Adoring Keaton: A Stand-Alone Friends-to-Lovers MM Romance (The Kennedy Boys Book 9)

by Siobhan Davis

  “Everything’s fine, Kev. Chill. I just need a favor.”

  “Okay.” I hear a door close in the background. “What do you need?”

  “Can you send me one of those detector devices? For checking for bugs and hidden cameras.”

  Deathly silence greets my request. “If you’re in some kind of trouble, I—”

  “I know I can come to you,” I say, cutting across him, because I don’t want to outwardly lie. “But I’m fine. Some asshole’s been on my case, but I’m handling it. I just want to make sure he hasn’t been in my place.”

  Austen’s eyes are glued to mine and he’s listening to every word.

  “This isn’t giving me the warm fuzzies,” Kev says. “You sure there isn’t something I need to know?”

  He’s offering me an opening, and I want to take it, but I can’t. Not yet. “I’m almost twenty-one, Kev. I can handle things myself. As soon as I can’t, I’ll let you know. For now, I just need your help with this.”

  A heavy sigh echoes down the line. “Okay,” he finally says. “I’ll text you a link to an app you can install on your phone. Just shut your curtains and block out all light and walk around your place with it on. It’ll beep and flash red if there is any hidden surveillance equipment in your place. If there is, I expect you to call me back ASAP.”

  “I will. I promise. Thanks.”

  “Okay, bro.”

  “Give my love to Cheryl.”

  We hang up, and I face my boyfriend as I wait for Kev’s message to arrive. “That was my brother Keven.”

  “I surmised that much,” Austen says, tilting his head to one side. “He’s the computer genius.”

  I nod. “He’s also an FBI agent, but that’s not something that is common knowledge.” His bosses understand the importance of keeping his profession a secret, so the couple of occasions a photographer has captured a pic of him at a scene, they have shut it down fast, but it’s only a matter of time before the public finds out.

  “Wow. That’s pretty cool.”

  I grin. “It is. Especially because he was a computer hacker and he probably should’ve ended up in jail for some of the stunts he pulled, but instead he was so shit-hot the FBI made him a deal in exchange for immunity.”

  “I look forward to meeting him. He sounds like he might have some interesting stories to share.” Austen grabs my hip, pulling me in closer. “But what I really want to know is why the fuck you haven’t asked your brother to help with Brock? I’m guessing he could make it go away like that.” He clicks his fingers.

  “He probably could, but I—” I hang my head, unable to say it.

  “You’re embarrassed,” Austen says, his voice softening.

  I nod, raising my eyes to his. “It would mean telling my family I’m gay, because I couldn’t just tell Keven. It wouldn’t be fair to ask him to keep it a secret even though I know he’d do it in a heartbeat.”

  “Your brother sounds awesome.”

  “He is. He’s done so much for our family. I always know he has my back.”

  Austen holds the nape of my neck. “Then you need to tell your family. Stop torturing yourself unnecessarily. If Keven can help make this go away, it’s a no-brainer.”

  “I’m working up to it,” I admit, hating how weak I feel. I know Austen is right. I’ve thought the same thing a hundred times. “In the meantime, we just have to be careful in public so we don’t give Brock any additional ammunition to come after either of us.”

  Austen drills a hole in my skull, and I know he wants to say more, but he also won’t push me out of my comfort zone.

  My cell pings, and I open the message from my brother, clicking on the link to download the app.

  After a few tense beats, he nods, and I release the breath I’d been holding.

  “I’m going to get Gia to pay me a visit,” he adds.

  My stomach plummets to my toes. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Actually, I do.” He trails his fingers along the downy hairs at the base of my neck, and I bite back a moan. That feels so damn good. “I need to tell her about us. She needs to understand our fake relationship is coming to an end.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Keaton

  “Wait. What?” I splutter. “We agreed we were keeping it secret. I can’t—”

  He silences me with a kiss, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, nestling between his legs as he kisses the shit out of me.

