“See something you like, baby?”
Keelee lifted her eyes to his and smiled. “Oh, hell yeah, cowboy. You better drop them drawers before those jeans cut off circulation and do damage to my property.” Keelee brazenly palmed his cock and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Jesus woman!” Adam bent forward and braced his arms on either side of her, anchoring his weight on the counter. “Your property?” His mouth lowered to hers, sealing off any chance she had to reply. Keelee lifted her arms to circle his neck and groaned at the movement. Adam growled and caught the bottom hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss.
It took two seconds for Adam to drop the offending cotton, pull her into his chest and claim her mouth again. The springy texture of his chest hair sent rivulets of pleasure pulsing from her hard nipples. His large hands tenderly traveled her back. One migrated north to the nape of her neck, the other south to her ass.
He pulled away from the kiss, allowing them both to breathe. “If we don’t get in the shower now, I’ll forget myself.” His hard, hot body backed away, sending a shiver down her spine. He pushed her panties down and she stepped out of them, suddenly embarrassed by her complete nakedness. Keelee could feel the blush spread across her like a paintbrush sweeping a canvas.
Adam pushed his jeans off and released his rigidly hard cock. It slapped against his body and he grabbed it and gave it a couple of slow strokes. Pulling the eye patch off, he dropped it on the counter. Keelee’s embarrassment vanished as he held his hand out to her.
They stepped into the shower and Adam spun her around, putting her directly under the hot stream of water. Her hair plastered to her shoulders and back, where it tickled the top of her ass. His hands carefully drew her hair over one shoulder before he began a bone-melting massage of her back and shoulders. Keelee leaned into the wall and moaned.
“Where in God’s green earth did you learn how to do that?” She almost didn’t recognize her voice.
Adam chuckled. His hands continued their trails of ecstasy. “I’m a D.O. In addition to a typical medical school, we have four years of instruction on the manipulation of the human body to alleviate stress points, realign muscle and skeletal issues and relieve pain.”
“Huh… well, Dr. Cassidy… I think you could teach the class now.” Keelee let him pull her back into his chest. His hands began a massage on her front, but there was no way these touches could be considered remotely medical. Once again, one hand migrated north to her neck and the other traveled south.
He whispered, “Open your legs for me, baby. Let me touch you.”
Keelee couldn’t resist. His hands were magic and they wove a spell of desire and need around her. His lips trailed up and down her neck from her ear to her shoulder. One hand gently held her neck and prevented her from moving. His lower hand teased her sensitive folds. Long soft strokes around her clit excited her already lust-filled need. He nibbled the shell of her ear as he grasped her enflamed nub and flicked it repeatedly. Tremors quaked through her and that tidal wave of release he had shown her was possible barreled towards her.
Keelee reached behind her, grasped his hips and pulled him into her. His hard cock seared a trail of hot desire against her butt and back. Adam speared her core with two fingers, using his thumb to press hard against her clit.
“So wet and so hot, baby. You’re beautiful. If you could only see what I see. I’m going to make you come for me now.” His hand sped up and the tidal wave he created crashed against her. Keelee’s life narrowed to this moment in time. Nothing but Adam mattered.
A sense of movement punctuated her reeling senses. She heard more than saw Adam put on a condom. He steadied her as he sat on the bench in the shower. Gently, he turned her towards him and helped her straddle his lap. His lips claimed her breast and suckled, kick-starting her body’s smoldering coals into flames of desire. Keelee gripped his massive shoulders and arched her back as far as her abused muscles would allow. His hum vibrated around her nipple. A shiver of excitement rippled across her heated skin.
Adam’s hand spread her, dipping his fingers into her channel. “God baby, so beautiful, so responsive. Lift up.” Keelee put her weight on her knees and lifted. Adam grabbed his shaft and centered it under her.
Keelee lowered onto him. The heat from the thick, blunt tip of his head pushed into her. The grind of her knees on the marble bench was forgotten as his shaft spread her. The slide of his hot shaft inside her further excited her nerve endings, desperate for contact. Her gasp and his moan coincided with a release of sensation deep within her core. When she was finally seated against him, he pulled her to his chest. The change in position brought an exquisite pressure against her insides.
