by Ash, Nikki
When he gets to my butt, he scoots off me and massages circles into each cheek, keeping it completely professional. Too bad I have other ideas. When his hands hit my left thigh, I spread my legs, and his movements still. We’ve had sex a few times since we’ve come back from the hotel, but this is our first time alone. And there’s no way I’m wasting it.
“Keep going,” I murmur.
Keegan massages the back of my thigh then my calf. Slowly, I spread my legs little by little. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. When he gets to my other one, he starts at the top like he did the other. I spread my legs even farther, and I know he can see my pussy between my legs, but he pretends like he doesn’t. He works his way down my leg, and then massages my feet. It feels so good, I moan softly.
“Okay, turn over.”
“But you didn’t finish my backside,” I tell him, not moving.
“What part did I miss?” he asks.
I stifle my giggle. He knows what part. I can hear it in his raspy voice.
I wiggle my ass back and forth.
“I massaged that.”
“Not all of it.” I spread my legs more, and Keegan groans.
“Where did I miss?” His finger runs along the crack of my ass. “Here?” He pushes a finger into me, and I squirm in pleasure.
“Yes,” I say breathily.
“How about here?” He pushes a fingers into my center. It must be a different hand or finger because the one in my ass is still there. “Did I miss here?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
Slowly and tenderly, Keegan massages the insides of my pussy and ass, taking his time as if he’s in no hurry to get to the end goal. He adds more fingers, pushing deeper, but continues to finger fuck me with languorous strokes, until I’m writhing under his touch, begging for him to make me come. And then he does, and it’s as if fireworks have been lit inside of me. My pussy trembles and my body shakes, and I scream out my orgasm. Before I can come down from my high, Keegan lifts my lower body and licks up my center, landing on my clit and biting down. One orgasm rolls into two. When he finally releases me, my body feels completely relaxed.
“Flip over.”
I do as he says, and when I see him, his gaze is filled with lust. His dick is bulging out through his boxer briefs. I go to sit up so I can help him relax, but he shakes his head.
“Nope, stay right where you are.” He grins mischievously.
I lie back down, and he squirts more oil into his hands. He straddles my lower half again and massages my shoulders then breasts. My eyes close in pleasure when he tweaks my nipples. I’ve already had two orgasms. There’s no way I’m going to have a third.
When I feel the bed dip slightly, my eyes open back up. He leans over me, and his mouth descends on mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue delves between my lips, and I moan at the taste of myself on him.
Too soon, he pulls away and goes back to massaging my body: my arms, the tops of my thighs and calves. When he glances down at the apex of my thighs, I wonder if he’s going to take matters into his own hands this time. And once again, it’s as if he can hear my thoughts.
He spreads my legs and situates himself between them. He releases his beautiful, hard dick from its confines and drops down onto my body, caging me in with his strong, muscular arms. His hands cradle the back of my head, and he devours my mouth as he enters me in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt inside of me. Our bodies are flush against one another in the most intimate way. Keegan makes love to me until we’re both sticky and sweaty and screaming out each other’s name.
“Wow,” I say softly into his ear. He’s still on top of and inside me.
“You’re a bad influence,” he jokes. “I was supposed to relax you, not fuck you.”
I giggle. “Oh, trust me. Three orgasms definitely has me relaxing. I’m not even sure I have the strength to get up and get cleaned up.”
“So good for my ego.” He grins and kisses me hard before he pulls out and gets off me. “Stay here.”
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth. I’m confused what he plans to do with it, until he spreads my legs. Then it hits me… I said I was too tired to get up, so he’s cleaning me.
“Keegan,” I say in protest. “No.” I try to close my legs. It’s one thing for him to be down there in the heat of the moment, but afterward… No way.
When it’s clear he’s not going to back down, I snatch the washcloth out of his hands and clean myself up, tossing it into the hamper in the corner of my room afterward.
