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.”
***
“You 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
Two 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 against 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 sto
p 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.
My own body responded, but I pushed that to the back of my mind for many reasons. Tonight it wasn’t what he needed. Turning off the water, I dried him off and ignored the slowly expanding erection right in front of me. Mostly.
“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Such as?” His eyes were so dark and cold. Distant. I could have been anyone the way he looked me, which only strengthened my resolve not to sleep with him tonight. But I could make him feel better, or at least sleep better.
I didn’t bother answering since his cock was hard and jerking right at my eye level. I took hold of his length with one hand, admiring how hard and soft it was at once. How long and thick, marveling at how it even fit inside me. Cupping his balls with my other hand, my pussy wept at the growl that sounded above me and I moved in closer and closer, swirling my tongue around the swollen head of his cock. Keane hissed out a breath and I took him deeper, almost to the back of my throat before hollowing out my cheeks.
“Fiona,” he growled and tangled his fingers into my hair, gripping hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
The pain shot straight to my pussy and I looked up at him, taking him as deep as I could. As deep as he needed to go. When Keane took over I felt worried at first, knowing that men often got a little too eager during blow jobs but he was…Keane. Gentle and forceful all at once as he gripped my head and slowly thrust deep into my mouth, down my throat. Trying to swallow around his impressive size only made him harder, more determined and his hips moved faster, deeper into me. The harder and faster he fucked my mouth, the wetter I became and by the time he slid all the way in and streams of his come shot down my throat, my panties were soaked through. I swallowed every drop and brought him back down with slow, soft licks until his hips stilled.
“Fi,” he said, voice thick with emotion.
I stood and wiped the corners of my mouth with a smug smile. “You should get some rest.” I pushed at his chest until he fell on the bed and then I covered him, like some doting girlfriend. Hating that pathetic thought, I gave him one last look. “Good night Keane.” And instead of curling up beside his strong, warm body like I desperately wanted to, I gave him the space his silence indicated he wanted.
I slept alone.
And I fucking hated it. Too bad I needed to get used to it again.
Keane
I woke up feeling oddly refreshed in the quiet darkness of my room, stretching my body in wonder when I felt the ache in my knuckles. Then it all came back to me. The shit that had gone down the night before in the sub-basement level of one of our buildings. I’d caught up with a Red Shamrock last night and I needed information from the asshole and he refused to give it up, no matter what I did to him. He took dozens of hits to the face and gut without revealing anything. I would have been impressed if I didn’t need that info so fucking bad. It had been a bust so I came here, certain Fiona would be furious for being left alone for so long.
Instead she’d been instantly concerned about me, caring and firm, giving me just what I needed even though I hadn’t realized it at the time. I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed as flashes of the night before played in my mind. Pretty, pink lips wrapped around my cock while big blue eyes stared intensely up at me, daring me to do dirty things to that mouth. I grew hard just thinking about how I fucked that pouty little mouth.
Finally I turned over, hoping to return the favor but I was met with a cold empty bed. Flipping the light switch, I noticed the other side hadn’t been slept in at all. Strange. Where was she? I knew she couldn’t leave so I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water on my face, but I didn’t bother getting dressed. I still had hopes that I could coax her back to bed for a few hours.
I found her leaning in close to a computer screen filled with a jumble of letters, numbers and characters that meant jack shit to me but she seemed to get. A steaming mug sat to one side basically forgotten in favor of whatever was on the screen.
“Good morning,” I smiled and waited for the smile she always had ready for me.
“Morning,” she replied without even bothering to look up at me.
“What’s up?” I strolled past her and poured my own cup of coffee, leaning against the counter so I could watch her. I didn’t like what I saw. Stiff posture and straight shoulders, tight lines around her mouth and a blank stare in her eyes.
“Nothing.” Fiona said nothing else for a long time and I couldn’t figure out what the hell I could have done between last night and this morning to make her so angry. When she finally spoke, she was all business. “I need to go into Cerulean the day after tomorrow.”
“Are you crazy? It isn’t safe out there for you Fiona, just let me take care of this.” Why did she insist on putting herself in danger? “Just stay out of the way.”
Sucking in a breath at my words, her eyes flashed anger but she quickly shuttered it and gave me a blank expression instead. “I’m not asking for permission. I’m going with or without you.”
She stood to refill her mug, fitted jeans making her legs look at least a mile long and a plain white tee drawing my attention to those tight buds straining against the cotton. “Actually, it would be better if you’re not there at all.”
I blinked and felt a scowl crease my face. “What the hell are you talking about Fi?” Who was this cold emotionless creature and what had she done with the sweet, lovely Fiona?
She didn’t answer my question, just steamrollered ahead as if I hadn’t spoken. “I think I’ve figured most of the shipping debacle out, so now I need to meet with the agents looking for my father.”
Yeah that wasn’t going to work for me. Or for Seamus. “Fiona be reasonable. Seamus will-,”
“He will be happy that I’m saving his ass. The FBI will be in the office on Thursday and I have what they need.”
I could not believe my fucking ears. “You plan on turning in your own father?”
Blue eyes looked up at me, silently judging me. For what? Trying to keep her safe and alive? Without another wo
rd, she turned away from me to set down her coffee and exchange it for her laptop before quietly padding down to the guestroom. There was a loud slam of the door.
I drank my coffee in the now cold silence of the room, waiting for Fiona to calm down and talk to me. To tell me about her plans for the Feds. I waited more than an hour before I gave up and got dressed. There was so much business to deal with today that I didn’t have time to babysit Fiona or her volatile emotions. But after what she’d done for me last night I had to try again. Standing outside her room, I knocked. “I need to run out.” Nothing but silence greeted me and my shoulders slumped. “I’ll be back later.” Still nothing.
I had to leave, I really didn’t have time right now. With Seamus gone all of this shit fell to me. So I locked up the penthouse and made my way to my black Charger and set out for Dorchester. There were packages to pick up from a few of the gangs we did business with in the area, but I only dealt with Dom because he didn’t try to pull that homeboy gangster shit on me.
“Hey man.” I stepped from the car and we shook hands. “How’s that product.”
“Some good shit. I don’t know where you got it, but if you can get more we can handle it.” Dom’s bright smile shone against his dark skin. “I heard The Hustlers had to fuck up a few Shamrocks last night who accused them of selling their shit.”
I smiled, nodding at the news. “Same happened more or less to us. They’ll be regretting that move for a long time.” We shared a laugh while one of Dom’s guys put a package in my trunk. “Watch out for those fuckers, Dom. They’re sneaky.”
“White boys don’t scare us,” he grinned. “No offense.”
“None taken.”
“You keeping Princess safe? One of the guys offered up a half mil to get her. I told my boys it was a no go, but I can’t say shit for the others.”
Fuck that was the last thing I needed to hear. “Thanks for the heads up Dom. Mack will be by in a couple days with another drop off.” We shook hands again and I took off. I needed to do some clean up before going back to the penthouse.
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