“Oh God, Adam… you feel so good inside me.” Keelee’s breath caught in her throat when he lifted her bottom.
“Try to stay right there, baby. I don’t want your muscles to strain. Let me love you.” Adam thrust slowly in. When he hilted, he ground against her. He withdrew and with slow, languid intent buried himself into her again. Keelee lost any concept of her bathroom, the water falling in the shower or the sounds of her desperate pleas echoing off the marble-lined shower walls.
Adam’s hand reached up and pulled her face down to him. “Shh… beautiful. We’ll get there. Just feel how good we are together.”
Keelee fought to focus on him. Her eyes locked with his. One the color of a summer’s sky, the other milky white. Her breath pushed out with each slow, gentle thrust. He led her up a spiral that wound toward heaven. The tension and need for release ran deep and became so intense tears slipped down her cheeks.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He pulled her down for another kiss. Against her lips, he whispered, “I love you, babe. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” She felt him claim her lips again and reach down to her clit. He swallowed her cry when he applied a fierce pressure to her tight nub and thrust into her quickly. Electric tingles zinged through her vaginal walls as her convulsive clenching constricted her around him. She felt his release. His entire body tensed and froze as he came. His massive physique surged in relief.
Boneless. There was no other way to describe how completely relaxed and utterly satisfied she felt. The world slowly intruded into her consciousness. The sound of the water hitting the cavernous shower floor, their panting breaths, the strain of her knees resting on the white marble bench, all came back into focus. Adam’s hand caressed her back in small circles. Her wet hair squished between her breasts and his chest. The lingering smell of sex and desire hung in the air. God, please let me remember these sensations forever.
Adam grabbed her bottom and stood in one motion. Keelee squealed like a little girl. She clutched against him so tightly her shoulder lodged against his neck. She locked her ankles together behind his back. Adam gave a small laugh and walked them to the water controls, turning off the shower. “Baby, you could strangle a man with those thighs. Maybe I’ll give you the chance, but right now, it’s time for breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite.”
Keelee snuggled against him and sighed. “Feed me and I’ll just fall back to sleep. I’d better just get dressed. I have animals to feed and ice to break.”
Adam tapped her legs with his hand. She unlocked her ankles and let them drop down to the floor. He wrapped a towel around her and flopped one over her head. Keelee giggled and wrangled the towel to wrap up her wet hair.
“Your doctor hasn’t cleared you to resume normal activities. Let Dixon and Drake take care of it today. Besides, Dr. Wheeler is on his way here. I’d like you to talk with him about the assault.”
Keelee straightened. Oh hell, no. Not happening. Not in my lifetime. “I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need to talk about it. It happened. It’s over. I’m not worried about him coming around here to carry through with his threat. He won’t come anywhere near this place. He’s not stupid. Crazy… okay I’ll give you that, but he’s definitely not an idiot.”
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m threw his wet towel on the hook by the shower and pulled on his jeans. Keelee’s gaze drifted up and down his torso. He stood with his hands on his hips. His eye ran over her. Oh my God, I will never get used to seeing this man. As her eyes leveled with his, he cocked his head questioningly.
“What?” Her voice squeaked, and she blushed when a smile split his face.
“Really? He’s not an idiot? He lost enough mental capacity to assault you. That makes him crazy and an idiot.” Adam lifted her chin, bringing her eyes back up from the location they’d settled. Should she feel embarrassed at her lust-filled stare? Huh… nope.
Adam chuckled. “I guess your mind was occupied with other things. Otherwise you’d realize how silly that comment was.” He walked toward her and grabbed her hand on the way out the door. Adam opened the bathroom door and pulled her behind him. He stopped abruptly.
She bumped into his back and giggled. “Hey! I have enough bruising on my face. I don’t need to run into a wall of solid muscle too!” Keelee snorted and then laughed even harder as she sidestepped around him.
Frank Marshall stood in the middle of her bedroom. Arms crossed, feet spread, his attitude front and center, her father radiated anger. All levity fled the room. Hell, it fled the state. “Oh… hi Daddy… ahh… when did you get home?”
