by Leigh Lennon
“I love this.” He tips his face to mine. “I hope you know that once I take you, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
“Don’t ever let me go, not ever.” I barely get this out when his tongue circles my clit, and he’s not stopping. With his long arms and my small body, his free hand begins to stroke my nipples.
“These tits, dammit, Leela, I’ll never stop worshipping this body.” We’re still in the middle of his room, and with his offensive attack on my clit and each swipe of his tongue, he pushes me further and further to the point of ecstasy.
“Fuck, baby, I’m about to come. I’m so close.” I can’t contain it, long mewls and moans filling his room.
He pulls back, but his finger strokes my sensitivity as my orgasm rolls through me. If this had simply been his tongue, I can’t wait until his cock fills me up.
He stands, holding me, because after that orgasm, I’m almost spent but not enough. I need him inside me. As though he can sense how tired I’ve instantly become, he lifts me over his shoulder, and I have a wonderful view of his fine and firm ass.
I begin to laugh as he tosses me on the bed. He stalks over to me, crawling over my body. “Kieran, please, I need you inside me. I need you so much.” He leans over and grabs a condom, ripping it open with his teeth.
His body is over mine, and he sits, staring at me. “I want to memorize this moment. I’ll never forget it.”
Our connection isn’t severed when he enters me. “Oh, you’re so tight, sweetheart. Ah fuck, you are amazing. This is amazing.” His pace speeds up, pushing in farther and faster. My arms wrap around his back, pushing him deeper inside me, needing the friction of him and me together. At every thrust, I’m able to feel more of him. Every couple of seconds, he places a kiss on my cheek or my lips or my nose. “This. Is. All. I’ve. Ever. Wanted.”
“I’m going to come again, baby!” I almost shout.
“I’m with you, sweetheart. I’m so close.” We both cry out our release, and he doesn’t move, still leaning over me. His stare is so intense, I think he’s staring into my soul. “Leela, sweetheart, I don’t want to scare you…”
“You can’t scare me, Kieran. Just say it, just tell me.”
He caresses my face with the back of his hand. “I love you, Leela. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I was the dumb son of a bitch who let you go. Please tell me you’re mine?”
“I’m yours, Kieran O’Hennessey. I’m yours. And I’ll always be yours. My heart is in your hands.”
He places another kiss on my nose. “And I’ll always treasure it.”
He collapses next to me, pulling me in close to his strong body. It’s then I realize my heart will forever belong to him.
Epilogue
Leela
Five years later
I sit on the edge of our bed in our downtown Seattle penthouse. I’m looking over my many lists that I create when packing for a trip. Hell, I never knew two little people needed so much stuff.
It had taken Connie Weston an entire year to break the story of Kier’s identity. Not that we made it too hard for her by then. At that point, Seattle fans had come around and trusted that my man had changed.
It didn’t take him long to put a ring on my finger or knock me up, either. And when one of the huge morning shows approached me for an anchor position, it was no longer my dream. One day, I could see me waking up with all of America, but for now, being a wife, a mother, and the face of my news station was good enough for me.
Since Connie exposed Kier as the Clown Man of Bullying (she named him and it stuck, though it’s not catchy and, in my opinion, stupid as fuck) we’ve been touring schools around the nation between seasons, speaking out on bully prevention.
We now do it with our three-year-old and six-month-old daughters. I also work from home during the summer in our farmhouse in Portland, Oregon. We built our dream home on the land where Kier took me for our re-make dance.
“Mommy,” Luciana calls for me, running into our bedroom, “Daddy say we eat ice cream.”
She’s standing in front of me. “Oh, did he now?” I ask. Her bright blue eyes are like her daddy’s, and she’s a redhead like Kier’s mom, though she’s named after my mother.
Kieran strolls in with Siobhan on his hip. With such an Irish name we chose in honor of his mother, she looks more like my side of the family. Of course, at the time, we didn’t realize everyone would call her Sio-bahn instead of Sha-vahn.
“Let me clarify, Luciana Simone O’Hennessey.” Kier hands me Siobhan and picks up Luciana as he begins to tickle her. “I said we’d discuss ice cream after dinner as long as you ate all your food.” He turns to me. “Is this more acceptable, Mrs. O’Hennessey?”
