Keegan (Wounded Hero Book 1)

by Marysol James

  Without any conscious intention on her part, without her even fully realizing it, Trish’s tongue started to swirl around and stroke his finger. Her mind plunged headlong into the world of dirty fantasy, and her small hands came up and covered his large one. She held him in place as she began to move back and forth, sucking and pulling. She slid his finger in and out, slowly, then faster.

  Without her sight, her other senses were so heightened, so hyper-aware. Trish heard his breathing change, smelled his clean, lemony soap, felt every muscle in his side pressing into her open legs. Keegan felt like pure, deep, wicked temptation to her and she knew that she wasn’t even going to try to resist him. He just felt too damn good.

  Keegan’s mind was also thrown into the gutter, into the realm of secret whispering fantasies. His whole body had gone rigid, first from surprise at her sweet mouth, then from blazing arousal. And he was rigid everywhere. If he’d thought that it had turned him on to undress this woman down to her underwear on his kitchen counter, it was nothing – fucking nothing – to having her suck his finger the way that he imagined her working his cock.

  “Trish,” he rasped, barely holding on to his control. “Careful, sugar.”

  “Why?” she murmured in that husky voice. “Why careful?”

  “Because,” he said. “What you’re doin' makes me want to put my mouth on you, all over you.”

  She smiled, a hot, sexy little smile, and Keegan knew that he was totally fucked now.

  “You want to put your mouth on me?” she asked. She licked his fingertip again, a teasing, taunting gesture and then she gave a little moan that just couldn’t be contained. “I thought that’s what you promised me… to cover me in honey and clean it up with your tongue. Or was that all just big talk, big guy?”

  His mind went blank, and all he knew was the raging need in his body.

  “Sassy,” he muttered. “That smart mouth of yours just don’t quit, huh?”

  “Nope.” As if to make a point, she sucked his finger deeper. “It really doesn’t.”

  Without a word, determined to regain control of this goddamn situation, Keegan roughly pulled her up, pulled her to him. Surprised, she gave a small scream, then moaned again when he kissed her, just kissed her like he owned her. He tasted the sweetness of the honey, tasted the sweetness that was Trish, and his head started to spin. He pulled back, almost panting with want, shoved her down to the floor again without preamble, allowing his more savage, primal side start to emerge.

  She gasped and turned her head from side to side, looking like she was crawling out of her skin. She looked turned on as hell and totally on board, but he had to make sure she was all right.

  “This OK, baby?” he said to her, his hands moving under her to the bra clasp. “You good?”

  “Yes.” She stretched her body out, all long limbs and porcelain skin, and lifted her slim back off the floor to give him better access. She was warm and pink and utterly breathtaking in her abandon, in her trust of him. “I’m good.”

  His hands were strong and sure as they flicked the bra snap with one quick, almost graceful movement. She shrugged out of the lace and silk and heard the bra fall to the floor. Before her ears had even fully registered that small sound, his hands had moved to the waistband of her panties, and she held her breath. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his fingers under the elastic then tugged the scrap of material down and off her long legs. He just stopped then, sat very still, and she realized that he was looking at her again. All of her. Her whole body clenched up with excitement at the thought, and Trish was halfway to orgasm before he’d even touched her properly.

  Shuddering heat moved all the way up her body, from her toes to her face. She knew her skin was heating up even more too, flushing pink. Beyond her control or will, her chest rose and fell, her thighs spread wide, her back arched. She was displaying herself for him, offering herself. She was begging with her body and she didn’t give a damn if that made her shameless. All she wanted was for Keegan to answer her silent plea.

  “Trish,” he said, and all she heard was wonder and moonlight. “Baby, you are so, so beautiful.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes, soaking the tie. “You really think so?”

  “I really think so.”

  Keegan bent over her now, took most of his weight on his forearms. His kiss was deep and slow, his whole body stretched along the whole length of hers. Trish felt amazingly safe and cherished; she felt worshipped and wanted. Maybe even loved, just a little bit.

  “You ready, sugar?” he muttered against her lips.