Chapter Eighteen
The muscle on the side of Frank Marshall’s jaw clenched. Repeatedly. Adam didn’t know what started the movement, the visible bruising on his daughter’s face and neck or the fact that they had been busted coming out of the shower. Together. Damn. Nothing like being caught in a teenage situation. And for fuck’s sake, this was not how he wanted this talk with Mr. Marshall to start.
Frank gaped from his daughter to Adam. “Girl, get your ass into some clothes.” He cast Adam an icy glare that would freeze the burning minions of hell to the fire-stoked floors of Hades. Adam straightened and held his ground as Keelee slid behind him, hiding from her father. The old man had a shit-ton of grit, but Adam would be damned if he was going to apologize for making love to his daughter. Finally, Frank ground out, “You. Downstairs. Now.”
The cowboy pivoted on his boot heel and walked out of the bedroom, back ramrod straight and fists clenched. The bedroom door slammed shut with such force it shook the storm glass in the windows.
Keelee let out a breath and ran a hand down his bare back.
Shit. He didn’t even have a shirt on. Hair wet, dressed only in partially fastened jeans, and probably looking thoroughly debauched. Huh, her dad had actually showed a lot of restraint.
Adam turned and folded Keelee into his arms. “I think I better make tracks downstairs. For some reason, I feel like I’m about to be grounded.”
Her laughter lightened his mood instantly. “Honestly, he’s a teddy bear. He’s all cranky on the outside but sweet as sugar on the inside.” She lifted on her toes and kissed him. “I’ll get dressed and come downstairs to rescue you.”
Adam cupped her ass and pulled her in closer to him. “I think this is one I need to handle alone, no matter how pissed he is. You get some clothes on and I’ll meet you in the kitchen. No chores. The Wonder Twins volunteered to feed and make sure the watering holes are open. You, little lady, need to rest.”
Keelee wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him. When she did that, it made him feel twenty feet tall, fire retardant and bulletproof. He could get addicted to that feeling. Her bottom lip came out in that cute-as-fuck pout. He shook his head. So it was intentional after all and his girl was working it. Hard.
“I don’t care how adorable that pout is. No. Chores.” Adam gave her a quick kiss and released her. The last thing he wanted to do, but Frank was waiting. Damn.
It took no more than two minutes to gather and don his shirt, socks, and boots. Running his fingers through his hair, he realized he didn’t have his eye patch on. Turning towards the bathroom he damn near dropped his jaw to the bedroom floor. Keelee stood jaybird naked with his eye patch dangling from one finger. Holy-fucking-shit. Breathe, man. Deal with the dad and the woman is yours… forever. Shit, his cock didn’t need to be at attention now, but hello, buddy, there he was flying high and saluting proudly.
She smiled and winked as she extended her arm offering the eye path.
“Woman, you are going to pay for that tease,” he growled. Keelee puckered a kiss at him as she walked past to gather her clothes from the dresser. All he could focus on was her wet hair curling slightly at the top of her perfectly pert ass. Adam groaned and turned away as he pulled his eye patch on. The woman was going to kill him. A smile spread across his face. Damned if he wasn’t more than willing to die that way at least three or four times a day for the rest of his life.
Adam used the time it took to walk down the stairs and to the library to control his raging hard-on. Although, if the truth were told, he’d lost any remaining desire at the mere thought of having this conversation with her father. Shit, he could face enemy fire, fight hand-to-hand and patch up just about any battle-related injury in his sleep, but this conversation was making his palms sweat. Great. Fucking incredible. I’ve turned into an eighteen-year-old.
Adam knocked on the library door. It opened immediately. He couldn’t hide his surprise or the smile that followed it. “Miss Amanda?”
Amanda King’s eyes lit up and she pulled Adam into a warm hug. “Oh, my sweet boy! Jared told me you regained your memory. I’m so happy for you.”
Adam relaxed into her hug. Amanda King was the mother he’d never had. She’d taken each member of Alpha Team under her wing and treated them like her sons. Adam finally pulled away and smiled down at the woman. “I have. I’m sorry I didn’t stick around in Aruba, but I had to get back. I had to see Keelee.”
