We’ve been having a really hard time keeping our hands and our lips and our bodies off of one another. And despite my best efforts, I’m starting to have feelings for him. I’m happiest when he’s around and I miss him like crazy when he’s gone. I know that my heart’s at risk but it’s becoming harder and harder to be rational about this.
Keeland’s eyes catch mine as I peek in his direction again. My cheeks ripen with a hot blush. When I turn back toward my friends, Faith is looking at me. “What?” I ask self-consciously.
“What exactly is going on between you two?” she asks with suspicious eyes, her index finger darting accusatorily from Keeland to me and back again.
Gracie slams her water bottle down on the bar with haste. She holds up her palm like a stop sign. “Wait, don’t answer that. I need plausible deniability if your brother ever questions me on this.”
I may be even redder now. “Nothing is going on between us,” I say, waving my hand dismissively as I lie through gritted teeth. I thank my lucky stars that Isla didn’t come out with us tonight because if she had, I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face as I said that.
Gracie gives me a pointed stare. “Well, you know how Daniel feels about you getting involved with Keeland. He’s a nice guy, but he’s got a whoooooollleee lot of baggage and Daniel would kill him for touching you.”
“Baggage?” I ask as the barman sets a cherry cola martini in front of me. Gracie is driving tonight so I’ll allow myself a few drinks.
My sister-in-law looks straight ahead, guilt in her eyes, like she’s said too much.
I raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “Why do I feel like everybody’s in on this big secret that no one’s telling me?” First, Daniel gave me that weird speech about Keeland not being the same guy he was when we were teenagers. Plus, Keeland blatantly refuses to talk about what he’s been up to since he left Reyfield. Now, Gracie’s just dropped a warning dripping with cryptic undertones.
She glances at her phone. “Oh, look! It’s 10:30 already. Time flies!” She grabs her purse and her fleece jacket, eyes traveling to Daniel and Keeland over at the pool table. “Come on, ladies. Let’s go convince these men to get out of here.”
I slide a $20-bill across the counter, leaving my untouched drink behind as I wordlessly slip into my coat and follow after her.
Now, I’m convinced, they’re hiding something. Something about Keeland. And given the way I’m starting to feel about him, I don’t think I want to find out what it is.
Chapter 35
I lean over the pool table and take aim at the orange five ball. It’s positioned to roll right into the pocket. I jab the stick into the white ball but I miss.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I lower the stick and slump against the side of the table.
Daniel chuckles. “You’re making this way too easy, Masters. Are you trying to give me your money tonight?” He rounds the table and, as he passes behind me, he grabs my shoulders and gives them a rough shake. It’s meant to be a friendly gesture but it only serves to remind me of the raw horsepower in that guy’s body.
Shit — I’m screwed.
“What’s up with you, man? Your shoulders are all tense.” Daniel leans over the table and prepares to take his shot.
I shrug, “Must be the mattress. That old thing’s really uncomfortable.”
The mattress? Yeah right. The truth is, it’s kind of hard to relax around Daniel when I can still taste his sister on my tongue.
I just fucked her brains out in the restroom. The possibility of getting caught got me jacked up on adrenaline but I just couldn’t resist. I can never resist her. It’s like I have to be inside of her or else I feel unsteady.
My feelings for Sammie are starting to get out of control. At first, pursuing her was all fun and games. I enjoyed the challenge more than anything. Then, when she finally gave in, the high of finally getting to taste what I’d missed out on all those years ago became the ultimate aphrodisiac. But now, I’m starting to feel completely strung out on her. She’s freaking beautiful and smart and funny.
She also has obsessive-compulsive tendencies and she’s half-crazy.
But she’s been holding onto a piece of my heart since I was a teenager and now, every time I’m with her, that piece gets bigger and her hold gets tighter. I’m not sure what I’m doing but I know that this thing between us isn’t just physical anymore.
