Releasing Keanu

by Davis, Siobhan

  “To us,” she says, pushing off the wall and chinking her glass against mine.

  “To eternal love,” I add, taking a sip as I clasp her hand and pull her over to the bed.

  We sit cross-legged on the bed, facing one another. Her in her sexy nightgown. Me in only my boxers. Sipping our champagne, our knees touching, feeding each other strawberries, as we gaze into one another’s eyes. When we’re finished, I set our glasses down and gently haul her into my lap. “I love you, Selena. Thank you for agreeing to share your life with me.”

  “No one has ever made me as happy as you do, K.” She drags her fingers through my hair. “No one has ever loved me as fully as you do.” She presses an open-mouthed kiss just under my jawline, and I shiver all over. “No one has ever worshiped the ground I walk on like you do.” She runs her fingers along my face. “I am going to spend the rest of my days honoring and loving you, starting with right now.”

  With shaking hands, she pushes the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. The straps slide down her arms, pulling the top of her nightie down, exposing her bare chest to me.

  I caress her tits, one at a time, gently kneading her soft flesh. Her nipples are like bullets against my palms, and I flick at them with my fingers in the way I know she loves. She throws her head back, moaning as she wiggles on my lap, her face drenched with desire. My cock jerks behind my boxers, eager as ever, as I lift her off me, placing her flat on her back in the center of the bed.

  With slow, careful movements, I slide the nightie down the rest of the way, kissing every inch of her skin as I pull it off, leaving her totally naked, laid out before me with her hair fanning around her head, like a beautiful Aphrodite in the flesh. I yank my boxers down, kicking them away as I crawl back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and kneeling between the apex of her thighs. “You are so beautiful, Selena.”

  Her face relaxes, and the wanton look she sends my way has my cock bobbing against my stomach.

  “Make love to me, Keanu. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “Soon, baby. Let me get you ready first.” I take my time warming her up. Licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of soft, creamy skin. I tease her pussy with my tongue and my fingers, and when I suck hard on her clit, she falls apart underneath me, moaning as she fists the covers, her hips bucking wildly as she rides out her climax.

  I can’t wait any longer, so I climb over her body, keeping myself propped up by my elbows as I kiss the shit out of her. When we break for air, I examine her face closely, looking for any signs of discomfort. But all I see is love and desire staring back at me.

  I angle my hips, lining my cock up at her entrance. “You feel me, baby?” I ask, nudging her opening, and she nods, threading her fingers through my hair. “Can I make love to you?”

  A calmness washes over her. “Please, husband. I want every part of you.”

  Very slowly, I push inside her. Keeping my eyes pinned to hers as I dust kisses all over her face. Fuck. She’s so tight, and I don’t think I’ll last long. “Are you okay?” I ask as I inch in farther, groaning as little tremors zip up my spine.

  “I’m okay,” she reassures me, moving her hands to my back, tracing a line up and down my spine.

  I kiss her lips softly as I edge in again, pushing in farther until I’m fully seated inside her.

  Selena knows this is the first time I’ve ever gone bareback as we discussed contraception last week.

  She’s on the pill, and we’re both clean, so we agreed there would be nothing between us tonight. It’s only fitting that the one and only person I’m ever inside of with no barrier is my beautiful wife. “You feel so good, baby.” I nip at her earlobe, pressing a slew of drugging kisses along her jawline, trailing my nose along the elegant column of her neck, inhaling everything about her.

  “You can move, babe,” she says, her hands roaming my back. “I need you to move.”

  I pivot my hips, moving in and out of her in slow, long strokes. Heavenly shockwaves ricochet all over my body, and I’ve never felt anything even close to this before.

  I make love to her slowly and carefully, watching her all the time, checking in a few times to make sure she’s okay.

  Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands move to my ass as she pulls me closer. Our lips meet in a melting pot of desire, and it takes effort to keep from thrusting too hard. When she angles her hips, lifting up slightly, I hiss between my teeth as I feel my climax start to build. I draw one tender nipple into my mouth, sucking and lapping at the hard peak as I rock my hips with a little more urgency.

  Selena emits all these breathy little moans that enhance my arousal, and I’m close to the edge. Seeing the pleasure and joy on her face almost undoes me.

  I’m not going to lie.

  I was so scared this wouldn’t work.

  That she wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it, and I’m so fucking happy she’s happy. That her eyes brim with emotion, her cheeks are flushed from sex, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body arching and writhing as I make love to her.

  This is everything I’ve dreamed of and more.

  Some might say I’m crazy for marrying my first girlfriend, my only girlfriend, especially when I’m only turning twenty next week, but I know my own mind. My heart. And Selena has always been it for me.

  I haven’t ever been this content, and I know this is only the start of something amazing.

  Moving my hand between our bodies, I toy with her clit, and a primal groan rips from her lips. “Oh my God, Keanu.” Tears glisten in her eyes as she stares at me. “This feels so unbelievably good.”