Amanda cupped his cheek with her hand and nodded. “I know sweetie, and from all accounts, it’s a damn good thing you came back when you did.”
A snort from the other side of the room drew their attention toward Frank. Amanda chuckled and patted Adam on the arm. “He’s really just an old softie. Where’s Keelee?”
Adam’s eyebrow lifted in suspicion. Softie, yeah right. “She’s going to meet me in the kitchen, we slept in and missed breakfast.”
Frank’s mumbled, “No shit,” sent Amanda into a small fit of giggles.
“Oh Adam, son, you really need to talk with Frank. I’ve made us some breakfast and there is more than enough for you and Keelee.” She pushed Adam into the room as she spoke. “Now go. Go talk. I’ll keep Keelee company.” The door shut quietly behind her.
Adam turned and met Frank’s stare. Damn. Yep, he felt like a teenager who’d been caught with his pants down. He chuckled. That’s just about what happened, wasn’t it?
“You find something amusing here, son?”
“Ah, actually yes, sir, I do.” Adam wasn’t about to start imitating a wilting violet.
“And what, exactly, do you find so funny?” The cowboy stood with his hands on his hips waiting for a reply.
“That two consenting adults who happen to love each other got caught in a compromising situation. Honestly, I feel like I’m a fourteen-year-old juvenile delinquent, not a thirty-five-year-old adult, and an established doctor with a great career, I might add.”
Frank grunted and rubbed the stubble on his chin. It was the first time Adam hadn’t seen the man clean shaven. Frank motioned toward two large leather chairs. “Sit down, son. We need to have a talk.”
Adam took his seat and waited. Frank grabbed his coffee mug off the desk and sat down opposite him.
“Tell me what happened on the mountain. From the beginning.”
Okay, well, that was a surprise. Not what he thought the man wanted to talk about, but alright, he’d lead off with that.
“I got here about five. Betty was fit to be tied. Keelee had taken a snowmobile up to an old homestead because Clint told her he’d seen a family up there. Blizzard hit while she was out.”
“Was there a family up there?” Frank leaned forward
on his forearms waiting for a reply.
“No, sir. I did a search of the house when I was looking for her. Nobody had been in that place in eons.”
Frank nodded and waited expectantly, so Adam continued. “I found her. She’d fallen through the roof of an old root cellar. The plunge banged her up a bit. She’d hit her head, twisted her ankle and was damn near frozen, but she had a small fire and was protected from the wind. She could have survived a while longer if I hadn’t gone and found her.”
“That the truth?”
Adam pushed a hand through his hair and admitted, “Hell, you know, sir—probably not. It was too damn cold. She’d have suffered severe hyperthermia, probably fallen asleep and died before morning.” Adam rolled his shoulders at the thought of losing her. “But I got to her, got her back to the line shack and took care of her.”
“When did Koehler show?”
“Sometime the next day. The next morning, I left her alone at the line shack, went back to the homestead and retrieved her snowmobile.” He stared straight at the older man and swore. “I would have never left her if I had any indication Clint was going to show up or that he would hurt her. I had no idea he was violent or disturbed.”
Frank grunted. “Disturbed. Fancy way to say the boy finally lost it. That fucking father of his pushed the boy over the deep end. Gerald’s pure poison. I keep those boys working here to try to protect them.” The older man shook his head before he continued. “Christian okay?”
Adam nodded and leaned forward in his chair again. “Jason and I brought him here. We’ll set him up at a good college and pay his way as long as he gets good grades and is a responsible citizen. We’ve agreed to split his costs. We’ll explain that to him. We’re wrapping it up as a Christmas gift. It’ll make it harder for him to refuse. But you need to know the real reason why he is here.”
“Yeah? And why is that?”
Adam nodded. “I’m making assumptions, and for that matter so is Jason, but we think there is more at play here than the boy is letting on. He’s terrified, and if I was a betting man I’d say he’s afraid because he’s… well, I think he has been abused by his family because he’s gay. Is that going to be a problem?”
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