Wrapping my hand around her head and holding her against my chest, I fought a smile. Jesus Christ, she was fucking adorable. She’d never hit anyone…let alone a child.
She leaned away from me, wiping her eyes and face with the backs of her hands. “Why are you smiling?” she asked, her voice laced with hurt.
I think I’d hurt her feelings but I couldn’t contain it.
“Megan. Sweetheart. You’d never ever hurt a child. I saw you with Andrew. You have a pure heart. You would never…,” I said kissing her forehead.
After taking a deep breath she nodded. “Kieran. I don’t know that I could give that to you. I’m just saying.”
I shoved her sexy, delectable ass onto the bed and straddled her, shoving her arms over her head. “Good thing I’m not asking to have a baby. I just want to use you for your body…and eat with you…and get drunk with you…and go for bike rides…and cook…and buy you things…”
“Kieran. Do you know how much I wanted to punch you the first time I met you…and the second…and…”
Grinding my hips against her little frame, I said, “Bullshit. You wanted big daddy all along.”
Her giggle melted my heart.
“Say it,” I said.
“No!” she cackled.
“Say it!” I dug into her sides, tickling her.
“Say what?” she screamed.
“Say, I wanted to fuck Kieran the first time I met him,” I chuckled.
Her head violently whipped from side to side in refusal.
“Do you seriously think I can’t make you say it, Doc?”
Her laughter was infectious and I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed this hard. But I would win this battle. I glanced around assessing alternatives when something came to mind. A wicked smile spread over my lips.
Restraining her with my body was easy…as I inched up toward her head, my dick got hard simply from being this close to her mouth. Within a short minute, both pillows were tossed on the floor without their cases. By the time I started tying the pillowcase to the iron bed, her wide, shocked eyes figured out what I was doing.
“Kieran! NO!”
“Baby girl…all you have to do is say what I asked,” I said with a saccharine-sweet tone.
The slight flare to her nostrils proved she was mad.
“I didn’t want to fuck you then, I want to fuck you now.”
My body responded instantaneously to that suggestion so I ripped the sheet off her, leaving her bared to me.
“As much as I would like to accommodate that request, and the truth of the matter is, I will…but that’s not what I want to hear,” I said as I scooted back down the sexiest body I’d ever seen.
“Kieran. I’m serious. Let me go.”
I nodded. “OK! Aaaaaaas…soon as you say what I need for you to.”
Then I lowered my mouth over her breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple as she writhed beneath me.
“Seriously. Enough of the 50 Shades shit!”
My head came up off her breast. “The what?”
“Fifty Shades,” she growled, pulling on the restraints.
“Speak English. I don’t know what the hell that means,” I said, snuggling next to her side, propped up on my elbow. With my other hand, I walked my fingers from one of her breasts, circling a nipple, then to the other breast.
“It’s a book about a crazy guy who gets off dominating his new lover.”
Her stomach quivered as my fingers walked away from her breasts down toward my own piece of heaven between her legs. “Sounds like my kind of guy.” I winked as she continued to pull.
“Yeah, well, he thought he could fuck with her mind like you’re thinking right now.”
I glared at her. “Watch your mouth,” I growled back, then dipped two fingers inside of her, wetting my fingers; then I began rubbing perfect, small, slow circles around the little bud just above.
The fighting against the restraints halted and she hid her eyes from me by closing them.
“He would hurt her,” she spoke softly.
“Hurt her?”
She nodded, biting down on her lip and her breaths coming in short pants.
“He’d spank her…and use things on her that would hurt her…all while being tied up.”
“I’d only do those things if you wanted me to do those things. But hurting you would be unequivocally one of the hardest things I would ever do.”
A natural instinct for a woman when she is turned on is to spread her legs and Doc did that…it’s a welcoming of sorts. I lowered my head over the breast nearest me and lapped gently over it.
“Kieran…” she gritted.
Fuck! I loved hearing her say my name. “You close?” I casually asked.
Once she hissed out, “Yesssss!” my two fingers slowed, forcing her to come back down off of her high.
“Don’t…” she whimpered. “Please.”
“I could take care of you very easily, Doc…with eleven short words.”
My fingers, slick from her, went right back to work and she moaned out loud; though I was unsure if it was my agonizing torture or if it was pleasure. When her hips arched up, I decided to use my thumb so I could use my fingers inside of her. I could tell when she was close since her insides would tighten around my finger. She was an amazing lover.
“K…Kieran. Please don’t stop,” she whined and I sort of felt bad when I slowed my thumb once again.
“Ba-by—all you have to do is,”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you!” she cried out.
With that, I didn’t make her wait another second. And I took great pleasure in watching her body and face react to solely my hand as she exploded to pieces in front of me.
Chapter 38—Megan
Three days had passed since our trip to the ocean and I was well aware that I’d fallen in love with Kieran Scott. Even though I wasn’t sure he was the type of guy to commit himself to one girl, I was banking on his words and the things he semi-promised. For the first time in my life, I had hope that love and a happy life were possible.