A tall brunette with brown skin, flirty bangs and cleavage boiling over the top of her lacy, white blouse slows to a stop next to our table. “Hey Mr. Trotten,” she says with a wide grin. Her eyes are on me.
“Hey Sanaya,” Daniel responds when he looks up and sees her.
“Having fun, tonight?” she asks.
“Sure thing.”
“Great. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, then. Have a good evening.”
She walks away, but turns back to give me a wink over her shoulder.
That’s when a light bulb seems to go off in Daniel’s head. He straightens up to his full height and stares at me. “Wait — have you gotten laid since you’ve been in Reyfield? Have you gotten laid since you got out of jail?”
I take a sip of beer to drown out my guilt. “Yeah - sure,” I say with a nonchalant shrug.
Daniel doesn’t seem convinced. He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Really? Who? Somebody I know?”
Um - Somebody you know very, very well.
“Uh, nah.”
“Where’d you meet her?” He sets down his cue stick and approaches me.
I gulp from my beer again. “Uh, on…the Lane.” The lie tumbles past my lips before I have the chance evaluate whether it will cause more harm than good.
“On Thornbush Lane?”
“Yes,” I say casually as I lean over the table and take another unsuccessful shot.
He throws back his head and roars with laughter. “Dude, aside from my sister, there are practically no single chicks on Thornbush Lane so unless you’re sleeping with somebody’s grandmother or somebody’s wife, then you’re flat out lying.”
My whole body runs cold when he mentions Sam’s name. But he immediately rules her out as an option because I’m his best friend, after all. I wouldn’t fuck his little sister, would I?
Worry crosses his brow. “Dude, going to jail didn’t make you all sideways, did it?”
Now, I’m annoyed. “No Daniel. I’m not gay.”
“Phew!” he says, drawing the back of his hand across his forehead. Then a wary look comes over his face. He throws up his hands in surrender and speaks quickly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”
I give him a pointed look. “Daniel! Not gay!”
“Okay, so let me hook you up with Sanaya. She’s an administrative assistant at my firm. She’s smart, confident, funny. Plus, her parents are Indian so she has that whole exotic thing going for her.”
I glance over at Sanaya who’s sitting at a table near the flat screens grinning at me like she’d like to have me with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. She’s very attractive but I already have my eyes – and heart – set on someone else. “Daniel — relax, would you? Have I ever needed your help with the ladies?”
But Daniel isn’t ready to give up yet. “Come on! What happened to good old Master Kee? The ladies man?”
“He grew the fuck up and learned that most women aren’t worthy of my trust.”
Right as Daniel’s persistence is about to intensify, Gracie, Faith and Sammie come strutting up to our table and thank god because I am so ready for this conversation to be over.
“How are you girls doing?” Daniel asks, turning his attention to them.
“Ready to leave,” Gracie announces dryly. I chuckle on the inside. It’s just like Daniel to try and fix the problems he perceives in my love life when half the time, his wife looks like she wants to stab him with an icepick.
Daniel turns away and rolls his eyes discreetly before looking at me. “Hey man, me and Gracie drove here together. Do you mind giving Sammie
and Faith a ride home so we don’t have to drive all the way across town to drop them off?”
“Nah. Not at all.” Sammie got her car back two days ago but people in this town seem to like carpooling, for some reason.
We say quick goodbyes and Sammie and Faith follow me out to the parking lot. We make small talk as we drive from Flynn and Murray’s to Faith’s apartment. But as soon as Sammie and I are finally alone in my truck, her hand settles on my knee.
I give her a sidelong glance. She’s still hiding her tattoo. Under her leather jacket, she’s wearing a little black turtleneck with a dark green skirt and black thigh-high boots that make her toned legs look a mile long. All that yoga and whatnot has her in incredible shape. Her shoulder-length hair is in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and her chocolate-brown irises are full of mischief.
She grins slyly as her hand moves up my thigh and cups my balls.