  “Yes.” Her answer was a whisper, a moan, a whimper. “Keegan… please.”

  In his wildest dreams and most x-rated late-night imaginings of the past few weeks, he’d wondered what it would be like to have Trish begging him to use her. He’d thought it would be hot and amazing… and unbelievably, the reality was even better than his imagination.

  Fighting to go slowly, he lifted the wooden honey dipper from the glass jar and held it over Trish’s perfect breasts, then twirled it. She gave a small squeal as the sticky liquid hit her skin and started to run between the smooth curves, down towards her flat stomach. Right away, he leaned over her and licked the golden line snaking across her soft skin, following it with his tongue. Trish gasped and pushed her palms into the floor, like she was holding on for dear life.

  “Hmmmm,” he murmured against her belly button. “Delicious.”

  He sat up and spun the honey dipper again, carefully aiming for her left nipple, then the right.

  “Bullseye,” he said as the honey hit the pouting rose buds, then he watched hungrily as they hardened. “Hmmm. Looks like I made a bit of a mess.”

  She giggled as the honey tickled her sensitive flesh. “What are you gonna do about that, handsome?”

  “What do you think?”

  “Get a wash cloth and wipe it up?”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re talkin’ too damn much,” he growled. “I also think that I know exactly how to shut you up.”

  Then he was on her, his hands cupping her breasts and lifting them to his mouth. He pressed them together and moved lazily back and forth between them, sucking the firm peaks, flicking them with his tongue, giving them sharp little nibbles that made them tighten even more. He didn’t rush, loving making her wait for the next touch of his tongue or lips, knowing that she had no way to see where he was.

  And Christ, was she ever responsive. Her heated writhing and squirming was the sexiest, most mesmerizing thing that he’d ever seen in the whole of his life. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted and panting, her hands clutching his upper arms. She was glorious and wild and he’d barely started doing all the things that he wanted to.

  Keegan moved away from her a bit, ignoring her little hiss of protest. He grinned and thought what a mass of contradictions this woman was: all small and blonde and wide-eyed, but with that husky, sex-kitten voice and vibe that had him hooked.

  To punish her for that hell-cat hiss, he leaned back and away and made her wait for his next touch. She hated that, clearly, and she reached for him blindly.

  “Keegan?” she said, her voice a bit shaky. “Why did you –”

  Suddenly realizing that she was feeling a bit insecure, he rushed to reassure her:

  “Just takin’ a break to look at you in all your glory, baby.” He paused as her body relaxed again. “And to think about where to put honey next. So you just wait there quietly until I make up my mind.”

  “Bossy.”

  “Damn right. That’s what sassy girls get.”

  She gave a small huff of protest but subsided back onto the floor. Keegan made a point of slowly running his hands up her calves, over her knees, up her thighs. He stopped then, his palms just cupping her pussy, just holding her. His fingers teased the edges but he didn’t touch, not fully.

  “Hmmmm,” he said. “I think this is the spot.”

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bsp; Trish gasped, her body arching up to him helplessly. He loved how completely she just handed over to him and he didn’t mean just getting undressed for him. She’d told him that she’d always felt confident in her own body and so taking her clothes off hadn’t ever been a really big deal for her. Keegan suspected, though, that Trish knew damn good and well the difference between being naked and being vulnerable – and in her former life and job, she’d been one and not the other.

  Porn wasn’t about reality, or honesty, or truth; all that naked flesh meant exactly zero about true connection and vulnerability. It was a weird contradiction, being filmed from every angle and doing incredibly intimate things, all while remaining distant and detached. Keegan was damn sure that almost none of those screaming orgasms in porn were real, and he idly wondered if Trish found it hard to genuinely let go and come, or if her years of faking it stood in her way.

  But here and now, what was going on between them, it was vulnerable and intimate and raw and genuine. Keegan knew that, he felt that. Even as he sat here fully clothed with a naked and blindfolded woman in front of him, he knew and felt that he was just as naked as she was.

