by Dace Everan
She watched as he un-hooded it and turned it on. “Few minutes and it should be warm. Sorry, rule of my tub is you have to shower first.” He took her hand and led her back into the house.
Keena let him lead her down the hall. The first door was a bedroom, the second was an office, and the third the bathroom. He grabbed from it two large towels.
He handed one to her. “You undress here and shower out there. I’ll meet you out there.”
Keena nodded and watched him leave. She furrowed her brow. He didn’t close the door and he hadn’t gone the way they had come. She swallowed and closed the door herself.
George grabbed a couple of condoms—no point in not having them handy. Who knew what could happen out there? He smiled to himself. Returning to the kitchen, he pulled out an already-made platter of meats and cheese. It wouldn’t hurt her to put on a few pounds. Poor girl looked hungry. He grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses, and two bottles of water.
Keena looked at herself. What the hell had she been thinking? She looked at the ugly scars on her wrists, then flipped open the towel and looked over her scarred tummy. He would be disgusted. She should just get redressed and sit on the swing as he soaked in the tub…but the heat would feel so good. She groaned, unsure of what to do.
Chapter Seven
George raised a brow, impressed she had actually gotten undressed. He wondered if she wore her panties still…definitely no bra. He could see that. He motioned for her to follow him.
Keena stared at his naked back. He only had a towel around his tapered waist. He led her around the swing and into a dimly lit area. She giggled at the sight of the showerhead poking from the side of his house.
“You have to be careful. I’ve heard my brother fall on his ass after he showered, not paying attention,” he warned.
Keena smiled, nodding. She gasped when he took her towel from her. She went quickly went to cover herself with her hands.
“Don’t be shy, sugar. It’s my job to see naked women.” That came out all wrong.
Keena looked at him with big eyes.
“I meant, I see women naked all the time. Second nature to me…” he offered. This was not coming out the way he wanted. Surely she remembered he worked at the club and most of those women were naked.
Keena furrowed her brows. Would he compare her body to others? Did she even compete with the bodies of others?
George reached around her and turned the water on. “You have product in your hair?”
Keena shook her head. She was one of the blessed women. Her curls were natural and she didn’t suffer frizz, unless it was extremely humid. She stepped under the shower of water, groaning. Oh, goodness, hot water. She couldn’t afford heat at her place. She opted out for the sake of electricity, and used that sparingly.
George watched her as her eyes closed and she marvelled in the warm shower. Shit, it was as though she had never had a shower—correction, a warm shower. His eyes drifted over her as water slid between her perfect, little round breasts and down her flat tummy…well, well, well. Someone liked to go el bare o commando down below. His dick twitched at the sight. That he did like.
His eyes darted back up to her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze and his cock jerked to life. Her body wanted this even though her mind hadn’t decided. He wasn’t sure what had happened to her, but she was incredibly shy. “Go, hop in, sugar,” he ordered. Laying a soft kiss across her lips, he gave her a soft shove away from him.
Keena glanced back as he went under the shower of water. Her heart pounded to life at the sight of his thick erection. She stumbled, letting out a squeal before catching herself. Oh, God, could she be any more of a klutz?
George chuckled, turning his back to her and letting the water pour over him completely.
Keena inhaled sharply. He had a long braid that reached his bottom, and, oh, goodness, his ass was muscled. She had never looked at a man’s ass like that, naked and wet, and, oh, God, if her pussy didn’t cry out in want as she continued walking away from the superb specimen.
George slipped into the hot tub next to her, reaching past her and popping open the wine. He set it back down. “If I was a proper host, I would have had that done already,” he chided himself.
Keena chuckled. “David would just pour it and drink it up like tap water, slob,” she uttered, tensing. Shit, she hadn’t meant to say that. Ugh! No man wanted to hear about another man.
George chuckled. “Men, idiots, most of the time,” he offered. He wondered if this David was the asshole who had dared mark her body. He plucked up some sausage. “Hungry?”