  “I know you’re not ready to face up to things yet,” he says when we finally surface for air. “And I will never force you to say or do anything, but it’ll happen at some point, and I need to prepare Gia. She has a right to know I’m in a relationship.”

  When he puts it like that, it makes sense. And I can’t deny how happy I am knowing he sees a future for us. Enough to tell his best friend already. “Okay.” I trust Austen to do this the right way.

  “She can do us this one last favor,” he adds, rubbing his thumb along my swollen lower lip. “And, besides, I want her to meet you.”

  “He wants me to meet his friends,” I drawl as warmth suffuses my chest.

  Austen pulls me closer, and our crotches collide. His hard dick presses against mine through our clothes, and I love knowing he’s aroused from kissing as much as I am.

  “I do,” he says, his hand flattening over my ass. “And I want to meet yours.”

  “You already have.” I swivel my hips against his. “Seb, Mol, and Kate are my only friends outside of my family.”

  “You don’t have friends from high school?”

  I shake my head. “There were a few guys I hung around with, but they were only acquaintances. I find it hard letting people into my life because they always want something from me. I had my brothers, Faye, and Melissa, and I didn’t need anyone else,” I explain. “At least, not back then. Now, it’s different. I want to trust people. To let more in. But it’s hard, especially after what happened with Brock because I don’t trust my own judgment anymore.”

  He rubs his nose against mine. “I hate that for you, and I wish it was easier, but I can relate. I had no problem making friends in high school. Sure, I lost some when I came out, but they were never true friends anyway. Since coming to Berkeley, I’ve found it harder to find genuine people. It’s why I haven’t really mixed with anyone outside of the football team. Too many want to use me to get to the guys, or they want to jump my bones purely because I’m a football player.”

  “Just another reason why we’re so good together,” I say, as the thought occurs to me. “We’re both dealing with similar trust issues.”

  “Good thing we’ve got each other, right?” Austen grabs my ass in his hands, pulling me onto his hard cock. “See what you do to me?” His eyes dilate, and my cock throbs behind my jeans. “I’m permanently horny around you.”

  Crashing my lips against his, I push my tongue into his gorgeous mouth so I can taste him. Our hips rock together, and precum leaks from the tip of my cock. “Want to take this to bed?” I murmur into his ear, grazing my teeth along the column of his neck, inhaling the citrusy scent of his cologne.

  “I need a shower first,” he says, straightening up and folding his hand around mine. A wicked glint appears in his eye. “Shower with me?”

  I don’t need to be asked twice, but there’s something we must attend to. “I’d like that. But we check for surveillance equipment first.”

  After we’ve checked for bugs, and come up empty-handed, thank fuck, we race to Austen’s bedroom. I slam into his back when he comes to an abrupt stop in the middle of his bedroom. “What the hell, man?” I ask, my voice muffled against his back.

  “You got me a new chair.” He twists around to look at me.

  “I’ve heard you complaining, and I’ve felt your sore shoulder muscles. I spoke to my mom. She’s into all that ergonomic shit. She had a couple spare chairs left over after furnishing her new office space. She sent me that one for you.”

  Austen circles his arms around me
, hugging me close. “Thanks, babe.”

  I shrug, staring into the swirling depths of his green eyes. “It’s only a chair.”

  “It’s more than just a chair.” He kisses me softly, but it’s not long before it heats up, and we’re grinding against each other again, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

  “I need your cock,” Austen says, palming my erection through my jeans. He tugs on my other hand, pulling me toward his en suite bathroom. “Shower. Now.”

  We strip our clothes off in record time, and I watch Austen’s butt cheeks flex as he leans in to turn the shower on.

  I want his ass.

  Imagining pushing my dick inside of him has more precum leaking from the tip of my cock, and if I don’t rein myself in, I’ll come like a teenager watching porn for the first time.

  Water gushes from the showerhead as Austen looks over his shoulder, his lips twitching when he sees my lust-coated gaze. He steps into the shower stall, ducking his head under the pounding water, and I walk toward him in slow motion, enjoying the view.