“What are you thinking, babe?” I ask, my voice already thickening as my cock springs to life.
She momentarily seems a little taken aback by the term of endearment but soon enough, she says, “I want to try something new tonight. Something I’ve never tried before.” Her eyes glint wickedly.
Just as my guilt was starting to get the best of me. Just as I was starting to wonder if I should keep my hands off of my best friend’s little sister, she goes and says something like that. Damn — it’s music to my Neanderthal brain and now, when I look down at the steering wheel, I imagine Sammie’s ass bent over the dashboard just begging me to show her the wilder side of life.
I leave tire marks in my wake as I swerve onto Thornbush Lane and pull into my driveway. Sammie hops out of the truck and races up to my front door, laughing all the way.
I’m right behind her, shoving the door open and pushing her up against the wall. She grabs me by the collar and pulls me close. My hand cups the back of her head and I pull her face toward me, stealing her lips into my mouth. The kiss is fire. It’s lightening. Every part of me roars with life, utterly ignited by this woman. Her groan fills the charged air around us as her body sags, knees weak.
She shrugs out of her jacket before shoving my sweater off of my shoulders and sliding my t-shirt up over my chest. Pulling away to yank my shirt over my head is almost painful. I kick off my shoes then scoop her up into my arms and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs.
I drop her into the middle of my bed and she pulls me down on top of her, undoing my fly and shoving my pants down to my knees while we kiss the fuck out of each other. I pull off her boots one by one, then I pull her skirt and panties down her legs. I push her top and her bra up over her breasts, too impatient to actually take them off. I kiss down the center of her chest, right in between her perfect, round globes. Her back arches up off of the bed.
“My nipples…” she moans.
I smile wickedly against her skin. “What about them?”
She purrs. “Lick them. Kiss them.”
“Fuck yeah!” I grumble as I suck one small pink point between my lips. I flick my tongue back and forth across the tip as my hand parts her thighs and strokes the wet heat at her core.
She squirms beneath me, thrusting her hips against my hand. “Mmm. Yeah.”
I slide a finger into her wetness. She’s so slick. So tight. My cock is throbbing, aching to feel that silkiness wrap around me. I dip a second finger into her and I press my lips against her ears. “So, you want something new tonight?”
Eyes closed, she nods against the pillow. Goosebumps spread across her tense skin.
“What do you want?” I tease, pressing the crown of my cock against her opening.
I stroke my free hand down the side of her face. A light sweat mists her skin. She’s panting now. “Whatever. You. Want.”
“Whatever I want?”
She nods. She’s so eager that she’s crying. A single tear is literally streaking down her cheek. “Whatever you want, Keeland,” she breathes.
Fuck. This woman is a grenade, vulnerable and dangerous in my hands, both at the same time. She’s going to make me do something stupid tonight. I know it.
I push my cock harder against her slit, just enough that it penetrates her walls ever-so-slightly. “What if I want this? Just like this?”
“Take it,” she sighs thrusting her hips hard, her pussy jolting forward and swallowing up the head of my cock.
“Aaahhhh…” we moan in unison, both shocked by the intensity of the skin-to-skin contact.
I feel like I’m drunk, like I’ll drown in the heat and the wetness she’s smothering me with. “Sammie…do you…do you know what you’re doing?” I grunt, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“I’m the only person you’ve had sex with in the past three years?” she pants.
Without hesitation, I give her the confirmation she’s looking for. “Yes.”
She jerks her hips again and I have to bury my head in her neck to keep from shouting. “I’m clean,” she whispers. “And I’m on the pill.” Her hands cup my ass and she wraps her legs around my back.
I feel my eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of my head as I sink into her bit by bit. I squeeze her nipple between my fingers to punish her for making me feel so good, so out-of-control.
