Keegan (Wounded Hero Book 1)

by Marysol James

  “Kiss me again, kiss me over and over,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Get me naked and then make love to me. Take me until I don’t even know my own name anymore.”

  Her words – so sweet and yet so hot – sent sparks of light and electricity all through his body. He was instantly, immediately, erect and throbbing.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, cupping her shining face between his hands. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby, and more than once. You’re goin’ to beg me to stop, even as you beg me for more.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I want all of it… all of you. Please, Keegan.”

  Unable to hang on to his control for even one second longer, he brought his mouth crashing down on to hers. This kiss wasn’t soft or gentle, not at all. It was harsh and demanding, as all of their pent-up need and desire was finally given permission to break loose. Their tongues stroked, licked, teased, and the heat between them rose.

  Trish moaned into his mouth as he pushed her backwards one relentless step at a time, his mouth hungry and devouring hers, until she felt the soft living room carpet beneath her feet. He lowered her onto her back, supporting her the whole way down to the floor, then covered her twisting, writhing body with his. His impatient hands moved over her taut stomach and stroked her lower lips through lace and cotton. She was soaked already, and the scent of her arousal was as sweet and heady and earthy as the cinnamon and caramel surrounding them. He felt his cock spasm in response and he shuddered.

  Oh, Christ. I'm not going to last with her... no goddamn way.

  When his fingers found her swollen clit, Trish’s whole body tensed. Even through the material of her underwear, his touch felt like fire. She needed all the barriers between them gone, craved skin on skin, ached to be totally, gloriously naked with this man. And she needed it now.

  Her movements clumsy, she lifted his t-shirt over his head, fumbled with the snap on his jeans. He helped her and together, they shoved the denim down his legs, pulled off his boxers. Trish sucked in a tortured breath at the sight of his gorgeous cock, so hard and big, and all hers. She reached out and touched him, loving his groans as she pumped his length slowly, then faster. Drops of pre-cum glistened at the head, and she couldn't stop herself from tasting him.

  Keegan thought he’d explode the second her lips wrapped around him. She sucked at the tip greedily, flicked her tongue over his liquid arousal. That was all good, but when her hot mouth slid down his whole length, it was too good. His hands went to the back of her head and locked her in place.

  “No more.” His voice was guttural. “I can't take it, baby.”

  She smiled and in response, swirled her tongue.

  Helplessly Keegan arched which pushed him deeper into her hot little mouth – which didn't help matters in the slightest. “Trish...no... I don't want to come like this. Not this first time with you in weeks. Please.”

  She took pity on him now and withdrew torturously slowly, holding his eyes as she did. He held his breath the whole way, praying for control, feeling like he was always praying for that around Trish. When she released him, he felt the oddest combination of relief and regret.

  “I really wanted to do that for a while longer,” she said. “I love having you in my mouth... love hearing you go crazy when I do it.”

  Another spasm rocked him and Keegan shut his eyes, fighting not to come just at her words. “You need to stop talkin’, baby.”

  “Why?” she teased him. “You got some other use for my mouth, handsome?”

  In response, he kissed her again, even more savagely than he'd done before. Right away, she melted into him, loving his passion and dominance. Desperate to feel her silky smoothness, he literally ripped her sexy little lingerie set right off her body: he broke her bra clasp in his haste to get to her breasts, threw her panties to one side with a tearing sound. His mouth was everywhere now, worshipping every inch of her pale, perfect body. Trish gave cry after cry as he consumed her completely: he bit her neck, circled her nipples, licked her belly button. When his tongue dipped inside her pussy, she clutched him closer, moaning.

  “Keegan... I'm there already. I'm – I'm... oh, God!”

  Her orgasm shook her with its intensity, and she screamed both her surprise and her release: she'd never come so fast in her life. God, he'd barely gotten started, and she was a shuddering, sobbing mess on the floor. The waves washed her away and left her gasping for air, and Keegan stayed with her the whole time, his tongue fused to her clit. When her body relaxed and she slumped to the floor, he kissed her inner thighs, loving how the muscles jumped under his lips.