  Austen tilts his head up, closing his eyes, as water sprays across his face, dripping down over the corded muscle of his shoulders, gliding down his firm chest, trailing over the ink on his upper torso and arms, and trickling through the crevices in his toned six-pack.

  My hands are on his body the instant I join him, my palms sliding up and down his chiseled chest, my mouth parted in awe. “Your body is insane, man.” Taking the bodywash from the shelf, I dump a load in my hand, lifting my eyes to his. “I want to wash you.”

  “Work away,” he says, his voice oozing like molten chocolate.

  Lathering the liquid in my hands, I rub the frothing wash all over his chest and his arms. Water runs down one side of me as I trail my hands over Austen’s ripped biceps and the sinewy muscle of his lower arms. Air hisses through his teeth when our dicks brush together, both straining to the point of pain. My eyes lock on his as I grip his hard dick, washing it slowly, my fingers twisting in his dark pubes, tracing a line down the defined V indents on either side of his hips. His eyes roll back in his head before he moves his mouth toward mine.

  Fighting a grin, I sink to my knees, enjoying the heated frustration etched across his face at my denial. I wash his powerful thighs with care, savoring every second of this intimate moment.

  I have always known I’m a relationship kind of guy. Even though my relationship with Melissa was complicated, and it was never about intimacy or sex with us, I enjoyed sharing the mundane things with her. I enjoyed her company, and there was a certain comfort in having her by my side.

  But this.

  This is on a whole other playing field.

  It’s only early days in our relationship, but I’m already addicted to Austen Hayes. I want to spend every second of my free time with him, getting to know him inside and out. Exploring his body is only one part of it. I want to know what makes him tick. To understand who he is on a deeper level. To experience a new side of him as my boyfriend. To finally let go of my inhibitions and the restraints preventing me from truly living.

  I finish washing his legs and his feet and I stand, pressing the length of my body flush against his. He rocks his hips into mine, and we move as one, our teeth gnashing when our lips meet in a frenzied kiss I feel in every part of my body.

  Austen walks me back until my spine hits the tiled wall. Sliding one hand up my chest, he lightly grips my throat, pressing in gently, and I whimper into his mouth. I squeeze his ass cheeks before sliding my fingers up and down his crack. Our cocks slide against one another and stars burst behind my eyelids.

  I have never been so turned on in my life.

  Never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck my boyfriend right now.

  Austen’s tongue plunders my mouth, and I can barely breathe with the brutal way he’s kissing me, but I never want it to end.

  My fingers prod at his puckered hole, and adrenaline courses through my veins as anticipation elevates to coronary-inducing proportions.

  Austen’s hand around my throat tightens as my two fingers breach his asshole, dipping inside. His hips jerk against mine, and I throw an arm out, gripping the edge of the shower as my feet slip a little.

  “Damn, Keats.” Austen’s mouth moves to my jaw, and he nips and sucks his way to my neck.

  I suck in greedy lungsful of air, cautioning my dick to calm down before I prematurely shoot my load. My fingers move deeper inside Austen’s ass, and he curses. Raising his head, he pins me with eyes so full of dark desire they are almost black. “Fuck me, man. I want your cock inside me.”

  Nervous excitement bubbles in my chest. I’ve only done this one other time. With a one-night stand, and I didn’t enjoy it as much as I’d hoped because the guy was a stranger, and I was missing a genuine connection with the person writhing underneath me. I know this will be completely different, and while I’m dying to fuck Austen, I’m worried it won’t live up to the standards he’s come to expect.

  “Don’t get lost in your head,” he says, holding my face in his large palms. “I want this with you. There is no comparison,” he adds, proving how well he knows me. “I already know it’s going to be amazing, because it’s you.” He kisses me passionately, and my heart swells to bursting point.

  I’m falling so hard for this guy, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but I’m terrified because it means I’ve got so much to lose if I screw this up.

  I won’t screw it up, I promise myself. He wants me for me, and I never have to hide with him.