Keena shook her head. She had eaten way too much at the restaurant. “Paula is married to your brother Sam?”
George nodded.
“And Sam and Jared are twins?”
George again nodded.
“And Rick’s the baby?”
George chuckled. “Of us, yes, but there is a sister. She’s married, so any practicing of kissing on that one, you would have to talk to her husband, Garret. The last I heard, he doesn’t share, even if it benefits him.” He chuckled, chewing on the meat. “Personally, I think he’s just lazy.”
Keena smiled, settling and relaxing, tilting her head back against the head rest. “Wow, you have a big family.”
George snorted. “That’s just us kids. Viv and Garret have four boys, two daughters. I think they’re done. Jared and Lila have baby Anne, Kyla, and Ty. Sam and Paula just had Blain and Bellamy. Can’t believe they named that poor girl Bellamy.” He shook his head. “Poor girl, I’m thinking I’ll kidnap her, give her a cooler name, and maybe give her back if they think over keeping the name.”
Keena giggled. “Let me guess, you would name her Kay-Dee,” she offered, mischievous gleam in her eyes.
George chuckled. “Nah, nice thought, though. I was thinking George.”
Keena stared at him, dumbfounded. “You would rather she be named George than Bellamy? Bellamy is a pretty name,” she uttered.
George grunted. “See, even you don’t like the name.” He gestured, pouring her a glass of wine. He could hear the strain in her voice as she tried to say Bellamy in a sing-song kinda way. It did not work at all.
Keena accepted the wine, smelling it. She closed her eyes. She didn’t remember the last time she had had red wine. Wait, with her sister Carmy, before Carmy had run. David had only allowed her champagne while he got the wines.
George watched her obviously reminiscing, and sad memories to boot. “How is it you live in a one-bedroom when your daddy is a casino mogul?” There were many things he needed to learn about this woman.
Keena shook her head. “When I got married, he disowned me,” she answered honestly.
George raised a brow. “You were married? What, you were maybe nineteen?”
Keena shook her head, blushing in embarrassment. He thought she was that young? And probably inexperienced to boot. “Twenty-two. I married him when I was eighteen.” She paused. “I thought I was in love,” she shared, taking a sip.
George grunted. “Pretty young, he must have wooed you pretty good.”
Keena snorted. “Promised to love me and protect me forever,” she answered, frowning, looking at him. George had promised to protect her? No, wait, keep her safe. It was the same friggen’ thing! George was capable of doing anything to her. She tensed up and panic whirred through her. He could do some serious damage to her. Worse than what David had ever done.
George caught the panic in her eyes. “Keena, whatever you’re thinking, please don’t. Don’t know what happened between you and this ex-husband of yours, but I tell you right now, I would never do that to you.”
Keena stared at him. She believed him. “He used to tie me up and cut me!” she blurted.
George tensed, then reminded himself to keep his calm, although all he wanted right that moment was to hop out of the tub, demand to know where the fucker was, hunt him down, and kill his ass. “Was it consensual?” He didn’t need to jump to concl
usions. Everyone had their kinks. Maybe this had been one of hers and her ex had just taken it too far.
Keena slumped further under the water. She shouldn’t have said that. He hadn’t even looked at her scars, not once. She furrowed her brow. “It had been at the start…” She released a heavy breath and her shoulders lightened as though a ton of bricks had been lifted off. “Just little slices. Just enough to offer you a sweet sting.” She paused and looked away. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into David, why he had turned so mean. “Then he started cutting deeper, longer cuts.”
Embarrassment filled her. She didn’t like admitting that she had enjoyed being sliced into. Not now. Not after the years of hearing David call her a pain slut, a little whore who couldn’t get enough. She clenched her teeth and held back the tears that wanted to burst forth at the horrible memories of the shame she had felt after he would cut her up and beat her, then yell horrible names at her.
George set his glass down, took her glass from her trembling hand, and put it next to his. He took hold of her around her tiny waist and pulled her into his lap till she straddled him. She needed good, comforting physical contact right now. Keena looked at him nervously. He traced the scars over her flat tummy, and up to the underside of her breasts with his thumbs.
