this was different. It meant something.
It showed the trust she had for me. She opened up to me entirely, being free and adventurous. Nothing scared her anymore. She pushed both of us to new levels.
I panted and sweated while I rammed into her, trying to hold on until she found her release. Her hand gripped mine on her hips and she yelled at my name, telling me to move into her harder.
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