Releasing Keanu

by Davis, Siobhan

  Instinctively, I press in closer to him, and butterflies flood my chest when I feel his hardness pushing against me.

  He freezes, looking up at me with worry etched across his handsome face. “You turn me on so much, Sel, but I don’t ever want you to feel pressured into anything. I want to make love to you, one day, but I’ll wait as long as you need me to. That hasn’t changed.”

  “I want that too. And I’m almost there.”

  “There is no rush and no need to set a timeline.”

  I smile at this sweet, sweet man. “I agree, and I want it to be natural and for it to happen when we are both in the same place.” I tighten my arms around his neck, leaning down close to his face. “But right now, I badly need something else from you.”

  “Anything,” he rasps, his eyes drenched with desire.

  My eyes burn with need for him. “Kiss me, Keanu. I need to feel your lips against mine again.”

  17

  Keanu

  I’ve been dying to kiss her from the instant she reappeared in my life, so I’m not wasting another second. Angling my head, I close the small gap between our faces and press soft lips to her mouth. Her lips move more urgently against mine, and I let her set the pace, matching her kiss for kiss, so happy it feels like I could burst. Gently, I lap at the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she opens for me. I lick inside her mouth, our tongues softly stroking one another, and I instinctively pull her in closer to my body so we’re flush against one another, chest to chest, hip to hip.

  It takes mammoth effort not to rock my hard-on against her, but we’re taking this one step at a time, and despite her earlier plea, I don’t want to do anything that will startle her or upset her.

  She runs her fingers through my hair as we kiss, and precum leaks from the crown of my cock. I swear I could come like this. When she moans into my mouth, I almost do, and my cock twitches, pressing against her of its own volition, my erection straining against the denim of my jeans. I still for a nanosecond, but her lips continue to worship mine, and I relax into our make-out session, kissing her like a starving man who has just stumbled across the most decadent feast.

  I lose track of time, and I’ve no clue how long we kiss for, but eventually, we break apart, both panting and flushed with swollen lips and massive grins. “I’ve missed kissing you so much,” I say.

  “Me too.” Her expression and her tone are dreamy, and I mentally fist pump the air.

  Leaning in, I rub my nose up the elegant column of her neck, inhaling her signature scent. “So, it’s official?” I ask against her throbbing pulse. “We are boyfriend and girlfriend again?”

  “To me, we are way more than that. But officially, publicly, yes.”

  I lift my lips from her neck, staring into her gleaming eyes. “Publicly?”

  She nods, smiling. “No more hiding, K.” She pecks my lips, and a contented sigh slips out. “At least not from our families and friends. But I heard what Keven said last night and we can’t go public, public.”

  I know what she means. We need to keep this private, within our circle, until the threat has passed.

  “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” she adds. “And it’s best we maintain separation in the public eye so you don’t become a target.”

  “I can’t wait for the day when I can shout from the rooftops that you are mine,” I reply, “but I agree we need to keep this close for now.”

  Her cell pings, and she slides off my lap to grab it from the table. I immediately miss her warmth. “It’s my friend Kelly,” she says, reading a text. Her fingers fly over the phone keypad as she taps out a reply. “Would it be okay if she dropped by your condo tomorrow so I can fill her in?”

  “Of course. But we won’t be back until tomorrow evening.”

  “I’ll tell her that.”

  We watch another movie, cuddling on the couch, and I can’t keep my hands or my lips off her. We’re kissing so much we miss huge chunks of the movie, but neither of us cares.

  We’re making up for lost time.

  * * *

  “It really is so peaceful here,” Selena says, drawing back the comforter and climbing into the bed later that night.

  I’m happy she’s happy here. I was a little concerned the silence might trigger her, but she appears relaxed and content. I open my arms for her. “I love coming here. It’s a welcome break from the hustle and bustle of the city.”

  “I love this cabin,” she adds, turning on her side and snuggling into me. “It’s perfect.”

