by B. B. Reid
“You are unbelievable. How could my dating life possibly help us find her?”
“Use your fucking head, Shelly. It could have been anyone. We need to explore every option.”
“Isn’t that what the FBI is for?”
“We haven’t heard anything from them in days. They know less than we do. How long before this case goes cold for them?”
I didn’t want to think about that. “There is no one. I told you that.”
His eyes narrowed as his jaw hardened. “If I find out you are lying to me, I will make you pay, and you will never see her again.”
“You can’t keep my daughter from me.”
His hand flashed out to grip my ponytail, pulling my head back until my neck felt as if it would snap. “I can if you’re dead so think hard about who you really need to protect.”
With that, he released my hair and stormed from the room.
There was no reason to put Eric in that kind of danger. The consequences of revealing his name were far too deadly. Eric had never even met Kennedy. I never talked about her to him. I’d always been careful. A part of me never wanted her to mistake anyone as her father and the biggest part was the maternal instinct to protect her. What kind of mother would I be if I brought someone in her life at such a tender age? I wasn’t in love with Eric, and deep down, I knew I never would be.
I had no reason to feel guilty.
I wanted to find her more than I wanted to breathe, but finding her shouldn’t mean the innocent life of another, should it?
I cried myself to sleep thinking about everything I had lost and everything I would still have to sacrifice.
Sometime during the night, my restless sleep turned into an erotic dream. It started with my lips followed by a light touch on my neck. My breasts were begging for attention by the time every inch of my neck was blessed with sensual kisses.
“I want you to open your legs.” Dream me obeyed happily. My legs spread under the command. “Now open your eyes.” The familiar voice floated into my dream, corrupting the bliss and turning it into something real.
Oh, fuck.
My dream wasn’t a dream, and I was currently spread open like a wanton slut.
Keenan stood next to me, shirtless, like a sexy shadow in the darkness. The intention in his dark eyes was very clear even as my vision fought to adjust.
The moonlight highlighted his chest, and I held my breath as the full vision of his chest became clearer. Were those nipple rings? Silver barbells protruded from each of his nipples giving his chest an exotic appeal. Intricate tattoos adorned almost every inch of skin.
It was disturbing how much my body responded to his. Even now, I could feel my sex clench and release with anticipation. I sat up in a panic and desperately pulled the covers up over my body. His t-shirt I turned into a sleep shirt was cut down the middle, revealing my naked body underneath. I choked down the sorrow from the ruined shirt that I could never again find comfort in.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you going to pretend you didn’t know this was coming?”
“I would like to think I have a choice in the matter.”
“You can decide how you want it.” He lifted the covers from my hands and peeled them back, revealing my body once more. “But decide fast because fuck you or hurt you, I’m going to do it all, and when I do, you’ll feel me. I can stretch and fill you over and over until you come, or I can make you scream another way.”
“Keenan…” I could barely manage his name. It didn’t matter anyway when he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and peeled the remains of his shirt from my body.
“Raise your hips.”
Stupidly, I obeyed.
He ran tentative fingers down my already dripping sex although his intentions were less than such. Back and forth, he continued to rub, creating a delicious friction that I fought to hate yet craved. My hips tensed with their need to move against him. My pussy was weeping from the need of him, and all the while, I silently cried into the pillow. I was thankful for my position so he wouldn’t see my tears. He would likely delight in having made me come undone.
I wanted him.
It was a fact as much as it was painful.
“We can’t do this.” It was wrong for so many reasons, and if I gave into him, what would that make me?
“Your pussy tells me you want this even if it is with me. I know your body better than you know yourself. You still belong to me, and I won’t let you forget it again.”
He was wrong. I never forgot it in the four years we’ve been apart, but every day I fought it.
“I haven’t—” It was a good thing his tongue picked that moment to touch my sex or else I would have confessed to it all.
I was a moaning, gasping, writhing mess in no time at all.
“I take back what I said earlier. Your pussy is still the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KEENAN
IT WAS LIKE an explosion of everything wonderful assaulting my taste buds. Her cries drowned out the moans I released in her pussy.
She’d already come once, and I was fighting for a second. Her trembling body was putty in my hands and weak from my mouth.
“Keenan, please.”
That’s it, baby. Beg me. Just a little more.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted. I knew the perfect way to push her over the edge, and it was right where I wanted her.
I strummed my tongue a little faster against her clit, and when her thighs shook uncontrollably, I smiled against her skin.
“Fuck me.”
She whispered it so low, if I hadn’t been listening for that very plea, I would have missed it. I continued to suck up every bit of come from her sex.
The pleasure of knowing she still craved my cock inside her was almost better than payback. She turned around to face me on her knees, reaching for my belt buckle.
My hand on her wrist stopped her. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Confusion and lust were written all over her features.
“I think we’re done here.” I made it out of the bedroom just as her angry scream ripped through the air.
Mission accomplished.