Keegan shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he lies down next to me and pulls the covers over us. He wraps me up tight in his arms and pulls me into him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jailbird,” he murmurs. “I love you.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say back. And then it hits me what else he said. He told me he loves me. I’ve never been told that before by anyone but my parents, Sierra, and Zane. I think for a moment, wanting to make sure if I say the words back I’ll be telling the truth. My thoughts go to the way my heart flutters every time I’m around Keegan. How much I miss him every time he’s not around. I try to imagine what my life would be like without him in it. If Zane wasn’t in the equation, would I still feel this way? The answer is yes, I would. Because I have fallen completely in love with Keegan.
I snuggle my face into his firm chest. “I love you too.”
Blakely
“Me, you, Sierra, and Zane at the beach.” Brenton holds up a huge pack of sand toys and grins. It’s President’s Day, which means there’s no school. Every year since we moved here, even when Zane was only a few months old and Brenton had to buy an entire pop-up tent to keep Zane in the shade, we’ve gone to the beach for President’s Day. Brenton cooks, Sierra and I lie out, and Zane builds sand castles.
I’m not sure what Keegan is doing today. We spent the majority of the weekend together, and then around five o’clock he said he needed to go home to get some stuff done. I told him he was welcome to study here if that’s what he was doing, but he said he really needed to go. He says that a lot—that he needs to get work done. I don’t really understand why he’s not comfortable studying here. He knows I’m in school as well, so I get it. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he just needs a break from the family life. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to move in with us. He’s not ready to do the whole family thing full time. I don’t question him, though, afraid I won’t like the answer.
“Brenton!” Zane shouts. “Beach! Beach! Beach!” He jumps up and down.
“Go get your swim trunks on, sweetie,” I tell him. He doesn’t have to be told twice.
“Hey, Sierra?” I call down the hall. She comes out of her room, dressed in her pajamas and sporting a case of bedhead. She got back late last night from her mini-vacation with Kolton. “Want to go to the beach?”
“Sure.” She shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t have to work till later.”
“Cool.”
After we’re all packed and ready to go, we pile into Brenton’s sports car and head to the beach.
“Do you mind if Kolton comes?” Sierra asks as Brenton pulls into the parking lot.
I look over at Brenton since I’m sitting in the front seat. “Can you be on your best behavior?” I can tell he isn’t keen on the idea, but he says it’s fine anyway.
Which makes me think I should probably text Keegan to let him know where I’m at. I don’t imagine he’ll want to join us, but maybe if he does, it will give the guys a chance to put all their crap aside. After I shoot him a text, letting him know which beach we’re at and that he’s more than welcome to join, I get out and grab a few of the bags. Brenton grabs the cooler, and Sierra carries our chairs and umbrella. Zane carries his sand toys. We find an empty spot and set up camp.
“Are we grilling?” I ask Brenton, opening the cooler. He’s always in charge of the food, but usually he gets here early to snag a barbeque.
“Nah, I bought stuff to
make sandwiches to keep it easy.”
“Hey, Brent!” a guy yells, walking over. He’s dressed in board shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. He looks familiar—probably goes to school with us—but I’m not completely sure since I usually keep to myself and don’t really pay attention to anything or anyone around me.
“He’s welcome to join us,” I say, but Brenton shakes his head.
“I just need to give him something he left in my car the other night. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later, he returns and helps me finish getting everything laid out and situated, including digging a hole for the umbrella and setting up our chairs.
Shortly after, Kolton shows up and joins us. When I ask if he’s seen Keegan, he says he hasn’t. I send him another text, asking if everything is okay. But after ten minutes, when he still hasn’t replied, I throw my phone into my bag and join Zane to build some castles.
The day flies by. It’s the perfect beach weather. The water is a little chilly, but none of us really go in aside from dipping our feet in it.
For the most part, Kolton and Brenton get along. They don’t say much to each other, but they at least aren’t hostile to one another, so I consider that a win. I check my phone a few times, but I don’t hear back from Keegan.