  “This used to be party central when we were younger,” I admit. “My brothers and I used to sneak out of the main house and throw parties here. There was a rear entrance my parents didn’t know about, and kids from school sneaked in that way. I didn’t attend often, but let’s just say they were pretty wild.”

  “I didn’t know that,” she says, spearing me with an inquisitive expression.

  “I never mentioned it because I knew you would never come. I didn’t want you to feel bad. And I loved spending my weekend nights hanging out at your house with you. I’ve never been big into partying.”

  Except for the last couple years.

  I punt kick that meddling devil off my shoulder even if that inner voice is right.

  At some stage, I’m going to have to fess up to Selena. To tell her all the shit I’ve done in our time apart. My gut tightens at the thought.

  What she thinks of me matters.

  And she’s bound to be disappointed.

  A part of me just wants to get it out there, but I’m not telling her tonight. I don’t want to ruin one of the best days of my life, and I know she’ll be upset when she hears.

  “Promise me, from now on, you’ll tell me when there are parties or events.” She cups my cheek. “I meant what I said. I want to do normal stuff with you. Don’t shield any of that from me.”

  I press a kiss to her palm. “I won’t. We’re in this together.”

  “We are.” A devilish smile graces her mouth. “Now, if we’re done talking, I’m ready for you to kiss me again.”

  “Not sick of me yet?” I tease, clasping the nape of her neck.

  “Never,” she whispers over my lips. “I will never tire of you.”

  I kiss her with more determination this time, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, stifling a groan as she meets my determination with a level of her own. Soon, we are grinding against one another, our hands exploring with urgency, and I’m worried I’m passing the point of no return. My need for her is building to an all-consuming no-turning-back point, and she’s not ready for that part of me yet. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, pausing to draw a breath and compose myself.

  “What’s wrong?” she pants.

  “Absolutely nothing—except you’re too fucking gorgeous and I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

  “Then don’t,” she blurts, her cheeks staining red.

  “Sel.” My face contorts in pain. “I know you said you wanted spontaneous, but I think we should plan the first time we make love.”

  “I agree,” she says, nodding, “but right now, I want you to touch me and I…I want to touch you.”

  My cock, already down with this plan, throbs behind my pajama pants.

  “You need to tell me where you want me to touch you.” This is not something I’m comfortable second-guessing. I need clear guidance so I don’t do anything that will upset her.

  She takes my hand, pulling it down to her pajama-covered chest. “Touch me here.”

  “Lie flat on your back,” I whisper, and she obliges. Her white-blonde hair fans out around her on the pillow, and she looks like an angel fallen to Earth. “You are so Goddamned beautiful, Selena.” I graze my fingers along her face, then down onto her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. My pulse is pounding, my fingers shaky as I slide my hand over her tits, gently caressing them through the material of her sleep top.

  A soft moan leaves her lips, and she arches her body into my hand. “More,” she whi
spers, looking at me with complete trust.

  I glide my hand down her stomach, slipping my fingers under the hem of her top, moving them up her soft silky flesh. Her breathing becomes exaggerated, and I keep my eyes on hers as my fingers reach the underside of her breasts. “Is this okay?”

  “Uh-huh,” she pants, and a smile tugs up the corners of my mouth.

  I gulp back my fear as my hands aim higher, skimming over her tits, my fingers brushing the hard tips of her nipples.

  “More,” she says, her voice firmer this time.

  Our eyes meet, and I read everything she’s conveying. Blood rushes south, and I’m hard as steel in my pants. She sits up, lifting her arms, and I remove her top, tossing it on the floor by the bed. She lies back down, her hair spreading out around her like a halo, and my eyes roam her bare upper torso. Her tits are perfect handfuls. Small, soft mounds with neat, rosy nipples. The marks on her delicate skin are like battle scars—scars she wears more proudly now.

  To me, they represent strength. Survival.

  To Selena, they’ve always served as a reminder of a past she longs to forget.