  Taking pity on her now, not wanting either one of them to wait much longer because the anticipation was killing him just as much as her, Keegan held the honey stick over her pussy, gave it a delicate twirl. She gave a small scream when the sweet liquid dripped on her outer lips, then slowly, so damn slowly, slid down, around, inside. She shuddered and bit her full lower lip, fighting to keep her legs open, to stay still.

  Keegan moved back down her body, and Trish tensed when his large hands spread her legs even wider, opened her fully to his gaze. To his mouth.

  “Relax, sugar,” he said softly. “This is gonna to feel good. I promise you.”

  Good Christ, she believed it. Nothing in her life had ever felt better than this man… and the ache for more of him was becoming overwhelming.

  Keegan paused to savor the view, just for a few seconds. She was totally open to him, her lower lips slick, swollen and gleaming with golden honey and her honeyed arousal. Her whole body trembled and that more than anything showed him just how close to the edge she already was: she was losing control and he loved seeing it.

  Not able to stand it for one second longer, Keegan kissed her inner thigh, trailed his tongue up its curve, lapping up the honey. Trish gave a small, strangled gasp as he slid between her folds, his tongue gliding up to her pulsing clit. He gave it a teasing little lick, loving the sweetness and spice, then moved down again. She moaned in frustration now, felt his satisfied grin against her pussy.

  “Hey,” she admonished him, simply unable to stay quiet. “No laughing while you’re down there.”

  “OK, sorry.” He stroked her with his tongue again, watched as her back arched up off the floor again. “I won’t laugh anymore. I’ll refocus.”

  “You’d better,” she grumbled.

  He went back to dropping slow, hot, lazy kisses on her inner thighs, casually licking her clean of the sticky liquid, and she almost screamed in impatience. She wanted him to just do it already, to just taste her. Her breath was coming faster now, and he rested a steadying hand on her stomach. The other stroked her face, a calming rhythm that she started breathing in time to.

  “Easy, baby,” he rumbled in that amazing voice. “I’ll get you there, I promise. Right now, just enjoy it, and let me enjoy you. We got all the time in the world, sugar, and I ain’t rushin’ a single goddamn thing. Not this first time, not for either one of us.”

  She reached for him, seeking the most intimate of physical contact with Keegan. She found his hands, clutched them both tight. He murmured something she didn’t hear, then he returned to kissing and nibbling her thighs.

  Trish shut her eyes behind the blindfold, amazed at how much she felt by being totally blind. Without knowing how it had happened, her hands were in Keegan’s hair, and she was momentarily taken aback at its softness. She moved through his hair, the strands sliding through her eager, curious fingers. He groaned when she tugged him up to her throbbing sex.

  Emboldened in the darkness, frantic to really know this man, her hands slid down his neck, stopped on his heavily-muscled shoulders. Under her fingertips was unbridled male power, a strength that she knew he was keeping in check, and he was doing it for her. The thought that Keegan was taking care of her touched her deep and she relaxed completely now.

  He felt the internal change and shift that he’d been waiting for: she opened up to him, all the way. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Done playing with her, Keegan lifted her legs, rested one foot on each shoulder. Her calves slid down automatically, pulling him closer. He went willingly, drawn to her aroma and arousal. She was an intoxicating combination of musk and summer rain and honey, and he was instantly addicted. Nothing could ever be as purely sweet as Trish – and she was pure sweetness on every inch of her body.

  Keegan wrapped his arms securely around her thighs now, holding her in place. Finally, finally, he closed his eyes, and fit his mouth to the curves of her most secret flesh. He swept his tongue up and down her lips, dragged it over her aching bundle of nerves, slid it back down, moved back up to her clit. Over and over, he traced this path, slow and patient, until Trish was holding back her moans with her hand.

  He lifted his head, gently tugged her hand away. “Don’t you hold it in, darlin’. You let me hear you. I need to know what you’re feelin’, what I’m doin’ to you.”

  “Oh!” she cried as he delved between her pussy lips again. “Oh, God! Keegan!”