Late in the afternoon, when Zane and I are digging a mote for his castle, a pair of hands land on my shoulders, making me jump.
“Daddy!” Zane yells, dropping his shovel and running over to his father.
“Hey, bud.” Keegan lifts him to give him a hug. He dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt and has tennis shoes on.
“Hey,” he says to me. I stand, and he pulls me into him for a quick kiss.
“Daddy, you build the river with me?” Zane asks.
“I wish, bud. I have work I have to do, but I wanted to stop by and see how your day is going.”
Zane frowns, but accepts Keegan’s answer.
“You’re behind on your schoolwork?” I’ve never even seen the guy study. Maybe that’s why he took time off in the first place.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” He wraps his arm around me. “Having fun?”
“Yeah.”
“Daddy, look at my big, giant castle!” Zane points to the piles of sand.
“Those look awesome. Does SpongeBob live in one?”
“No, Daddy.” Zane giggles. “He lives in a pineapple.” Then his eyes widen and he runs up the beach over to Brenton. Keegan and I watch as he says something to Brenton, and Brenton laughs with a nod. He opens the cooler and hands Zane the pineapple he hasn’t cut up yet.
“Look!” Zane thrusts the pineapple toward us. “Brenton said I can use it to make SpongeBob’s house.”
“That’s great,” Keegan tells him, but his jaw ticks, and I know why he wasn’t here today. He still doesn’t want to be around Brenton.
Zane drops to his knees and starts digging a hole to set his pineapple in.
“I better get going,” Keegan says.
“Are you coming by later?”
“Depends on how much I get done. I’ll text or call you.” He encircles his arms around my body and kisses me hard. I go to pull back, but he doesn’t release me. When Sierra whistles, I realize Keegan is putting on a show, staking his claim in front of Brenton.
“Not cool,” I murmur against his lips.
“What?” he asks innocently. “I can’t kiss the woman I love?”
“You and I both know what you just did.” I raise a knowing brow. He doesn’t confirm or deny it. He just grins so wide, his dimples pop out.
“Text you later, Jailbird.” He kisses my cheek then calls Zane’s name. “Have fun, bud!” And then he’s running back up the beach.
We hang out a couple more hours, until an afternoon shower makes its appearance. Then we quickly pack up and head home. Sierra goes with Kolton, even though he’s just dropping her off at our place so she can get ready for work. Zane conks out on our way home, and Brenton offers to carry him up for me.
“I had a good day,” Brenton says when he comes out of Zane’s room.
“I did too.”
“Did you see the text from Brianne?”
“No.” I pull my phone out of my purse and see a missed text. “They want to meet tomorrow night to finalize everything. Sierra has off, so that should be fine.”
“I have my interview tomorrow at the high school, but it’s at noon, so it will be done well before our meeting.”
“Oh! That reminds me. I have mine as well.”
For our Child Psychology class, we have to interview a guidance counselor. We’re supposed to pick the age group we’re planning to work with, so Brenton is doing high school and I’m doing elementary.
“Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I check my phone again to see if Keegan has texted that he’s coming by, but he hasn’t. I shower and throw in a load of laundry. Still no text. Sierra comes out dressed for work, and I make us each a Cobb salad. After she leaves, I check my phone, but there’s still no text from Keegan.
A little while later, Zane wakes up and I give him a bath. We spend the evening playing Legos and watching his new show obsession: Peppa Pig. When it’s time for bed, I read him a story and tuck him in. He asks where Keegan is and if he can call him. I let him, but Keegan doesn’t answer, and I try to ignore the warning bells ringing loudly in my ear.
I lie on the couch, select a rerun of Gossip Girl, and fall asleep with my phone in my hand. Spoiler: Keegan never texts or calls.