  “I’m nervous,” I admit, tearing my lips from his. “I want to make it good for you.”

  Austen grabs my hand, circling it around his thick shaft. “Feel how hard you make me. And that’s just from thoughts of your dick in my ass. There is no way this won’t blow my mind. Trust me, Keats.” He rubs his nose against mine. “Trust yourself.” He takes my hand, leading me out of the shower. “We’ve got this.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Keaton

  We crash onto the bed, limbs entangled, beads of water dripping off both our bodies onto the comforter because we are in too much of a hurry to dry off. We lie on our sides, arms and legs entwined, rubbing our dicks together as we thrust forward with mounting need. Austen bites down on my lower lip, and desire coils low in my groin, tightening my dick until it feels like all the blood in my body exists in my cock.

  “I need inside you now, man,” I rasp.

  Austen sits up, opening the drawer of his nightstand, tossing condoms and lube on the bed. I reach for a rubber, but he grabs my wrist, stalling me. “Let me.” I kneel in front of him as he slowly rolls the condom on my aching dick, softly biting his shoulder as he gets me ready. He lubes my condom-covered dick before lying flat on his back, easing his slick fingers between the cheeks of his ass.

  “I want to do that.” I pour the silicone-based liquid on my palms, smothering my fingers with lube before I crouch down between his thighs.

  Austen spreads his legs, propping up on his elbows to watch as I insert two fingers into his ass. He’s tight, but his muscles relax as I work my fingers in and out of his puckered hole. He hisses when I add a third finger, and my nose nuzzles his ball sack. I lick and suck his balls as my fingers pump harder and faster in his tight hole, and I’m so aroused I don’t even realize I’m dry humping the sheets as I prep my lover.

  “Keaton.” Austen’s voice is rigid with restraint, and I know what he needs.

  Me.

  My cock.

  All the way inside his ass.

  Adding more lube to my dick, I squeeze the base of my shaft to control myself as I lean over him, kissing him on the mouth. Austen falls back to the bed as I hover over him, my fingers still stroking his ass, while my lips worship his gorgeous mouth. I pull back when it’s clear neither of us can wait a second longer. “How do you want this?”

  “Like this,” he says, grabbing my ass and pulling my dick against his opening. “Put one of my legs on your sh
oulder,” he commands, as I straighten up, withdrawing my fingers and getting into position.

  My body is wound tight with nerves, my cock harder than it’s ever been as I line my dick up with his ass, placing his right leg on my shoulder. Austen tucks his left leg up and out to the side, opening himself fully to me. His eyes don’t leave mine as I slowly inch inside him. His hands are locked behind his head, and every part of him is relaxed and at ease as he watches me enter his body.

  “Oh fuck.” I hold myself still once I’m all the way inside, wanting to commit this moment to memory.

  “Come here.” His voice reverberates with raw sex, and I lean down, slanting my mouth against his. He devours my mouth the way one might devour a plate of rich, sinful chocolate cake. Our eyes meet as my cock pulses inside him, and his dick jerks against my stomach.

  “You feel so good in me. This feels so good.” He grabs the back of my neck, yanking my mouth to his for a hard, fast kiss. “But I need you to fuck me now, Keaton. Fuck me real hard, man. I want you to pound my ass, and stroke my prostate, until I see stars.”

  I need no further invitation, and I sit back up, rolling my hips as I start to move inside him. The sounds leaving Austen’s mouth as I rut into him are purely animalistic, and I press his left leg back as I rise slightly on my feet, ramming my cock into him as deep as it will go. The way his ass hugs my dick is out of this world, and sex has never been this good for me.

  Our eyes blaze a trail over one another as I screw him into the bed, driving my dick deeper and harder with each thrust. His cock bobs against his stomach, and I move back to my knees, pumping into him from the same angle, while I grip his erection and stroke his hard length in sync with my thrusts. Sweat coasts down my spine and beads on my chest and my brow as I rock inside him, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire.