His Christmas Baby: A Friends to Lovers Romance
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My own body responded, but I pushed that to the back of my mind for many reasons. Tonight it wasn’t what he needed. Turning off the water, I dried him off and ignored the slowly expanding erection right in front of me. Mostly .
“Anything I can do to make you feel better ?”
“Such as?” His eyes were so dark and cold. Distant. I could have been anyone the way he looked me, which only strengthened my resolve not to sleep with him tonight. But I could make him feel better, or at least sleep better .
I didn’t bother answering since his cock was hard and jerking right at my eye level. I took hold of his length with one hand, admiring how hard and soft it was at once. How long and thick, marveling at how it even fit inside me. Cupping his balls with my other hand, my pussy wept at the growl that sounded above me and I moved in closer and closer, swirling my tongue around the swollen head of his cock. Keane hissed out a breath and I took him deeper, almost to the back of my throat before hollowing out my cheeks .
“Fiona,” he growled and tangled his fingers into my hair, gripping hard enough to bring tears to my eyes .
The pain shot straight to my pussy and I looked up at him, taking him as deep as I could. As deep as he needed to go. When Keane took over I felt worried at first, knowing that men often got a little too eager during blow jobs but he was…Keane. Gentle and forceful all at once as he gripped my head and slowly thrust deep into my mouth, down my throat. Trying to swallow around his impressive size only made him harder, more determined and his hips moved faster, deeper into me. The harder and faster he fucked my mouth, the wetter I became and by the time he slid all the way in and streams of his come shot down my throat, my panties were soaked through. I swallowed every drop and brought him back down with slow, soft licks until his hips stilled .
“Fi,” he said, voice thick with emotion .
I stood and wiped the corners of my mouth with a smug smile. “You should get some rest.” I pushed at his chest until he fell on the bed and then I covered him, like some doting girlfriend. Hating that pathetic thought, I gave him one last look. “Good night Keane.” And instead of curling up beside his strong, warm body like I desperately wanted to, I gave him the space his silence indicated he wanted .
I slept alone .
And I fucking hated it. Too bad I needed to get used to it again .
Keane
I woke up feeling oddly refreshed in the quiet darkness of my room, stretching my body in wonder when I felt the ache in my knuckles. Then it all came back to me. The shit that had gone down the night before in the sub-basement level of one of our buildings. I’d caught up with a Red Shamrock last night and I needed information from the asshole and he refused to give it up, no matter what I did to him. He took dozens of hits to the face and gut without revealing anything. I would have been impressed if I didn’t need that info so fucking bad. It had been a bust so I came here, certain Fiona would be furious for being left alone for so long .
Instead she’d been instantly concerned about me, caring and firm, giving me just what I needed even though I hadn’t realized it at the time. I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed as flashes of the night before played in my mind. Pretty, pink lips wrapped around my cock while big blue eyes stared intensely up at me, daring me to do dirty things to that mouth. I grew hard just thinking about how I fucked that pouty little mouth .
Finally I turned over, hoping to return the favor but I was met with a cold empty bed. Flipping the light switch, I noticed the other side hadn’t been slept in at all. Strange. Where was she? I knew she couldn’t leave so I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water on my face, but I didn’t bother getting dressed. I still had hopes that I could coax her back to bed for a few hours .
I found her leaning in close to a computer screen filled with a jumble of letters, numbers and characters that meant jack shit to me but she seemed to get. A steaming mug sat to one side basically forgotten in favor of whatever was on the screen .
“Good morning,” I smiled and waited for the smile she always had ready for me .
“Morning,” she replied without even bothering to look up at me .
“What’s up?” I strolled past her and poured my own cup of coffee, leaning against the counter so I could watch her. I didn’t like what I saw. Stiff posture and straight shoulders, tight lines around her mouth and a blank stare in her eyes .
“Nothing.” Fiona said nothing else for a long time and I couldn’t figure out what the hell I could have done between last night and this morning to make her so angry. When she finally spoke, she was all business. “I need to go into Cerulean the day after tomorrow .”
“Are you crazy? It isn’t safe out there for you Fiona, just let me take care of this.” Why did she insist on putting herself in danger? “Just stay out of the way .”
Sucking in a breath at my words, her eyes flashed anger but she quickly shuttered it and gave me a blank expression instead. “I’m not asking for permission. I’m going with or without you .”
She stood to refill her mug, fitted jeans making her legs look at least a mile long and a plain white tee drawing my attention to those tight buds straining against the cotton. “Actually, it would be better if you’re not there at all .”
I blinked and felt a scowl crease my face. “What the hell are you talking about Fi?” Who was this cold emotionless creature and what had she done with the sweet, lovely Fiona ?
She didn’t answer my question, just steamrollered ahead as if I hadn’t spoken. “I think I’ve figured most of the shipping debacle out, so now I need to meet with the agents looking for my father .”
Yeah that wasn’t going to work for me. Or for Seamus. “Fiona be reasonable. Seamus will -,”
“He will be happy that I’m saving his ass. The FBI will be in the office on Thursday and I have what they need .”
