by F. G. Adams
I smile in a dreamy fashion, batting my eyelashes and making kissy noises at her.
“You. Are. Not. Right. Jocelyn Blackwood.”
We both burst out laughing and it feels so good to be home. Everything would be right as rain if a certain bald-headed-tattooed-beautifully-sculpted-hurt-by-me man was in my life. My thoughts, as always, turn to Keagan.
“What is it, Jo? We were just laughing our guts up and now you seem so sad. Distant. Where’d you go?”
“I don’t know, Sage.” I move my head back and forth.
“Come on, Jo. You need to get these things off of your chest. You’ve always been the one to encourage everyone else to talk about their feelings and blah, blah, blah.” Joking, she smirks at me with those rich, amber-colored eyes, her straight coffee-colored hair falling gently off her shoulders.
I inhale deeply, giving in to Sage’s request.
“Keagan came back into my life like a hurricane. Stormed in and laid waste. Literally, too. Right in the midst of Hurricane Georgia.” I pause to compose my emotions. That’s the way things go when I think about him.
“Really? How funny.”
“Yeah. It is. But in the brief moments I shared with him, I really thought that Keagan and I had a chance of something more. There was an intense connection. We were creating the perfect storm. It always felt so different with him, ya know?” I glance at Sage and she nods in agreement. “He was my best friend at one time. The little time I got to know the man instead of the boy, I was addicted.” I’m in love with Keagan and always will be. I leave those words unspoken. “Then I went and blew it all to heck by not trusting him. By not trusting in him.”
I just barely catch a noise off in the distance. As if I’d blinked and nodded like Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie to make my wish come true, I hear the noise again and recognize the rumbling of a motorcycle. I gasp for oxygen, drawing deep breaths into my lungs. I jerk my head up and lean my ear toward the sound. The memories of my first motorcycle ride with Keagan ambush me, piercing my heart. It’s a fantastical notion or a vain hope to think he would come for me. All this time, he’s stayed away. No contact. No response to my texts or phone calls. I just gave up hope. I’m sure Sage is looking at me, thinking I’ve finally lost it.
The rumble of a motorcycle gets closer and I look to the bend in the road and wait. Can this really be happening? It’s not long before I see him. Keagan smoothly glides around the corner on Black Beauty and my body tingles in anticipation.
He stops in the driveway and looks my way. I’m anchored to the rocker. I can’t move or speak. My eyes drink him in as he sits there like he’s waiting for someone.
Finally, my wait is over. Keagan addresses me, causing my insides to melt into a puddle.
“C’mere, m’aingeal. Don’t keep me waiting.”
For me, all paths led to Jocelyn Blackwood. I’ve known it all along. From the moment I laid eyes on her all those years ago, I’ve known we would somehow end up at this juncture in our lives. Even the times we went our separate ways, I knew. When my heart was cold, harden from life’s trials, she broke the chains around my heart and replaced them with her light. The mission I’m on today is the most important one of my life: to secure a future with my angel.
Coming around the bend, the sight that greets me has my heart beating fast. I slow down in front of Matilda’s house. She’s standing only a few feet away. My eyes soak her in, from the wealth of curls on top of her head to the trademark boots on the bottom of her feet. The shock and uncertainty in her gaze undo me.
“C’mere, m’aingeal. Don’t keep me waiting, Jocelyn.”
I extend my hand towards her and wait for her to decide. She doesn’t move or make a sound.
“Trust me.”
She quirks her eyebrow, questioning. The next little while seems to be some of the longest minutes in my life, but I patiently stay where I’m at, allowing her to choose. There’s a possibility she could turn around and walk out of my life, not give me a chance to explain, just wash her hands clean of me. Or, she could take a chance and place her hand in mine. Either way, it’s her decision to make.
Seconds later, she takes my hand and climbs onto the back of the bike. I wait only long enough for her to secure the helmet on her head. When her arms wrap tightly around my middle, I accelerate and pull away, not giving her the chance to change her mind.
This feels so right. My angel. She’s where she belongs.