  “OK, baby?” he said, his hands moving over her breasts.

  She gave a breathless laugh. “Uh. Yes.”

  He rose above her now, his hands roughly caressing her face. She was still panting, her golden hair spread under and around her like a halo and the sight of her like this – flushed and sated and achingly angelic – made his heart almost break in two with love for her.

  “Trish.” His hands stilled. “So fuckin’ beautiful. You just don't know.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes at his words and he smiled, knowing that they weren't tears of unhappiness or hurt or fear.

  “You make me feel beautiful.” Her voice broke. “God Keegan… the way you look at me sometimes.”

  “I love you.” His hand was between her legs again, parting her lips like delicate, perfect petals. “I need to be in here, baby. I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes.” She opened her legs wider. “I can't wait any more. I need this – I need you. I love you... so damn much.”

  She lifted her head from the floor and claimed his mouth and as soon as she did, Keegan was a complete and total goner. For the past two months, he'd imagined what it would be like to make love to Trish again. He'd fantasized feverishly about every single dirty, hot thing he'd like to do to her when he got her in his arms again. He'd fully intended to take things slow with her, to undress her and stretch her out on a bed, to cherish and worship every inch of her. He'd wanted to really take his time and get to know her body again, to explore her at his leisure. But Trish was making it impossible: she was moving against him, rubbing her slick pussy against his cock, begging against his lips in hot murmurs.

  Gasping for breath, Keegan tore his mouth away, needing to ask the question even though he was fairly certain that her body was already screaming the answer: “Fast or slow, baby?”

  “Fast.” She moved her hands down his body restlessly, trying to pull him as close as possible. “I'm so ready... I can't wait.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. Besides –” She grinned up at him. “I have to get back to the caramel topping.”

  “Smart ass,” Keegan growled. “I should deny you what you want for sayin’ that.”

  “Huh.” She pressed against him again, rolled her hips and felt his helpless response. “You really think that you can, honey cake?”

  “Oh, shut up.” Keegan knew when he was beat and he fought back a grin when she giggled. “Self-denial and abstinence ain’t always good, right?”

  “Right,” she agreed solemnly. “Sometimes we just have to do what we have to do.”

  “Amen, sugar.”

  He retrieved his jeans and got a condom from his wallet. She giggled again when she saw that.

  “In your wallet? Really?”

  “I didn't know when the mood would strike us and I wanted to be prepared. In case we decided to go for it in the café backroom, let's say.”

  “I thought about that,” she mused. “More than once and as recently as last night.”

  “Oh, so did I.” He rolled on the condom. “But this is good, too.”

  "It is.” She opened her arms to him, needing them to be filled with his muscle and tenderness. “Love me, Keegan. Make me feel how much you love me.”

  He didn't need to be asked twice. He lay down on his side and pulled Trish to face him, draped her leg over his hip. She gave a gasp as his cock
nudged her slick entrance, and then in one hard push, impatient and done waiting, he was inside her. Her nails bit into his shoulders as he thrust deep, then he paused to let her body adjust. It didn't take long: her body remembered his and had missed it, and Keegan felt her warmth and softness welcome him home.

  He pulled back a bit and then re-entered her, watching her face as he did. She bit her lip, her eyes blazing with desire and need. He lowered his head and kissed her, his hips moving more quickly already. He wasn't going to last much longer, and he didn't even try to fight it anymore. She was murmuring that she wanted to see him come, that she wanted him to just let go, and her words started his body shaking.

  “I'm – I’m going to come again, which I just cannot believe,” she whispered, burying her face in his chest. “Babe, please…”

  He let himself go now and drove into her as hard as he could, angling his hips until she caught her breath and threw her head back.

  “There – there! Oh, my God.” Her eyes closed, her lips parted. “Keegan…”

  He wrapped his large arms around her, holding her in place. One hand was splayed across her back, supporting her; the other was gripping her ass, pulling her closer, tighter, to meet his plunges. He took total control of her body, moving her the way he wanted her, and she loved every second of it. She felt as limp as a rag doll, and she couldn't do anything but hold on to him and let him take her there.