  Before, she would only let me touch her in the dark, so this is new. And further proof of how far along the road my girl has traveled. She is so strong. So brave. So inspiring.

  “You’re beautiful, Selena,” I whisper, rubbing my thumbs back and forth across her nipples. Slowly, I bend down and take one puckered tip into my mouth. I lick the tight nubs with feather-soft brushes of my tongue, gently sucking, being careful not to be too hard or too rough, and I keep my eyes on her at all times. The second this stops being enjoyable, I will retract.

  “Keanu.” Her whisper is a desperate plea, and I arch a brow. “I’m aching for you.” She bites down on her lip, spearing me with a silent command.

  “What do you need, baby?” I ask, caressing her tits, trying to stop my rock-hard cock from poking a hole through my cotton pajama pants.

  “Touch me down there,” she says, and I almost tumble off the bed in shock.

  I’ve never properly touched her pussy because the one and only time I tried to finger her, she broke down sobbing, and I never tried again. Nerves rattle my bones, and I’m not sure about this at all. “I want to, but are you sure, baby?” I clasp her face in my palms. “There is no rush.”

  “I need you, Keanu,” she pleads. “And I promise if it hurts or I don’t like it I’ll tell you to stop, but I want you to try.”

  My heart is galloping around my chest and blood rushes to my ears as I peel back the covers, gripping the sides of her sleep shorts and pulling them down her long, lean legs. I spread her thighs ever so gently and start kissing my way up her leg, starting at her ankle. I alternate my gaze between her leg and her face, looking for any signs she’s uncomfortable, but by the way she’s writhing and mewling I know there is only pleasure. My heart surges with strong emotion as I kiss my way up her legs until I’ve reached her heavenly place.

  I brush my fingers against her lace-covered core in a barely there touch, and she almost bucks off the bed. My eyes beseech hers.

  “Please don’t stop. This feels too good.”

  Encouraged by her words, I bring my mouth down, kissing her over her flimsy panties.

  A guttural moan filters through the air, and I peel her panties away, leaving her exposed to me. I part her pussy lips, gently stroking her with my tongue, licking a quick line along her slit, watching her reaction carefully. I continue licking and stroking her with my tongue, and when she cries out for more, I suction my mouth over the bundle of nerves, sucking deep. I want to insert my fingers inside her, but I’m afraid, so I use my tongue to bring her to orgasm instead.

  Her body bucks and thrashes as her climax consumes her body, and I keep my mouth on her, all the time watching for any signs I should stop. But there is no evident discomfort or upset, and my heart surges with joy at the obvious pleasure on her face.

  I did that.

  I put that look there.

  And I want to continue doing it. To continue giving her pleasure. To show her how good it can be between us.

  When her body quiets down, and I’ve milked every last drop of her arousal, I crawl up beside her, tugging the covers over us. “Was that okay?” I croak, stroking my fingers through her hair.

  “Keanu.” Her eyes open as she clutches on to me, and then, she starts crying.

  Everything locks up inside me.

  What the fuck have I done?

  “Selena, I’m so sorry. I—”

  She shakes her head, tears leaking out of her eyes. “Don’t,” she says. “Don’t apologize.” She presses her mouth softly and sweetly against mine, and I taste the salty tears on her lips. “That was the most amazing feeling ever.” She smiles through her tears, beaming at me, looking at me with so much adoration it feels like I could conquer mountains. “You just gave me my first orgasm, and it was everything, Keanu. Everything.”

  18

  Selena

  I wake the following morning tucked under Keanu’s arm, feeling warm and safe, and I can’t stop the giant smile that ghosts over my face as I recall last night. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life, and I’m still bathed in a happy glow. Keanu’s soft snore confirms he’s still asleep behind me, and I decide to take advantage of the fact I’m awake first.

  He wouldn’t let me reciprocate last night even though I wanted to touch him, to bring him the same pleasure he’d brought me, but he insisted it was all about me, so I want to do something nice for him today. I’m going to cook him blueberry pancakes and bring it in to him in bed.