I stand with little Siobhan as she attempts to reach for her daddy. She’s a daddy’s girl, and my little nickname for her is traitor. With Luciana in his left hand, he grabs his little traitor with his right arm.
Our life isn’t perfect. We fight. We piss each other off from time to time. Our kids make messes, and they throw colossal tantrums. But after fighting so hard for what we have, it’s worth everything because this is the perfect life for me.
The End!
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A Note to my Readers
I hope you enjoyed Leela and Kier’s story. If you did, I’d love for you to leave a review on Amazon.
Books and people mentioned from my other books that were mentioned in False Start:
Want to know about the Strickland murders, the case that catapulted Leela to national celebrity? Or the man Leela dated before Kier? Be sure to check out Wells and Malia’s story in Forbidden with Me at: https://amzn.to/3cHE6fc
What I have learned along the way
When I decided to write this story, I wanted to pick a position of a football player I’ve not written previously. And because my husband helps me with football terms and such, we first decided on a tight end. But through the title process and the way I’d incorporate it into the story, we changed him to a running back. And then of course, I wanted to make a correlation between his position with all his false start penalties with his past concerning Leela. Thanks to the many years I’ve sat with my hubby watching Sunday football, I feel I know a lot about the game. However, I needed specific ways to pen Kier as a running back.
I tend to do a majority of my writing late at night, due to the many littles that call me mom. And I found myself writing about false starts, at two a.m. in the morning. It’s funny how many things I truly research at that late hour.
Again, I hope you loved Kier and Leela’s story.
Until the next book,
Leigh
Other Books by Leigh Lennon
The Unbreakable Stand Alone Series:
Unfiltered
Unacquainted
Unwanted
The Jake Davis Novella Series
The Holiday Package and The Sweetest Package Box Set in the Complete Package
The Power of Three Love Series
Foundations
Fahrenheit
Famous
Forgiven
Fans of Football Series
Color Blind
Rules of Submission
Father/Son Duet
Like Father Like Son
Different as Night and Day
425 Madison Avenue Series (Multi Author Series)
Must Love Coffee
Must Love Forever
With Me in Seattle Universe Novel
Forbidden with Me
Dungeon Elite
Temptation:
Corruption:
Devotion: Coming Soon October 2020
Stand Alone Books
Stockholm
The Last Breath
It Takes a Village!
Thanks to everyone!
First and foremost, to the women who take the very rough draft
of my words in the rawest form and treat it with the utmost care and respect. Nancy George—you’ve become my friend and I treasure you! Kelly—you are wonderful and I count myself lucky to have met you. Ashley—I adore you so much and am so glad you’re now part of my team! And Rebecca- you are the sweetest! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the time and effort you all took to help make this book a success.
Auden, I can’t tell you how much your friendship means to me. You’re my person and my writing bestie in this crazy world! And I thank you for this.
Jenny Sims—Thanks for the commitment to the book, to make it the best it can be.
Julie— As always, you are a gem! I would never dream to release a book without you, because you’re the best!
Kelly—I won the jackpot with you! You’re the best PA ever! And I love that you’re my PA!
Thanks to my dear friend, Elizabeth. I tell her every story so many times, she knows my characters as well as I do. I love you!
Dawn—My best friend after twenty-five plus years! I love how much I shock you by my subject matter and how my ideas make you laugh.
I want to thank my dear friends: Amie and Miranda—I love the friendship we’ve forged through books! Y’all are some crazy ones and I adore you so effing much.
To Kristen: Thanks so much for letting me write in your world because I love your books so much!
To Lori: Thanks for all you do for LBP authors! You are truly amazing!
I can’t say enough to my Facebook group page: Succulent and Sassy Reads! You all are so awesome and I am humbled you follow me and encourage me to continue writing.
Thanks so much to my incredible arc team and to everyone who read an advance copy and posted a review. You ladies are so valuable to me!
I want to thank my readers because without you, this would not be possible!
Of course, none of this would be a possibility without the hubs and our little ones who call me Mom. I love you more than I can express.
~Leigh
About the Author
Leigh Lennon is a mother, a veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion, writing twelve books. Now ready to publish all of them, she lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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