  “That’s it, baby.” He parted her with his thumbs, flattened his tongue and swept it over her soaked centre. “You let loose for me.”

  Almost crazed with the need to hear her come, Keegan zeroed in on her clit. He licked it lightly, sucked it into his mouth, flicked it with hard, fast strokes, rolled it between his lips. Trish had no idea what he was going to do to her next and every sensation was higher, stronger, more intense than the last one.

  Her cries were becoming rhythmic now, as the tension in her body began to pulse. They grew louder, keener, and any reserve that she’d had was long gone. She was lifting her hips to him, giving herself to him. She begged, moaned, gasped. His name fell from her lips over and over again, and he thought he’d never heard anything more amazing in the whole of his life.

  Trish was close – so close. Her heart was pounding wildly, every muscle in her body was tensed in anticipation of orgasm. It was right there, that mind-bending bliss, and she reached for it, desperate and greedy. It was all she wanted and she honestly thought that if she didn’t get it, she’d die right here on this kitchen floor.

  “Keegan,” she said, her voice breaking. “Please… oh, God, please. I – I want –” He sucked her almost-too-sensitive clit in to his mouth again, and she gave a sharp scream. “Keegan! I – I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he said, his voice molten and dark. “And I’m goin’ to give it to you… right… now.”

  With that, Keegan buried his tongue in her body, reaching into her hot, wet heart. He fucked her with his mouth, wishing that it was his cock deep inside Trish’s straining, writhing body, but he’d take this for now. God, she was delicious, and he couldn’t get anywhere near enough of her.

  My little hell-cat with an angel’s smile.

  When she was shaking and begging, seconds away from unraveling under his mouth, that was when he recaptured her little button between his lips, and pressed down. Trish screamed his name, every muscle in her body ready to explode, and he pulled back slightly. She groaned, her body and soul trembling with need. Then he flicked her clit, just once, a fast, firm flick… and she lost it.

  Trish convulsed under his hands, her pussy fluttering and spasming on his tongue. Keegan stayed right there, making sure that she rode the wave all the way, sucking her taut bundle in time to the pulsing he felt against his mouth, knowing that this was real. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding him where she needed him the m
ost, and he fucking loved it. He could die here, just die here and now, and he’d die a happy man.

  Slowly, she sank back down to the floor, gasping for air, still shaking. She felt incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden and he knew it, somehow. Right away, he pulled himself back up and over her trembling body, tugged the tie loose, wiped his mouth on it. He looked into her beautiful eyes and he smiled. She was gazing up at him, and her joy was sparkling bright and clear.

  “OK, baby?” he said gruffly. He was pretty sure she was, but he thought it best to check in.

  “Are you kidding me?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m so OK. I can’t actually think the last time that I was this OK.”

  He laughed, rolled onto his side and pulled her with him. He gathered her close to his massive chest, gave her an affectionate kiss. “You’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

  “Right back at you, big guy.” She looked around now, looked down at herself. There were drips of honey on the spotless floor, streaks of it all over her breasts, stomach, thighs. “Oh, wow. This is a mess, huh?”

  “Messy can be good.” His eyes gleamed as he stroked between her legs with his thick fingers, and she gasped. “Some kinds of messy are sexy as hell, huh?”

  Trish gave a low moan as he lifted his hand to his mouth. He held her heated gaze as he sucked her sweet nectar off his fingers, loving how she tasted on his tongue. Fuck, she was goddamn perfect – she was everything he never thought he’d have, and everything that he’d secretly wished and longed for. She was his deepest, most honest and true heart’s desire.

  “Keegan…”

  “I fuckin’ love how you say my name,” he growled. “Especially when you come… it’s like heaven, baby. Nothin’ better.”

  She blushed and he grinned at her. “OK, sugar.” He stood up, extended his hand. “You’re messy and sticky and I mean all over, and as much as I like that, we need to get you cleaned up before eatin’ and bed.”

  She let him pull her to her feet and hold her to him. “OK.”

  “C’mon,” he murmured into her tousled hair. “Let’s get you into the shower.”