  As her climax approached, Trish heard herself start to give cries in time with his rhythmic movements. She covered her mouth to quiet her own voice, to muffle her impending release, but he didn't want that. He tangled his one hand in her long hair, pulled her head back to meet his eyes.

  “Don’t,” he rasped. “You let me hear how much you love it, baby.”

  He twisted his hips and a small scream escaped her lips at the burst of sensation. He groaned as her pussy clutched at him, driving him closer to the edge with every sweet ripple.

  “Yeah, that's it.” He slammed into her now, over and over, seconds away from coming. “Come for me, sugar. Come with me…”

  With a loud cry, she did. She knew he was there too, because his whole body went as hard as rock, every muscle locked and tensed. Then he pushed his face into her throat and gave a shout that sounded as if it came from someplace deep inside, someplace that was set free with his cry. His whole length was pulsing inside of her clenching pussy, and she felt his heart pounding in time to his release. She pressed her lips to his tattooed chest, kissed the fresh scar on his shoulder, loving him in his abandon.

  Keegan sucked in air like a drowning man, stunned at how good it felt to be with her, how fucking right. When he kissed her again, it was without all the urgency of their earlier kisses. This time, he was tender, careful. She responded sweetly, almost shyly, and he pulled away to push her hair off her face.

  “You with me, Trish?”

  “Yes.” She gave a small shudder as her pussy rippled in a small aftershock. “Oh…what…”

  “Oh, fuck.” He rolled his hips a bit and her muscles twitched again. “You're still comin’.”

  She whimpered as her inner muscles gave another tiny spasm, and Keegan gave another gentle thrust. She couldn't believe it – this had never happened to her before, and it took a few minutes for her body to stop clenching and releasing on him completely. Every time her pussy flickered, he pushed back, making her shudder and moan. Finally, her body seemed totally satisfied, and she relaxed fully. That was when he pulled out, and they both sighed.

  They held each other quietly, still lying on the floor. At last, Keegan got carefully to his feet, finding his center and balance on his prosthesis, and extended his hand to her.

  “Shall we take this to the bed?” he said.

  “Yes, I think so.” She blinked up at him innocently as he helped her up in one strong movement. “I feel like I need a nap.”

  “If you think we’re gonna be sleepin’ baby, you’d better give that pretty little head one hell of a shake.”

  He led her to the bedroom and when he shoved her down on his bed, his desire for her already heating up all over again, Trish wondered if they'd actually leave this bed again for longer than five minutes before he had to get to the bakery and she had to get back to Meredith the next morning.

  And as it turned out – except for icing the cake and feeding it to each other before having wild sex on the kitchen floor – they didn’t.

  Epilogue

  At midnight, Trish lay in Keegan’s arms, watching the snow falling outside his bedroom window. He was stroking her back in lazy, meandering movements that still somehow felt possessive. She sighed, and his hand stilled.

  “Doin’ OK?" he asked her quietly. “I wasn't too rough?”

  She smiled, a bit amused that he was still worried about this. Yes, the most recent time he'd taken her hard against the bedroom wall... but that’s what she'd begged for. That's what she'd wanted. That's what she'd needed.

  “I'm fine. Really.” She kissed his gorgeous chest, kissed his lips. “I loved every second of it, I swear to you. You don't need to worry, handsome... I promise that I'm good.”

  She felt his whole large body fully relax now, and he nodded. She propped her chin in her hand and got up on one elbow, looked down at him in the half-light. He gazed right on back at her, those eyes warm and adoring.

  “What's up, baby?” he asked her gruffly. “You ready for round four? Or – five? I’m losin’ track.”

  “In a minute.”

  “You got something else to do right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “OK.” He grinned at her, thinking for about the hundredth time that her being back in his life and his bed was nothing short of a miracle. “What is it?”