“I hope he’s dead.” She may have wanted to be cut, but these marks were not marks that she displayed proudly. He’d met his share of people, and those who enjoyed this kink displayed them proudly. This ex of hers had hurt her, and that was not acceptable.
Keena shook her head. If she were lucky, he was dead. She wasn’t lucky. Nothing but bad luck had followed her since she laid eyes on David Filton.
George narrowed his eyes, skimming his hands to her backside. He had thought he had seen a few scars there as well. “He left your legs alone?”
Keena nodded. She didn’t like sitting here like this with him. It gave him free reign to do what he wanted with his hands, like he did at that moment.
George cupped the back of her head and pulled her close till their mouths were nearly touching. The sweetest whimper escaped her. George groaned and pulled her till her mouth met his. Keena moaned and released herself to him.
George trailed his hands down her back, cupping her ass. Keena grasped his shoulders and rubbed her bare pussy against his thick erection. Sweet bliss, the woman could roll her hips in the sweetest rhythm. She slid her tongue across his and he demanded more of her. She delved into his hair and held, pulling while she hungrily assaulted his mouth with hers.
Keena moaned as he held her away from him and against the outer rim of the tub. He covered her pebbled nipple with his mouth and sucked it in. She arched, hips slamming against him. She wanted more and she wanted it now. George groaned, nipping her with his teeth.
Keena rasped a sharp breath, the mild stroke of pain shooting her back to the present and what she was doing. “George,” she panted, resting her arms on the rim of the tub and lifting herself away from him.
George looked at her. She looked spooked. “Keena?” Her name was a mere whisper on his lips, a plea not to stop him.
Keena shook her head. “We shouldn’t.”
George pulled her close, or did he move closer to her? He trapped her against the tub. “Tell me why and make it a good reason, and I’ll stop right now.” His cock ached to taste the sweetness of her hot cunt.
Keena shook her head. “I…want you to stop,” she whispered.
George studied her for a moment. He licked his lips and wished he hadn’t. He could still taste her there. “Keena…” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I will not hurt you,” he said, and meant it.
Keena shook her head. She couldn’t do this. She should never have gone to that stupid club, nor gotten into his car tonight.
George released her and settled back on his side of the tub. He assessed her and decided he would hunt the fucker down himself if need be. If it was what it took to make Keena feel she was safe enough to give herself as freely as she had just wanted to. She had been a free spirit once upon a time, and he wanted to see that in her again!
To have just been able to have a slight taste of it seconds ago had been inspiring. His heart thudded in his chest and his dick ached to be one with her. He wanted to have her in his arms, holding her, but knew his pecker was doing the thinking right now, and the best move was to stay on his side till both of them regained their composure.
Chapter Eight
Keena woke embraced in warmth. Fluffy, comforting warmth. She sighed. Her mind came crashing down around her. She slowly opened her eyes. She remotely remembered saying goodnight to George. She had been in the guest room. He had even closed the door, making sure she had been comfortable before going to bed himself.
She looked around the room. The door was still closed, the curtains half opened, and the sun was peeking through. She assumed it was early still. She lay still and held her breath, listening to the sounds of George’s home. Complete silence. She bit her lip. Did she dare venture out and greet him?
She closed her eyes, remembering the way she had so wantonly rubbed her pussy against him. Oh, God, his erection had been blissfully hard, rock-hard, and her carnal-self had stepped forth. She clenched her thighs, her pussy already weeping with want for George.
What was it about this man that tugged at her? Everything about him turned her on. It was nothing like when she had met David. David had been into what she had been. They had presented something for each other. What was she giving George, and what did he give her? Passion, lust. He made her feel safe. Was that something she wanted? Of course. She needed that security, and George could fill that. In the short forty-eight hours that she had known him, he had already presented that. He had stopped when she had asked him, and that was it. He still had treated her like a human. No judging looks, just acceptance that she wanted to stop.