I could not believe my fucking ears. “You plan on turning in your own father ?”
Blue eyes looked up at me, silently judging me. For what? Trying to keep her safe and alive? Without another word, she turned away from me to set down her coffee and exchange it for her laptop before quietly padding down to the guestroom. There was a loud slam of the door .
I drank my coffee in the now cold silence of the room, waiting for Fiona to calm down and talk to me. To tell me about her plans for the Feds. I waited more than an hour before I gave up and got dressed. There was so much business to deal with today that I didn’t have time to babysit Fiona or her volatile emotions. But after what she’d done for me last night I had to try again. Standing outside her room, I knocked. “I need to run out.” Nothing but silence greeted me and my shoulders slumped. “I’ll be back later.” Still nothing .
I had to leave, I really didn’t have time right now. With Seamus gone all of this shit fell to me. So I locked up the penthouse and made my way to my black Charger and set out for Dorchester. There were packages to pick up from a few of the gangs we did business with in the area, but I only dealt with Dom because he didn’t try to pull that homeboy gangster shit on me .
“Hey man.” I stepped from the car and we shook hands. “How’s that product .”
“Some good shit. I don’t know where you got it, but if you can get more we can handle it.” Dom’s bright smile shone against his dark skin. “I heard The Hustlers had to fuck up a few Shamrocks last night who accused them of selling their shit .”
I smiled, nodding at the news. “Same happened more or less to us. They’ll be regretting that move for a long time.” We shared a laugh while one of Dom’s guys put a package in my trunk. “Watch out for those fuckers, Dom. They’re sneaky .”
“White boys don’t scare us,” he grinned. “No offense .”
“None taken .”
“You keeping Princess safe? One of the guys offered up a half mil to get her. I told my boys it was a no go, but I can’t say shit for the others .”
Fuck that was the last thing I needed to hear. “Thanks for the heads up Dom.
Mack will be by in a couple days with another drop off.” We shook hands again and I took off. I needed to do some clean up before going back to the penthouse .
My thoughts turned to the other O’Malley plaguing my thoughts. Seamus hadn’t checked in for almost five days and that worried me more than anything. No matter how deep shit got, we never let more than forty-eight hours go by without getting in touch. With me or Fiona .
When I arrived at the other safe house where a few of our guys were resting up, I put on my game face. Couldn’t let the foot soldiers see that anything had me shaken or they would get restless. Reckless .
Confident that everything was going as it should, I hopped back in my Charger and headed back to Fiona, who was probably still pissed as hell. But she was safe so everything was all good .
Except for the fucking FBI .
Except for the fucking Red Shamrocks trying to take us down .
Except for…Fiona .
Fiona.
Something was up with her and I just couldn’t figure it out, goddammit. She’d been ice cold at breakfast and I could honestly say Fi had never been so cold to me. She had always been warm and affectionate and full of smiles. Hell last night she’d deepthroated my cock like a girl who’d always been in love with me .
Until I said or did something to make her mad. Maybe I’d been too rough with her last night? I couldn’t really remember since I’d been lost in my own head. Not that I had any sympathy for that Shamrock motherfucker, but when I had to go to that place it took me somewhere else. Someplace that allowed me to be the cold-hearted bastard I needed to be to get the job done. Just like when I’d done it for Uncle Sam .
I wasn’t sure what pissed her off, but we needed to talk, goddammit .
Inside the dark penthouse I stood on the other side of her door again and knocked. No answer .
“You can have tonight Fi, but tomorrow we talk .”
Fiona
T omorrow morning I would meet with the FBI and take the first step towards clearing my father’s name. Tonight though I had a lot of planning to do to make sure it all went off without a hitch. I did everything I could think of to focus on tomorrow and not on the fact that Keane thought I would sell my dad out. The man was so damn infuriating I could smack his gorgeously rugged face. Instead I decided to avoid him .
Until he made that impossible. “Be reasonable Fiona! This plan of yours won’t work.” Arms crossed, showing off muscled biceps straining under a pale blue t-shirt, his reddish blond brows dipped into a low angry ‘v ’.
“Reasonable,” I scoffed at the word. Men love to use that word to make a woman feel like her plan or idea isn’t good enough. “Like you know anything about being reasonable or my plan.” Because he hadn’t bothered to ask .
“I know that whatever you’re thinking of doing, it won’t work .”
“Right, because you didn’t think of it?” I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him, the insufferable prick. “Just face it Keane, I’m the one that can help in this situation. You don’t have to like it, but this is my dad we’re talking about, so deal with your own shit before morning.” My chest heaved with the intensity of the words I just said to him. I never spoke to anyone like that. It just wasn’t in my nature, but something about him just pushed me over the edge tonight .
His voice was brutally calm when he spoke next. “It doesn’t matter Fi, I’m in charge of your safety .”
“Maybe, but you are not in charge of me!” I poked at his chest to get him to move but it didn’t work. His body was as immovable as his mind .
“I can’t let you do this .”
