Keira stayed at my house for the following days. Every time she tried to go home to get clean clothes, I held her back. She couldn’t rip my heart out then expect to leave again. She saw the pain in my eyes.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay. I knew what I did was wrong, but it didn’t warrant her breaking up with me in my opinion. But I knew she was fragile and delicate. I decided to let it go.
“I’m not going anywhere again.”
“I know,” I whispered.
She finally went back to her house because we had to return to our normal lives. We both had school and responsibilities. My dad made a full recovery, and he didn’t mind my absence. He knew I belonged with Keira.
She fixed me and put me back together. Flashbacks of that horrific time still came to me. It didn’t matter how wonderful Keira was to me. I’d never be able to forget the past.
I asked—actually demanded—that Keira move in with me. There was no point in keeping her stuff at her house, not when she was with me all the time. Now that we were back together, we were two peas in a pod. I wanted her next to me all the time.
When she came home from school, she always jumped on me, wanting me desperately. Our breakup seemed to pull us closer together, not the opposite. Her sexuality heightened and became more apparent.
She pushed me onto the bed and stripped my clothes away. I liked seeing the desire in her eyes. We always made love with me on top, and I never minded. I liked feeling her small body underneath me while I moved inside her. But now she wanted more control.
She straddled my hips and slipped me inside her. Seeing her on top of me was the biggest turn-on of all. I knew she’d never done this before, so I guided her with my hips. But her desire gave her direction. She rode my cock precisely, making me battle for control the entire time. I wanted to come inside her, but I held it back.
Her lustrous hair covered her shoulders and shook while she bounced on top of me. I stared at her beautiful breasts and watched them move. She was the best sex I ever had. Every other girl was a distant memory, something not even worth remembering.
When she finally found her release, she tightened around me and dug her nails into my chest. Watching her come made me come. My cock twitched, and I came inside her, loving every second of it. She lay on my chest when she was done, still out of breath. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled with her.
God, this was heaven.
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Now that I didn’t have a job, I had to figure out what to do for an income. The idea of flipping burgers or working in an office sounded insanely boring. Continuing my fighting career would make the most sense. I didn’t even need to go to college. But I couldn’t do that to Keira. If it really bothered her that much, it wasn’t worth it. In the end, I’d rather flip burgers and have Keira in my life than have a life of luxury without her. I just wished I could have both.
I was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee when Keira finally came downstairs. I’d already hit the gym and took care of my bills before she even opened an eye. She was a sleepyhead.
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Automatically, she crawled into my lap. She was affectionate with me like she never wanted to let me go. And I loved it.
“Morning,” she said quietly.
“Afternoon.”
“Afternoon?”
“It’s eleven.”
“Oh.”
I laughed. “God, you’re lazy.”
“No. When you rock my world like that, it takes a lot out of me.”
“You were the one on top. Baby, you rocked my world.”
She smiled. “That I did.”
I loved her playful attitude. She wasn’t scared around me at all anymore. It was the best feeling in the world. I was completely trusted by her.
She eyed the paper, seeing the job openings I circled. “What’s this?”
“Looking for a new job.” I kept the sadness out of my voice.
“Oh.” She looked at my options. One was an office manager, and another was a bookkeeper at a library, both things I didn’t want to do. Fortunately, I had a substantial amount in my savings account, so money wasn’t an issue, but I needed to get a job anyway. “Do you like any of these…?”
“They are fine.” I wasn’t going to complain.
She stared at me. “Liam, do you want to keep fighting?”
Dangerous territory. “I want you in my life.”
“Do you want both…?”
Where was this going? She broke up with me when she saw me in action. Now she was accepting of it? That couldn’t be right. “I want you in my life,” I repeated.
“I just…feel bad making you switch jobs.”
“Don’t.” I drank my coffee and looked at the paper.
“It just scares me because—”
“You don’t need to explain yourself, baby.”
She looked torn. I knew she wanted me to do what I wanted, but it scared her at the same time. “I’ve never felt safer than I do with you. I know you would never hurt me, and you’ve put me back together. But, I guess I’m still scared of the world. Without you in it, it’s still a scary place. And knowing he’s still alive, even behind bars, is still frightening to me. I don’t know.”
I studied her face, trying to figure out what she was really saying. She and I both had made substantial progress with each other. We’d become people so different than who we used to be. But perhaps we weren’t done yet. “I could teach you how to fight.”
“What?”
“If you empower yourself, you won’t be scared. There will be times when I’m not around. This will give you strength and confidence. Perhaps when you do this, you won’t be opposed to me fighting either. It’s just an idea.”
She listened to my words and repeated them in her mind. I watched her and waited for a response. My sister’s death would haunt me forever. I replayed those nights in my mind indefinitely. If my sister had known how to defend herself, perhaps things would have been different. If I had killed her boyfriend, I would be in jail, but she would still be alive. It would be therapeutic for me too, doing something with Keira I should have done with my sister.
Finally, she spoke. “We could try…”
The trust behind those words made my heart throb. She would never have considered something like that months ago. But now she did. And this was good for me too. We could take our relationship to a new level and really heal the gap between us.
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The story of Keira and Liam isn’t over. Check out Unshakeable to see how their relationship progresses. Liam will experience flashbacks, explaining exactly what happened all those years ago. Will Keira agree to train with him, and if she does, will that make her stronger or more frightened? Will they come closer together, being unshakeable together?
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