We can’t go back to my place. Too many people go in and out and there’s no privacy. I’ll have to do something about that soon, if things go the way I have planned. The bike picks up speed as we head out of the View towards the river and my pop’s fishing cabin. We should have plenty of peace and quiet there. It’s a little rustic, but the conveniences are covered.
We’ve been on the road for about fifteen minutes when I spot the dirt road that leads to the camp. Slowing down, I turn in and Jocelyn’s head lifts from the middle of my back. The road winds for a stretch and then the cabin comes into view. It’s not much, but it’ll do for the privacy factor. I stop the bike and help her off. She’s busy looking around.
“Where are we?”
“My pop’s fishing camp.”
“This is where you used to go?”
“Yep. His boat is around back.”
“Why are we here?”
“We needed somewhere nobody would interrupt us. I share my place with the guys and I wanted to be alone with you.”
“Hmmm.”
“C’mon, let’s get inside and we can talk.”
I hold her hand and walk up the steps to the door. Bending down, I find the rock with the hidden key and unlock the door. Gesturing her inside, I replace the key and shut the door. The musty smell greets me, so I open a few windows. Jocelyn’s walking around the one-room cabin taking in everything.
I walk up behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. She turns and I can’t help myself from devouring her. I lower my lips, finding hers. Months of longing and need are exchanged in that moment.
“We gotta talk,” I say, but I continue to kiss her.
“Yes, we need to talk …” she murmurs, pulling me closer.
“Angel, we need …”
“Shh … Keagan, we need this more.”
“But, angel …”
Her tongue enters my mouth and nothing else matters. She’s aggressive, taking what she wants from me. Her hands linger on the back of my neck before her nails slide down to my shoulders, scoring my flesh as she goes.
“Fuck, Jocelyn. What are you doing?” I ask in a husky voice, pressing my already hardening cock into the cradle of her hips.
She pushes her breasts into me and nips at the column of my neck. All the blood in my body rushes south. She’s turning me on fast.
Jocelyn suddenly stops.
“Get your clothes off, Keagan. Undress. Now,” she hastily demands while removing her top and throwing it on a nearby chair. “It’s been months and I want you.”
No better words have ever been said. I quickly strip off the t-shirt, toe the riding boots, and unbutton and push down my jeans. Her progress halts. She’s watching me. Her eyes feast on my cock as I straighten up. It jerks in response to her attention. She saunters my way with a delicate smile gracing her beautiful face. Pink finger nails rake down my chest and pass my belly button to grab my throbbing member.
“M’aingeal,” I murmur. “That feels heavenly.”
She licks my nipple, sucks the pebbled flesh, and kisses a path to the other one waiting for her ministration. She works it into her mouth and it hardens in response.
“You’re killing me, Boo.”
“I’ve only just started,” she says in a throaty tone as she continues a downward path, stopping to kiss and bathe every scar with her moist lips and warm tongue once again. Healing me from the outside in. She nips my belly button teasing me before inching her body lower. Warm breath taunts the swelling crown of my cock, then seconds later her tongue rubs
over it. Her fingers curl around the bottom of my shaft, pumping.
My knees weaken in reaction to her. Before I can respond, she takes all of me to the back of her throat. Groaning, I grab her hair, blocking my view from the sensual act, and concentrate on the desire building between us.
The urge to move overcomes me. I rock slowly into her. The sense for more of her surges through me.
“C’mere, Jocelyn. Need to hold you, Boo.”
She doesn’t resist. She recognizes the urgency in my voice. I gently wrap her body to mine. This precious gift she’s unconditionally giving astounds me. The stone walls I built to protect me from pain, she is removing them one brick at a time. I’m stronger because of her. I’m alive because of her. I’m in love because of her.
The desire to become one with her drives me forward to the bed. Gently resting her body down, I remove the last of her clothing. Our eyes never waiver. They remain connected, igniting the passion we both feel.
“It’s been weeks since I’ve felt you. Touched you.”
“Too long,” she whispers.