  I creep out from under the covers like a skilled spy, careful not to wake my Sleeping Beauty.

  I stare at him for a moment, admiring his gorgeous form, and my heart is so full of love. His hair is all messy from my fingers, and the light layer of scruff on his chin and cheeks has me blushing as I remember how it felt brushing against the apex of my thighs. His lips part ever so slightly, and a pang of longing hits me in the chest. Keanu is an amazing kisser, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his mouth on mine. He looks so peaceful and so young when he’s asleep, and I want to capture the expression, so I take out my cell and take a sneaky pic of him, setting it as my screensaver.

  I’m already dressed in my sleep shorts and top, having put them back on last night, but I grab my silk robe from our bag, tying it around my waist and padding out to the kitchen in my bare feet.

  I put some music on my cell as I prepare the batter, keeping the volume down low so I don’t wake my man, and I’m singing along to Ariana Grande when strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I jump, startled, dropping the whisk in the batter. Keanu freezes. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to creep up on you.”

  “It’s okay.” I spin around in his arms. “Any boyfriend sneaking up on his girlfriend like this would make her startle.” I shrug. “It’s normal, and nothing could ruin my happy buzz today.”

  His answering smile melts me into a puddle of goo, and I fall even deeper in love with him. “Fuck. I love you.” He swoops in, claiming my mouth as he bends me back a little, laying a passionate kiss on my lips.

  “I love you too,” I murmur, when we come up for air, circling my arms around his neck. “So, so much. You make me unbelievably happy.”

  “My mission in life is to bring you happiness.”

  “Well, you’re damn good at it.”

  He chuckles. “Kent is going to give me shit when he sees how loved up we are.”

  “He can try.” I slide out of his arms, returning my attention to my pancake batter. “But I think I have your brother wrapped around my pinkie already. I’ll make him behave.”

  Keanu cracks up laughing. “I would pay good money to see that.”

  I playfully swat at his chest. “I accept your challenge,” I joke. “Now, go shower, and when you return, I’ll have breakfast ready.”

  “You didn’t have to do that,” he says, his eyes softening.

  “I know.
I wanted to. You always spoil me, and now, I want to spoil you.”

  He stares at me with glistening eyes. “This is like a dream come true. I wished for this.”

  Oh my. This guy. He slays me all the time. How is he so sweet? So perfect? How is he mine?

  “You’re the stuff dreams are made of,” I say, stretching up to kiss him. “And I’m so happy we found our way back to one another.”

  After breakfast, we play some games on the Xbox and spend an amusing half hour looking through old photo albums. Keanu was such a cute baby, an adorable kid, and I especially love the photos of him as a young teenager because it reminds me of when we met. After, I spend some time helping Alex prepare dinner, enjoying listening to her talk about her new business venture, and her grandkids, and her plans for the renewal of vows ceremony which is taking place just after Keanu’s twentieth birthday.

  “Look who I found,” James says, coming into the kitchen with Kyler and Faye in tow. Keanu appears from behind them, instantly moving to my side.

  “What a lovely surprise!” Alex dries her hands on some paper towels before flinging her arms around Faye and Kyler, dragging them into a group hug.

  “We were on our way back from the cabin,” Faye says when Alex releases them. “And thought we’d stop by.”

  “I’d have been pissed if you didn’t,” Alex says.

  “Hey, man.” Kyler walks to us, pulling Keanu into a quick man hug. They slap each other on the back.

  “Good to see you,” Keanu says, sliding his arm around my waist. “You remember Selena?”

  “Of course. It’s nice to see you again.” Kyler smiles warmly at me.

  “You too,” I quietly say.

  “So, are you two back together?” he asks, quirking a brow at his brother.

  “Oh my God.” Faye rolls her eyes as she loops her arm through her husband’s. “Ignore him. He has no tact.”