Can’t? “Can’t let me do what Keane? Turn my father in, right? Because that’s what you think I’m doing!” I pushed at him again, too disgusted to look at him. “You don’t know a damn thing.” I grew angrier and angrier at his unspoken accusation that I would ever do anything to put my father behind bars. If I wanted to, I could’ve done so years ago and I never had. I hit him in the chest with the outside of my fists. Over and over I pummeled him as my anger boiled over at his constant doubt. Constantly underestimating me. “Sometimes I really hate you .”
He stared at me, hands gripping my wrists to stop my fists. “No, you don’t.” He captured my mouth, tongue caressing each lip carefully as though he were trying to savor the taste. I knew better now .
Biting his bottom lip, I pulled back and smacked him across the face. I shocked myself and that gave him the chance to dip low and take my mouth again, this time slower and more sensual as though he meant it. I trembled even though I tried not to. Tried to resist the pull of his kiss, but the pull was strong, like a magnet, the more I tried to resist the more it pulled me in. Made me surrender .
Keane pulled back and swung me around until my back pressed against his chest, my ass cradled his hard cock. It felt too good to make him stop and my body wasn’t experienced enough to resist. “You want me,” he said, yanking down my pants and underwear, “as much as I want you.” His teeth sank into one cheek and his hand smacked the other, making me squeal. One palm pressed against my back until I arched forward, bent over the sofa. “You may not want to Fi, but you do.” Then his tongue darted inside my slit, in and out, in and out, fucking me with his tongue until I pulsed and trembled. The cool of his tongue on my overheated pussy had me drowning in desire and I pushed back against him .
“Oh!” His tongue caressed me from my clit all the way up my back, nibbling his way up to my ear. It felt naughty. Dirty. I’d never dreamed someone would put their mouth there , or that I would like it. “Keane, please.” Yeah I begged like a dirty little hussy because he filled me with so much desire all I cared about was pleasure and getting it .
He stood and I heard the sound of his buckle and zipper. “Please what, Fiona? You want me to fuck you ?”
“Yes.” I was beyond the point of lying. At least in this .
And then it was there, the swollen head of his cock pressing slowly into me. Filling me up, slow and tantalizingly deep. He was so deep I could feel every pulse and twitch of him and arched so I could feel more of him. My body acted on its own, somehow just knowing what to do to maximize my pleasure. He was there in that spot that made my legs wobbly and fireworks blast off behind my eyes. “Fiona, fuck baby,” he growled in my ear, hands gripping my hips so he could slam into me over and over. Harder and faster and deeper he went, unable to get enough .
It was a punishing fuck but it felt too good to care or stop. The angle was different, deeper and so enticing. He felt too delicious inside me, touching every nerve ending he could. I shivered when he moaned in my ear and nipped my lobe as his thrusts went deeper still, harder too. He was close, I could tell as the buildup to my own orgasm gripped me and he stroked deeper, gripped me harder. Then he was growling in my ear. “Such a bad girl,” he purred and smacked my ass .
I bent over further, arching more to enjoy those last few strokes that still filled me hotly. Again and again he did it until I felt tingles rise from my feet up to my scalp and then…pure sweet bliss. I love you , I silently cried out because I knew I’d never get a chance to say that to him in real life .
He pulled away from me and I instantly felt chilled. But he scooped me up over his shoulder and smacked my ass. “This time we’ll do things my way .”
I closed my eyes and resolved to enjoy one last night with Keane. I felt too conflicted to carry on anything more than casual sex and sex with Keane would never be casual. Plus he thinks I’m going to rat out my dad, I had to remind myself when my heart got all wistful about finally being with the man of my dreams. Stupid, stupid heart .
Well, we had hours before this night of ours ended .
* * *
“Y ou don’t seem nervous at all.” Keane stood by the coffee pot, his green eyes studying me carefully. Too carefully .
“Why would I be nervous? I have all the information I need to sort this out .”
“Except the charges,” he added with a smug smile .
His gaze scanned me up and down, lips twitching with amusement. “Is that why you’ve gone for the school girl look ?”
“Exactly.” I had dug out a pale lavender sundress and topped it with a white cashmere sweater. I completed the look with a lavender ribbon tying my hair back and a pair of canvas shoes that made me look like the sweet little innocent schoolgirl I needed the FBI to see. “Do I look innocent enough ?”
“Fuck yeah you do .”
My nipples beaded at his low growl, but I had to ignore it because I needed to get my game face on. I sucked down two cups of coffee because Keane had kept me up all night, loving my body until I was too sated and too happy to move. “Good. Are we ready ?”
He nodded, grabbing his jacket and his gun. “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you ?”
Seriously? “Look, I appreciate the offer but you won’t help my cause and they’ll probably find a reason to put you in handcuffs .”
“Aww, sweetheart you care,” he stroked my cheek wearing that arrogant grin I loved to hate .
“Oh hush. Drop me off one block away and then go into the parking garage right across the street and just watch the laptop.” I had a plan and it required Keane to be there as my backup. My hero .
“A block away? You know the Red ‘Rocks can snatch up in seconds, right ?”