Blakely
“The next bus doesn’t come until one thirty. And then I’ll still have to walk two miles to the school.” I close my laptop and sigh in annoyance, taking a sip of the delicious vanilla iced coffee Sierra made for us. We’re sitting outside on our balcony, enjoying the warm weather. She has off today, so she’s relaxing in her pajamas.
“I should’ve thought about this ahead of time when I scheduled the meeting with Cocoa Elementary. I was hoping to get a meeting with Carterville, since it’s walking distance, but before I could call to schedule, several other students did, and by the time I called, they were full, so I had to choose another school. The next closest elementary school is Cocoa, and I was able to get an appointment for two.”
I didn’t consider the fact that Sierra and I don’t have a vehicle. Something we’ve never needed since everything is accessible by bus or is walking distance.
“Call Brenton,” Sierra says, taking a sip of her own drink.
“He’s doing his interview at the high school.” I take another sip of my refreshing drink.
“So? You know he’ll still take you over there. Or call Keegan.”
“He hasn’t called or texted since he came by the beach yesterday. I don’t want to bug him. He said he has work to do.”
“That’s part of being someone’s boyfriend,” Sierra points out. She’s right, but Keegan’s been acting weird. It’s like he suddenly has all this work to do that he never had before. My initial thought is that maybe his schoolwork caught up to him and now he’s playing catch-up. But another thought is that something else is going on. And if that’s the case, what is it, and why isn’t he being honest with me?
I grab my phone and debate who to call. Deciding I’m a chicken, I hit Brenton’s name. It rings several times and then goes to voicemail. I don’t bother leaving him a message. Instead, I end the call and hit Keegan’s name.
He answers on the third ring. “Hey, Jailbird, everything okay?” His tone is sweet, but there’s something hidden in his tone… annoyance? Aggravation?
“Yeah, I have to go do an interview for my Child Psychology class this afternoon. I was wondering if there’s any way you can give me a ride.”
“Shit, I wish I could, but I’m at… I have a lot of work to do. I’m sorry. Umm… you can call my mom. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” She probably wouldn’t, but I don’t want to make her do that. She’s not responsible for me. It’s one thing to ask her to watch Zane. It’s another to a
sk her to play taxi.
“That’s okay. I’ll just take the bus. No worries.” I hang up, annoyed that it feels like Keegan is either avoiding me or lying to me. And as much as I really want to ask him, I don’t have time to argue with him right now.
Just as I’m accepting I’ll have to take the bus and be a little late, my phone rings. It’s Brenton.
“Hey, you called?”
“Yeah, are you by any chance done with your interview?”
“Yeah, I’m at home. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could give me a ride to Cocoa Elementary. My interview is at two, and I didn’t realize the bus stops two miles away. I’ll never make it in time.”
“What about your boyfriend?”
Ignoring his question, I add, “We also have our group project meeting we have to go to tonight, so I want to make sure I’m not late.”
Brenton laughs. “That’s not until way later. You didn’t answer my question. Where’s Keegan?” When I sigh into the phone, he adds, “What? He’s already over the whole family thing?”
“Never mind.” I can’t deal with these boys and their shit today.
“I’m just playing,” he says. “Yes, I can take you. I was just about to leave anyway.”
We hang up, and I get ready to go. Wanting to look professional, I borrow one of Sierra’s longer khaki skirts and pair it with a loose pink top and white and tan heeled sandals.
After giving Zane, who’s still napping, a kiss, I say bye to Sierra and let her know I’ll either be home in a few hours or later tonight if my interview runs long and we have to go straight to our group meeting.
I meet Brenton downstairs and then we take off in his car.
I few minutes into our drive, his phone rings, and he answers it.
“Yeah?”
I’m not sure who’s on the other line, but whoever it is sounds angry. I can’t understand what he’s saying, but I can hear him yelling.
“All right. I’ll be right there.”
Brenton hangs up and looks over at me with a frown. “I need to make a stop real quick. I’m sorry.”