Andrew was doing better but when I went by the old apartment to see him, Usiah said he had been placed in a foster home temporarily. My heart ached at first but all I could hope was that he was being taken care of, and truthfully, he wasn’t being taken care of at home. If I could only talk to him now, I’d tell him my story and that I knew how scared he was not knowing what life would hold. But that it would all get better…eventually, and to stay strong.
When I left Usiah, I drove straight to Joe and Vivian’s. I’d never asked for his help but if he could at least check on Andrew…I had to ask.
The house smelled like a bakery every single time I walked through the door. Vivian was always making something fresh. After our hugs, we sat out back in the sunshine and watched Joe stop the mower and turn it off.
“Well hello, pretty girl. What brings you out?” Joe asked.
Vivian casually patted my knee and went inside, giving us some privacy.
“I need your help, Joe.”
He sat in a chair across from me and took a long drink of his iced tea.
“Well young lady, in nearly three years, this is a first. I’ll listen to what you have to say.”
I scooted to the edge of my seat. “You know the shooting at the apartment?”
“Yes.”
“A neighbor boy, Andrew, was shot.”
Using a towel, he dabbed the sweat off his forehead. “Vivian told me about it and about what you did. That took a lot of courage but it was not terribly bright,” he said, with his eyes widening at the end.
“I know. Andrew and I sort of became close. I watched over him. Usiah told me he was placed in foster care after the shooting and, well, I want to tell him my story so he has hope.”
Joe shook the glass, jumbling the ice at the bottom. “Well. I don’t do a lot of juvenile cases anymore but I’ll get something worked out. Vivian will text you.”
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“Oh Joe! Thank you,” I exclaimed and stood.
“Now you tell me something,” he said quickly.
“OK.”
“How is Kieran Scott really doing?”
My heart about exploded in my chest. I didn’t know if Joe knew something that I wasn’t aware of. Plus, even though I had just transferred Kieran, I still had confidentiality guidelines to follow. I sat back down.
“What I said in court is accurate. I wouldn’t have lied.” I prayed he didn’t hear the shakiness in my voice.
He held up his hand for me to stop talking. “I’m doing you this favor with Andrew. I am asking for you to…not break any confidentiality but just answer a couple of questions.”
A wave of nausea swarmed over me and I sat back down. “OK.” If Joe has it in for Kieran…I felt sick.
“Has he opened up about his parents?
“Yes.”
“Has he said anything about the murders?”
“Yes.”
OH GOD! He thinks Kieran killed his parents! Silently, I began to shake.
“Is there anything that has led you to believe that he is guilty?”
I shook my head but realized he wasn’t looking at me. “No. Quite the opposite. Do you think he did it?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. I know he didn’t. But a lot of people did. He loved his parents.”
I exhaled the pent-up breath I was holding.
“That boy has been harboring a lot of anger. Has some serious trust issues because people turned on him. Stay at him.”
Coward! I said to myself, not finding the courage to tell Joe about the biggest unethical indiscretion of my life. Hey, by the way Joe, I’m fucking him and we live together!
“Like I said, Vivian will text you. It was good seeing you.”
That was my cue that the conversation was over. I didn’t know what to think about his questioning…but I smiled when I left.
My phone buzzed on my way home. Kieran.
Working on Wink’s party. Be home a little later.
Ever since his little escapade at the beach, I’d been working on an idea. I glanced at my watch and decided I had time to get what I needed. Paybacks were hell.
I heard the hum of the garage door first, then the hum of the Porsche parking. Butterflies were beating the hell out of my stomach. I’d never done anything like this in my life. The dining room was dark and the scarf was on the back of the chair. I just hoped he saw the note.
The back door closed.
“Doc, please park in the driveway. I don’t want you in the street,” he yelled from the kitchen.
I didn’t answer. I heard the refrigerator door open, the twist of a beer then a chuckle. Waiting…
“OK. I’m sitting,” he laughed, and my entire body tensed with excitement.
“Did you do as directed?” I asked from the other room.
“I’m trying. And if it weren’t a scarf that I couldn’t easily rip, I wouldn’t be doing this. Just so you know. I’m a bit of a control freak. I know…shocking.”
My heart swelled knowing he was playing along…but torture can come at both ends.
“I’ll check the scarf when I get there,” I said.
“Get here,” he demanded.
Walking down the hall was a little hard but it worked. His chaps fully covered my legs but where the sundress billowed up last time…well, there was just my crotch. Bare crotch. I’d never waxed before because I couldn’t afford it but I shaved now every day. My black bra covered my breasts and I wore one of his Harley do-rags around my head. That was it…chaps, bra, and handkerchief on my head.
When I stepped into the room, his eyebrows shot up and he adjusted his posture in the chair.
“Doooooc. What the fuck? My dick is going to bust through these jeans.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as I moved around to the back of him. This was the moment of truth. After I yanked the zip ties free from my bra, I wrapped them around the scarf so he couldn’t feel and I quickly tightened—without a doubt securing him to the chair.
He instantly jerked.
“Doc. Let me go,” he demanded.
I straddled his lap.