And she loves it. She squeals and twists and moans beneath me, her pussy rippling around my stiffness in a reckless, desperate rhythm. I’ve never felt so weightless and so grounded at once. I’ve never felt so unhinged and so rooted. This woman’s pussy is making me feel things that go beyond just physical. She’s got me feeling spiritual. Emotional.
Fuck, this is what ‘connection’ feels like.
Her fingernails sink into my shoulders as she tightens around me. I feel a gush inside of her. It soaks my cock and she shudders as her orgasm rocks her. I pin her hands to the bed, interlacing my fingers with hers as I continue to kiss her and rock inside of her until the height of her climax subsides.
I’m so ready to explode inside of her pussy, but I have something else in mind. I slide my tongue up her sensitive throat and across her jaw. I nip on her ear. “Do you still want whatever I want?”
She gives me a tired but adventurous smile. “Whatever you want.”
I pull my cock out of her and slide it back further until the crown of my shaft is pressing against the tense entrance to her ass. Her moan is sharp and high-pitched. I’m nearly out of breath when I whisper. “I want this. My cock wants to be inside that tight little hole.” I palm her ass cheek, massaging her roughly.
Her eyes flutter. She’s trembling ever-so-slightly. She hesitates for a bit, but then she whispers. “Take it…”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I press against her, entering her slowly, slowly. The juices from her pussy still slathered onto my dick lubricate my path. She grinds her teeth and she hisses but it’s pure pleasure that twists her delicate features.
“Is it good?” I pant, barely able to keep from exploding.
“So good,” she chokes out, clinging tight to me, sweet lava pouring out of her pussy and onto my cock as I slide in and out of her asshole, establishing a slow, smooth tempo.
I press my lips to her neck and glide two fingers into her pussy, stroking my fingertips against her walls. A tortured sound escapes her mouth as she clenches hard on my fingers and my cock. Ripples cascade through her body as she spasms against the mattress.
I can’t take anymore. I burst inside of her, coming in endless spurts.
We cling to each other, wet and sticky and completely open to one another. It’s violent and it’s messy and it’s perfect.
“Fuck, Keeland,” she whispers beneath me.
I smile down at her. “Fuck.” I drop onto my side on the sheets beside her.
She rolls closer and smiles at me and it’s brighter than the sun. But guilt rolls in like a dark cloud when she presses her cheek to my chest and breathes out a contented sigh.
I just fucked my best friend’s little sister…in the ass.
I pro
bably shouldn’t have done that.
Fuck.
Chapter 36
She’s splayed out next to me, eyes soft and hooded, a satisfied twist on her lips. The sun peeks in over her shoulder and it’s like I’m seeing her through a soft focus lens.
“Good morning,” I whisper, pushing strands of her chestnut hair off of her brow.
“Good morning.” She wraps her arms around her pillow and she fills her lungs with air. She’s quiet for a moment, then she giggles into the pillow.
“What?” I ask, lifting up onto my elbow and peering down at her.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
She looks up at me, a dreamy expression on her face. “Last night was…”
“Amazing?” I grin at her.
She nods, her eyes flickering. “Amazing…”
It really was. Sliding into her raw is like dipping my cock into a warm, rippling silk glove. Does that even make any sense? It’s real hard to think straight as the memories flood back into my mind. I’ll never forget how deep I was inside of her pussy and how her asshole grabbed me tight like it would never let me go. And how she entrusted her whole body to me so willingly.
She gave me everything I needed last night. More than just a fun workout between the sheets. Samantha Trotten has found a way into my heart. Last night, that became clear.
I love you.
The words are butterflies on the tip of my tongue, eager to fly out. Ready to swarm into Sam’s face and spook her, to make her jump out of this bed naked and run screaming to safety.
What the hell is wrong with you, Masters? First pussy I’ve had in three years and it’s got my head all messed up.
I can’t allow myself to love a woman like Sammie because I can never expect her to love me back. I’m bad news. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Her expression grows serious. She pins me with her stare. “I want you to know that I don’t just go around…y’know…”
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