I headed for my father’s liquor cabinet in the basement. I had all of my hope on finding Kennedy in that house tonight just to find another dead end.
A part of me wondered what I would do if I ever found her.
She belonged to me just as much as her mother did, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore my instincts to keep them. Staying away had destroyed me. Walking away wasn’t something I couldn’t do a second time.
I retrieved an unopened bottle with plans of finishing the entire thing by morning and turned back for the stairs. I stopped short at the sight of Sheldon creeping down the stairway.
“What are you doing down here?” I asked with impatience evident in every syllable.
“Where the hell do you get off?” She stopped halfway down the stairs and folded her arms across her breasts. Not ogling them was damn near impossible. She had always been generous in that department. The way they would bounce whenever she rode me was a permanent memory I willingly called on whenever I needed a release.
“I didn’t, but you did. Twice.”
“I ask you to fuck me after you threatened to do it anyway and you walk away?” Humiliation pinked her cheeks even as she stood before me with her head held high.
“You didn’t ask, you begged, but fortunately for you, I got bored.”
The truth was, I walked away because, though I wanted her body, I could see myself really hurting her. I craved it more than I wanted my next meal.
“Whether I asked or begged is irrelevant. Know that you won’t ever touch me again. You did me a favor, really. I’d forgotten how mediocre your fucking can be.” She took a step backward up the stairs, but there was no way in hell I was letting her get away after that.
Call it an ego trip, but it had just gotten her thoroughly fucke
d, but not in the way that she expected.
“Fine. You want to be fucked?” I dropped the bottle, letting it tumble and shatter down the stairs and grabbed her wrist to spin her around, slamming her against the wall of the stairway. Shock and fear tumbled out from her lips as a breathless gasp.
“Let me go.”
“Shut up. If we’re fucking, I want your ass first.”
She must have been extremely pissed to come down completely naked, but it worked to my advantage. I kicked her feet apart and nestled my own between her legs.
“Are you still a virgin?”
Mutely, she nodded. When we were together, I half-heartedly attempted to convince Sheldon to let me take her there, but she had always turned me down. Up until now, I had respected her wishes.
Her breathing was thick and heavy as she braced herself against the wall with both hands seeming to accept what would happen.
We both needed this.
I gripped her jaw hard and applied pressure until she opened up. Slowly, I slipped two fingers inside and ordered her to suck them. Meanwhile, I unbuttoned my belt and jeans and lowered them enough for my cock to slip free. I was still hard and throbbing from eating her pussy. The sight of her naked body only served to harden me even more.
“Enough.” My voice was gruff with lust making my command rougher than I had intended, but the slight tremble down her spine let me know she responded well to it. I slipped my fingers from her and lightly trailed them down her spine.
I sunk down to my knees and gripped her ass in my hands before spreading her so I could feast on the sight of her little pink rosebud.
“Fuck me,” I growled before taking my first taste.
“Oh, God. Keenan, what are you—” Her breath cut short when I sunk two fingers inside her pussy, one at a time—slowly. Simultaneously, I fingered her pussy while eating her ass and enjoyed how she came apart under my attention.
“Come here,” I ordered after rising to my feet. I gripped her hair and turned her around before pushing her to her knees. “Suck me.”
She wasted no time, taking me in her mouth. I held her hair high like a leash while her head bobbed eagerly. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around me. My head fell back, and I released a grunt when I felt my orgasm building. The need to come was strong, but there was only one place I planned to release.
“Stand up.”
She rose to her feet on shaky legs. “After I come in your ass, I’m putting my stamp back where it belongs.” When she opened her mouth to protest, I twisted her nipple and growled, “Don’t fuck with me on this.”
I would reclaim what was mine.
All she could do was nod before I planted her hands against the wall again and spread her legs before bending her over. I took care to lube my cock as much as possible before settling the head against her still wet ass. I had to go slowly since I didn’t have more than our combined saliva as a lubricant.
The heat from her ass, as I began to enter her, inflamed me. Although I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was crying by the uneven hitch in her voice as she gasped each time I sunk deeper.
“Hurts,” she whimpered, and fuck me if it didn’t make my cock grow. I had only just breached her with my cock head.
“That’s because you’re fighting it. Let me in.”
“How?” she cried.
“Stop thinking, that’s how.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and anchored her to me. The move caused her ass to suck me in deeper, and I almost came instantly.
Just a little more.
I slid the fingers of my other hand around until I was touching her pussy, which still dripped despite her protests.
She moaned shakily as I rubbed her there, teasing her and lifting her to a high she had never experienced before and never would unless I allowed it.
“Inside me.”
“What?” I started moving slowly inside her ass. My hips thrust in a rhythm that had been unfamiliar to me for the last four years.
“I want your fingers inside me… please.”
“Why?”
My pace increased infinitesimally. I would introduce her to hard fucking once again, but first, I needed to take my time. I didn’t want this to end until she submitted to me.