  “I did something today that I want to tell you about.”

  “You – oh, man.” He sat up now, pretty pissed at himself that he’d been so easily distracted. “I completely forgot that you were goin’ to talk to Kelly today about that part-time assistant job. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s OK. We got a bit… erm… carried away.”

  “Sure did, darlin’,” he drawled. “You lookin’ all cute and sexy bakin’ a caramel cake made my mind go blank for a bit.”

  “Oh, I know.” She batted her eyelashes. “More blank than usual even.”

  “Sassy.” He gave her a light tap on her butt and she laughed. “OK… so?”

  “So.” Trish sat up too. “You’re looking at the newest assistant at Killigan and Amos.”

  “For real?”

  “Yep. I mean, it’s nothing much, you know. It’s literally carrying coffee to and from Kelly’s meetings and photocopying and filing and typing and answering Kelly’s phone for her. I mean – it’s not rocket-science and it’s sure not anything crazy-prestigious. But Kelly got that amazing promotion and now she needs a second assistant two days a week and well… I still can’t believe that she actually chose me. The city is crawling with hot young things with years of PA experience dying to get in the door. She could’ve hired any one of them.”

  “Yeah, well, she knows that you ain’t exactly breakin’ your neck in a rush to go back to waitressin’, even though you’d do it for the paycheck, but somethin’ scheduled and predictable is better for you and Meredith. It ain’t riches but it’ll be a nice way to get some money set aside and saved up.”

  “It is,” Trish agreed. “Nora wants the extra hours and anyway, it will be an amazing change to be someplace so professional. You know? With laptops and paintings on the wall and office chairs. I’ve never, ever worked anyplace like that. I know that most people think of office life as a dead-end or soul-sucking, but I’m kind of excited about it. I’m just a bit worried about –” She broke off her words, looking embarrassed.

  “Worried about what, baby?”

  “Ummm. My clothes.” Trish bit her lip as she mentally rifled through her wardrobe and emerged with two blouses and her black catering dress pants that could maybe be considered appropriate; sadly, she
was shit out of luck on the skirt and blazer and shoe front. “I don’t – I don’t have much that’s OK for a law office.”

  “That’s why we’re goin’ shoppin’ this weekend,” Keegan said. “My treat.”

  “Oh, I can’t let you –”

  “You can and you will,” Keegan growled at her. “It ain’t up for debate or even discussion. You need some clothes and I’m gettin’ them for you, end of.”

  “But you’ve done so much for me,” she protested. “Can we at least agree that I’ll pay you back when I get some money saved up?”

  “Nope,” he said airily. “I ain’t takin’ a nickel.”

  “Keegan –”

  “‘Keegan’ nothin’,” he cut her off. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done for me? What you still do for me every day? And I ain’t talkin’ about what we’ve been doin’ for the past four hours, Trish, ‘cause it ain’t about sex.”

  “No,” she said quietly. “I guess I don’t.”

  “Jesus, woman,” he huffed. “Have I really not made it clear how I feel about you and what you mean to me?”

  She blinked up at him, taken aback at his vehemence. “Well – yes. I mean, in general terms, sure.”

  “OK, then let me be specific: I’ll do anythin’ – anythin’ – to make you happy and support you in whatever you want from this life. I’ll kick the head in of anyone who hurts you, or threatens you, or makes you feel like you’re less than them. I’ll always have your back and anythin’ you need, you just ask and I’ll find a way to make it happen, no matter what.”

  “Keegan –”

  “Not done sugar, so hush up.”

  She hushed up.

  “I’m proud of you all the time,” he continued. “I’m actually fuckin’ amazed by you, and love watchin’ you do new stuff and push yourself and grow. I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every mornin’, and talk to you in between ‘cause I like you and you make me laugh every day. I fuckin’ love you and need you, baby, and you’d better know that you’re the brightest, most beautiful damn thing in my whole world. You’d better know all of that but if you don’t, I’ll tell you every single goddamn day until it gets through that gorgeous head of yours.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “We clear now?”