I position myself above her. My eyes roam up and down her delectable body. Her perky breasts beckon for attention as they rise and fall with her accelerated breathing. I cup one in my hand and caress the pink tip with my thumb. A moan escapes her lips when my teeth connect with the other one. Delicious. Heaven.
My name escapes her lips when I suck the tiny morsel into my mouth.
“You taste so good, cher.”
I tease and taunt her until the erect tip is red and swollen and the other is begging for the same. Adjusting, I give it all the consideration it needs. She squirms and pulls my head closer when my fingers find the treasure nestled at the apex of her thighs. Achingly slow, two digits enter her.
A piercing cry escapes her wet lips. “Oh, god!”
“That’s it, angel. I wanna hear you scream.”
My thumb circles her nub and she jerks, her hips lifting in motion, searching for relief from the building pleasure. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers. The feeling has me moving lower. Moisture collects on my fingers, sucking me in. My tongue connects briefly with her sweetness.
“Mmm. So good. So mine.”
I lose myself in her. The pleasure intensifies as her knees bump against my head trying to close. I reposition my arms over her thighs and apply pressure. She’s open and at the mercy of my tongue. I give her none. I devour every inch of her until she’s screaming my name over and over again from the intense release coursing through her body. The muscle in her vagina squeezes my fingers as tremors continue to pulse from her.
My breathing is erratic as I crawl up her body and position myself in the middle of her thighs. I crave her. My throbbing cock aching, needing to feel her tightness wrapped around me.
She blinks and focuses her sparkling emeralds on me. I’m lost in her. Eyes locked. Time stands still.
“M’aingeal. From this moment on, I’m never letting you go. I need you, angel. Not gonna live without you.”
I bare my heart and soul to her. She completes me and makes me whole. Her mouth forms into an O as understanding flickers in the depths of her eyes.
“I love you, Jocelyn. When I first met you, I honestly didn’t know you were gonna be this important to me, but I think … I think somewhere deep inside of me, I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first saw you.”
I seal my declaration with a scorching kiss and press into her welcoming warmth.
Heaven and Hell. Heaven surrounds my cock. She’s my angel. Hell because my body’s on fire and will soon succumb to the flames. I don’t want this feeling to end. The intense ecstasy flowing through my body only increases when my hips slowly glide backwards and I drive into her hot, tight body.
Paradise. Bliss. The feeling of her fingers scoring my back as I thrust into her time and time again amps up the pleasure coursing through my veins. I’m an adrenaline junkie and she’s the high I’m soaring on. I know I’m crazy and possibly blind, but I’m in love with an angel. She’s demolished the walls around my heart, replacing them with a connection so complete and right.
She slightly adjusts her hips, taking me deeper. I slow down, drawing out the blissful feeling encompassing us. We are in our own world. The torture continues, and we cling to the drunken feeling, happy we are together.
The erotic display of her flushed cheeks and moans heighten my passion. I grip her leg and slide my thumb over her nub, drawing circles. Her pussy clenches and massages my thick girth. I lose all semblance of control, driving faster into her. Our bodies move in sync as we ride the high of pleasure.
I’m addicted to the sounds she makes as we climb towards bliss. Tremors swamp me as her climax hits. She screams my name as pleasure washes over her. I thrust once more and throw my head back, yelling her name, shaking from the intense pleasure of her muscle embracing me. The moment is already etched in my memory.
“I love you, angel. Forever.”
“Forever. I love you, Keagan.”
I kiss her brow. A smile escapes me. Little did I know, that night in the eye of the storm, that the precious woman I’m holding in my arms would heal the pain and save my soul. But she did. The course of true love never did run smooth. Many paths are stormy, turbulent. Highs and lows, just like the weather. But in the end, we are just blessed we found each other again.
I’m in the most perfect place on the planet: Keagan’s strong, solid arms. Aside from the fish smell and small musty space, which isn’t too bad, I couldn’t be happier. I never thought I’d get this opportunity again, but here we are, wrapped up together on the small bed in the middle of the woods. And I’m not going to waste a moment of it.