She slid her hands down between her legs. Oh, God, the ache was unbearable. Just a few strokes and she would stop. Her breath ripped from her throat as she lay back in the middle of the bed, vigorously stroking her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for that overwhelming blissful state to take her over the edge and leave her floating. She continued stroking, groaning in frustration when it didn’t occur. She slumped under the blankets, regaining her senses and catching her breath.
“I can help you if you’d like.”
A squeal escaped Keena at the husky tone and she whipped the blankets off her head. There George stood, a bronze god. His jeans were undone, he wore no shirt, and his hair was a ruffled mess on his head. He had a sly smirk on his lips and it melted her heart.
Did she know how sexy she looked sprawled in his bed, her hair a tumbled mass of chaos framing her beautiful face? The shirt he had lent her for the night was shifted up and one perky breast peeked out and begged for him. He tugged the blanket lower as he knelt on the bed. He motioned her to spread he legs further.
“We stop when you say, Keena.” And he hoped to God he could keep that promise. He leaned closer to her pussy and inhaled her musky floral scent. Roses. She had the fragrance of roses on her. He smiled. He liked that. He’d have to make sure to have flowers sent to her. He slid his tongue along her slit and his ego flew at the exquisite moan that escaped her, the way her legs spread further and her hips lifted, begging for more. Yes, he would give her more.
Keena clutched the pillow above her head, shoving it against the headboard. Her body arched as he skillfully plundered at her pussy with his tongue. She moaned when he teased her cunt with his thick finger, her body shifting, trying to insert more of it in her. “Please, George,” she begged, moving her hips. “Now, George. Please.”
George chuckled against her pussy. His tongue fluttering against her hard little clit. “Please what, Keena?” he asked, his finger teasing her cunt. Her juices spilled from her and he inserted his finger to the first knuckle, feeling her body shift to get more.
“MORE!” she demanded.
George chuckled. “More of my ton
gue?” he teased, flicking steadily at her clit, keeping his finger knuckle-deep. Her frustrated groan turned him on further. If he didn’t watch himself, he may just come in his pants from these sweet moans.
“Your finger, George! Please. Now,” she begged, reaching down and taking hold of his wrist with her hand. She tried to push his finger further in, but he wouldn’t allow it. She growled in frustration and looked at him, annoyed. When her gaze clashed with his, he let her have it. Her mouth fell open and her legs spread further. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his.
“That’s it, baby, eyes on me. I want to see that passion in your beautiful eyes.”
Keena tried to close her eyes but couldn’t bring herself to do it. To see his soft brown gaze turn deep chocolate was making her hotter. The way he licked his lips with that wonderful tongue that had just been against her clit…She bit her lip and rode his finger, her breathing accelerating as the friction grew. She shook her head. She wanted to come with him in her. Wanted to feel his thick cock buried deep in her. “You, George. I want you,” she cried, trying to hold back the orgasm creeping its way through her. “Now, George, hurry, please,” she begged, reaching for his pants.
George allowed her to slide his pants down as far as she could. Her hands were utter bliss as they caressed his aching cock. “Condom in the pocket,” he murmured as her hands stroked him. Fuck, he could watch her delicate hand stroke him all day. She kept one hand on him while digging in his pocket with the other. When she retrieved the condom, he groaned at the loss of her hand on his dick, and watched as she tore it open. Her hand soon returned, rolling the condom blissfully down his dick.
“Now, George,” she demanded.
George grinned, leaning towards her and nipping her lips. He pushed his finger back in her cunt, cupping her mound with his palm and offering enough pressure to bring her clit back to that beautiful point it had been seconds ago. He waited till her breath was ripping from her and she had that wild look in her eyes. Yes, that look she had had right before she had spoken and demanded more of him. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her cunt and held still. He looked her right in the eye. “Are you sure, Keena?” She only nodded her head, her hands grasping his shoulder. “Speak, Keena. I wanna hear your voice,” he whispered, nipping her lips with his.