“Remember the other day. I begged and begged for you to let me go and all I had to say was that I wanted you from day one. Do you recall that, Mr. Scott?”
“Let me go.”
I grinded down against his growing lower half and smiled. “Seems like you’re enjoying it a little.”
“I think you’re sexy as fuck. Now let me go, Doc.”
“Mr. Scott. It’s only fair.”
“What do you want me to say?” he asked, with no humor in his tone.
I lowered one side of my bra and with my index finger, I drew around the nipple. “Mmmmm,” I moaned.
“Doc. I’m not playing around. What do you want me to say?”
Now, I lowered the other side of my bra and used both hands. “It’s not say as much as it is…do.” I closed my eyes for a second as I massaged my breasts.
“Tell me!” he ordered.
I giggled. “Well, that money you lost at my expense…because you’d slept with me and because you did such a juvenile thing such as betting your friends you’d get laid, I want a $1,000. I feel like I earned…”
“Done! Un-fucking-lock me.”
I gave him a pouty face. “Now. THAT, Mr. Scott was way too easy.” I scooted off his lap and to my knees and when I started unbuttoning his pants, the fiercest, animalistic growl came from his chest.
“Easy, Tiger,” I said unzipping his zipper. “Let’s set this beast free,” I said with a giggle. Then I started singing, “Puff the magic dragon…lives by the sea.”
The corners of his mouth turned upward and that made me smile wider.
“What was that book you referenced the other day?” he said, so calmly.
I touched the tip of him with my tongue. “Fifty Shades.”
“Uh-huh. And what was crazy guy’s name?”
“Christian Grey.”
“I’m forewarning you right now, baby…I’m going to go all Christian Grey on your ass when I’m free.”
I giggled. “You said you’d never hurt me,” I said, taking all of him in my mouth.
A hiss seeped through his lips and I bobbed up and down a few times until a deep moan growled up his throat. Then…I stopped, stood and backed away. The black bra was itchier than I expected so I unfastened it, tossing it to the ground.
“Doc. I’m getting pissed. I don’t like this. Please release me. I said what you asked.”
I did sort of a runway strut back over to him and fell to my knees.
“Megan.”
Ouch. The real name.
Once again, I went to work on him. He never lost his erection and he was now harder than before. Mission accomplished. I’d never finished a guy this way so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Ruthie and I had watched porn once. His abs kept tightening and his breaths were rapid…so I slowed again, backing away from him.
“Goddammit, Megan! Unlock me now!” he shouted, and seemed truly angry.
So I flipped another dining room chair around and I sat about three feet from him. I spread my legs, my center spread to him.
“Doc. You’ve seen me mad one time and I slammed a guy’s face into a big ass piece of wood. I’d prefer you not see it but I swear to God, I’m about to lose my cool,” he threatened.
Actually, I thought it was kind of cute. He was stuck! What was he going to do? Then with all the possible courage I could muster, I touched myself…not inside but just rubbed my little friend. I was pretty damn wet which made my finger slide in circles just a little easier.
“You ever heard of Pavlov’s dogs…he conditioned…trained them so that when he rang a bell, the dogs would salivate because they knew food was coming.”
“You can’t train me. You have three seconds, Megan, to let me go,” he said through gritted teeth.
“One, two…” I counted out loud, giggling bu
t enjoying the stimulation I was providing.
“Three,” he interrupted and unexpectedly shot up, throwing himself backward. The sound of splitting wood scared me and I brought my arms up to protect my face. There he was standing in front of me with a menacing glare, the beast halfway out of his boxer briefs. His jeans fell to his ankles, pooling around his feet. My wide-eyed, shocked gaze didn’t leave him.
“You broke the chair!” I exclaimed.
“Unlock me!”
The black in his eyes scared me. I swallowed saliva that pooled in my mouth. I didn’t think it was possible that he would ever scare me…but I trembled.
I grabbed the scissors on the counter and cut the zip ties, but before I could get away, he grabbed me.
“You’re hurting me,” I lied, and he opened his hands immediately. That’s when I ran to the other side of the oak table.
“I’m sorry for hurting you. Do you really think I can’t catch you?” he asked, pulling his boots and jeans off, and everything inside of me clenched up…I don’t think he was mad after all. Fear began to subside.
After tossing them on the counter, he bolted around the table after me. I, of course, fell over the damn chaps that were too long and he grabbed my foot.
“Now,” he said. “Let’s get one thing straight. That will never happen again.”
“You’re that angry?” I hesitantly giggled, still a bit guarded.
Suddenly, his lips took full possession of mine and literally made my knees weak. As he kissed me, his hand skidded down until his finger dipped into me, only once, then he flipped me around.
“We will talk about that later. Right now, I’m about to explode. Since you seem to be keen on this damn dining room, bend over the table.”
God, I loved Mr. Demanding. Mr. Possessive. Mr. Scott. The table was cold to my stomach and I shot back off of it. Kieran grabbed his shirt and laid it out on the table.
“Bend over now,” he said and I couldn’t help but smile. A half-hearted smile crossed his lips too.
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