Everything got a little out of hand earlier. One kiss led to another and in the end, it was epic. Keagan was tender and loved me as if I was his greatest treasure. I loved him back with every fiber of my being. Like every time before with this incredible man, it leaves me wanting more. My head was screaming for him to slow down. I knew we should discuss how things went in Gainesville first. We needed to figure out what was going to happen between us. I just couldn’t seem to care the moment his lips touched mine. My body was demanding the satisfaction that only Keagan could fulfill. I’d missed him so desperately.
It was a homecoming, a mutual understanding of souls uniting, an intense forever kind of bond formed between two people madly in love with one another. Yes, in love. Keagan Fontneau is in love with me. I’m walking on the clouds.
Unfortunately, now with the urgent need to be with each other sated, it’s time for us to talk.
“Ready for our talk, angel? Yeah?”
I feel the deep vibrations of him speaking through his chest where my chin is resting. It causes a rush of excitement inside me. I want him again even after what we just shared. Will I ever get enough? Nope. I have to be a good girl, though, so I smile.
“Yes, I need to explain what happened.” I take a deep inhale and continue. “I want you to understand why I made the choice, Keagan. I never wanted to hurt you.” I gaze into his beautiful blue eyes as tears form in mine. “When Desmond approached me the day before all that happened at the warehouse, I was so sick, Keagan.” I roll over on my back, grabbing his big hand with my smaller one and bringing it to my chest, clutching tightly and using it as an anchor to keep me grounded for what I’m about to say. This time, he won’t walk away.
Keagan turns onto his side, using his other hand to prop his head up, watching me. “I’m listening, Boo. Go on.”
“Whew, okay.” My anxiety spikes, but I press on. “So, when Desmond mentioned hurting the teens—you know, the ones from the case I was working on? And his stepchildren, at that—I got so scared. Then he went and threatened Addie. I couldn’t take the chance, Keagan.” I look over to see if he’s paying attention, gaging his reaction. “I knew that you had an ongoing case and it somehow tied to Desmond, but I also knew it was centered around a baby. I just really felt it wasn’t related.” I pause to observe his
expression. He’s listening intently. His face portrays a man of resolution.
“I didn’t give ya any reason to trust me with it, Jo. I get it. Your family’s important. Besides, even though we had a history, this …” He uses his pointer finger to wiggle between us because I’m clutching to his hand for dear life. “This was still new for both of us.”
Nodding, I understand his meaning. We cared for each other, but the physical side of our relationship was just beginning. I continue with my story. “I received a call from Calista that night. You had already left. She was frantic about her kids. Well, I had to help her. You know how I feel about the kids, Keagan.”
“I know, angel.” He rubs his thumb against my fisted hands.
“At the library when Da—I mean Roman—walked out, and Calista was spouting her nonsense, I was so confused. I was set up. Somehow I’d been had. With all the knowledge and training, I didn’t see it coming, all because of something they think my family took from them. I still don’t understand that one.”
“Yeah. Threw us all for a loop too, angel. Still tryin’ to figure that one out.”
“At the warehouse when Desmond was holding me there, I wasn’t sure if I was gonna make it or not. I saw you standing there. Like an avenging angel. You were majestic and all bad to the bone. And all I could think about was how you would feel if I didn’t survive. I didn’t want to cause you any more pain, Keagan.”
Tears begin to spill and I roll into Keagan’s neck to tuck my face away.
“It’s okay, angel. Don’t cry. I’ve gotcha.”
I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster going one hundred miles an hour waiting for an end that never comes. I’m ready to get off this ride. I gaze up into his crystal blue eyes. The golden flecks play peek-a-boo with me. He caresses my cheek, his thumb stroking my bottom lip. Keagan leans in and nips said lip, then slides his tongue on top to soothe it. This man knows just how to redirect the situation.
“C’mere.” He scoops me up on top of him. As he rubs circles with his nimble fingers, I calm down. “Ya know somethin’, angel? I understand. You had a tough call to make. Either way, it wouldn’t be easy.”