“I just need,” she mumbled incoherently,
“My cock?” She leaned her forehead against the wall and nodded, but I was having none of it. I gripped her throat and brought her back flush with my front. “Tell me it’s my cock you need.”
I increased my pace just a little more. Her ass was giving way to my ownership, and soon, she would, too. I just needed the words.
“Say it, baby. Tell me what you feel—” I thrust my fingers deeper inside her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Right here.”
“Fuck… Keenan.”
“Say it,” I barked.
“You own me!” she screamed and convulsed against my fingers as she came.
“That’s right, baby. Your sweet little ass belongs to me, and so do you.”
My rhythm quickly transformed from a slow tease to a forceful pounding. I gave up everything to the fuck.
Her ass welcomed my unforgiving strokes while her screams spurred me. When she could no longer hold herself up, I took her down to her knees. She quickly planted her hands on the steps and braced for my relentless thrusts inside her body.
My fingers were no longer thrusting inside her. Instead, I gripped her hips to pull her deeper onto my cock.
“It’s hurts so good. Oh, baby, I’m going to come,” she pleaded.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock. I want to feel your ass suck me in.”
Her legs shook and her breath came out in shorts gasps as she came hard forcing me to follow after and empty inside her.
The force of our orgasms seemed to suck the strength out of us both as we collapsed on the stairs.
We’d fallen asleep where we were on the staircase, and it was my phone ringing sometime later that woke me up.
“Yeah?” I grumbled lazily into the phone. I wasn’t even sure I had answered until the caller spoke two words that made my heart stop.
“Lake’s gone.”
I jumped up immediately and pulled up my jeans. Sheldon started to come to when I yelled into the phone. “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”
“I mean she slipped out sometime during the night,” Dash gritted.
“Night? Wait… What time is it?”
“It’s after six in the morning. What the fuck are you doing over there?”
“Nothing,” I answered a little too quickly. “I was asleep.”
“What’s going on?” Sheldon mumbled sleepily.
“Is that my sister?” Dash yelled through the phone.
“Is that Dash?” I nodded quietly to her before ordering her upstairs. For once, she listened without argument.
“Have you called her?”
“Several times. She won’t pick up, but I know she sees me calling because she keeps sending me to voicemail.”
“Why would she leave?”
“Probably because Keiran rejected her visit again.”
I clenched my eyes closed and swore. “He’s going to kill us and then her.”
“Yeah, and sooner than you think. We managed to convince the private investigator and the hospital to drop the charges.”
“How?”
“Money. How else?”
“So when is he being released?”
“In three hours.”
“Fuck!” I shouted. “So we have three hours to find her. Have you tried her aunt?”
“I’m on my way there now.”
“I’m on my way.” I hung up without saying more and ran full speed up the stairs to the first level, hooked a right, and ran up the second set of stairs.
“What’s going on?” Sheldon asked as she pulled on her jeans from yesterday.
“What are you doing?” I stopped short and glared down at her. Sheldon was average height while I was tall,
and I used it to my advantage each time I sought to intimidate her.
“I’m getting dressed. I can’t exactly go home naked, can I?”
“You’re not going anywhere, so naked shouldn’t be a problem. Think of this as your home until we find Ken.”
“Don’t call her that. You don’t get that privilege.”
“As the man who fertilized your egg, I think I do.”
“But that’s all you were.” Her voice rose with each word as she yanked on her clothes.
“Because the bitch who birthed her didn’t try to inform me that she had my baby.”
“Don’t blame me because you’re a coward. What was I supposed to do? Search all over the world? Turn over every rock you might have crawled under?”
“Yes,” I answered simply. “It’s what I would have done if you had run away—if you do run away.”
She planted her hands on her hips and regarded me coolly. “Is that a threat?”
I walked up to her until my chest was flush with hers. I gripped her chin gently and lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. “It’s a threat, a promise, a commitment, and a vow. Take it seriously, baby, because if you ever leave, I will find you, but I can’t promise you will survive it.”
“I miss the old you,” she whispered unexpectedly. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable.
“That’s too bad because he’s gone.” A broken heart couldn’t be mended.
“Forever?”
“Yeah, baby. Forever.”
She slipped her chin from my fingers and took a step back. “Then there’s nothing left to say. I’m leaving.”
I nodded once, and she seemed to take that as acceptance, but when I picked her up and tossed her on the bed, she screamed and fought.
“Be still, or I’ll fuck you right here, and this time I won’t wait for permission.”
“You wouldn’t rape me.” The fear evident in her eyes belied her challenge.
“Oh, yeah? Try me.”
“I’ll fight you.”
“I’ll like it.”
She fell silent and still, so without another word, I ripped the jeans from her body and stood up. On the way out, I picked up the rest of her clothes and stormed out, slamming the door behind me for good measure.
Regret snuck up on me as I leaned against the door. If I could kick my own ass, I would. I sounded like a creep even to my own ears, but what was I supposed to do?