  “Love you so much,” I say before my lips claim hers again.

  “I’m so close,” she cries out when our lips part.

  “Me too. I want to come with you,” I add, rubbing her clit with firmer strokes.

  She screams as an orgasm consumes her, thrashing around underneath me, her skin flushed, her eyes alive. My balls tighten, and fiery tingles shoot up my spine, and then, I’m coming too, spilling deep, my inner beast silently beating its chest as my seed lodges inside her.

  When we’re both sated, I roll onto my side, taking her with me, keeping my cock inside her. “You doing okay, Mrs. Kennedy?” I ask, pushing damp strands of hair off her brow.

  “Keanu,” she chokes out with tears tumbling down her cheeks. “That was everything I’ve always imagined it to be.”

  “That was incredible, Sel,” I agree. “And everything I’d hoped for and more. It only confirms what I’ve always known. We were made to fit together, baby.”

  She plasters my face in kisses before sealing her lips to mine. Her salty, sweet taste is like heaven on my lips, and I know I’ll never get enough of her. I hug her to my chest, savoring the feel of her body against mine, skin to skin, and we drift off to sleep, locked in our embrace.

  * * *

  My twentieth birthday arrives, and it’s the second year in a row when the three of us haven’t celebrated together. Last year, Kent and I went partying, and I got wasted. Keats was at Berkeley, so it was the first time we were separated on our birthday. I guess it’s unrealistic to expect we can continue to do stuff together.

  It’s a shame the guys couldn’t stick around after the wedding, but they have lives back in the US. Plus, any prolonged absence may have drawn interest. While I know Kev went to a lot of trouble ensuring Keats and Kent got here without being traced, we can’t be too careful.

  So, I find myself without my triplets on my birthday again this year. This time, I spend it with Selena and my brother and his fiancée.

  Sel wakes me up by jumping on the bed and shoving a heavy gift wrapped in shiny red paper at me. “Do you like it?” She tugs on the corner of her nail, her face creased with worry as I examine the pile of books she got me. They are all related to setting up your own business. She even registered a bunch of domain names for me, and I love that she remembers the conversation we had about setting up my own designer brand and the tentative names
I had in mind.

  I haul her into my lap. “I love it.” I press a kiss to her lips. “I love how much you support me following my dreams.”

  “You support mine,” she replies. “And I want to see you scale those heady heights I know you’ll climb.”

  “With you by my side, it feels like I can achieve anything.”

  Her features soften as she wraps her arms around me. “I know the feeling,” she murmurs before dropping her mouth to mine.

  And that’s the last talking we do for a while.

  That evening, Selena cooks a French-inspired feast, preparing all of Sandrine’s old family recipes, and we eat like kings. The wine is flowing, conversation is lively, and it is hands down one of my best ever birthdays. Especially when my wife gives me a special birthday gift that night in bed.

  Slinking out of the bathroom in another new nightie, she looks fucking sensational in a tiny black and red number she wore for all of four seconds before I pulled it off her. Watching my wife ride my cock is out of this world, and the obvious enjoyment she derives from taking control and giving me pleasure almost has me shooting my load prematurely.

  Life is good, and I don’t want to leave this island, but it’s my parents’ marriage renewal ceremony next week, so we’re going back to Massachusetts for a few days.

  * * *

  Dad is busy with celebratory preparations, so he sends Michael, his standby pilot, to collect us. We sleep for most of the flight, and when we set down in Boston, it’s the middle of the night, and unfortunately, we’re now all wide-awake.

  We spend the night at the cabin on the grounds of my parents’ property. Cheryl and Keven stay there too, along with three of the bodyguards. The other three—the ones who drew the short straws—are guarding the grounds. Dad also has extra security on hand for the event tomorrow, so we’re safe and protected here, but I’m still uneasy, and I can sense Sel is too.

  It was relatively easy to forget the danger of the situation in Santorini. But now we’re back home, it’s like a slap in the face.

  Sinead and Colin come over early the next morning to brief us. Kev kept us updated the whole time we were away, but it’s good to sit down face to face with his team.

  Lawrence is still under close FBI surveillance, and the team is working nonstop to try to find something to pin on him, but so far, nothing has turned up. Which means we’ll definitely be returning to Greece. Something I’m not in any way unhappy about. Neither is my wife.

  After the agents leave, we walk to the main house to join the rest of the family for breakfast.

  “Prepare yourself,” I warn Selena again as we near the back of the house. “My family is crazy and loud, and they’re going to want to smother you with love. I apologize in advance.”

  “There is nothing to apologize for, K.” Selena squeezes my hand as we walk in the back door and I lead her through the house toward the open-plan kitchen. “They’re my family now, and I don’t want anyone to tread on eggshells around me anymore.”

  “I hope you’re still saying that after today,” I joke, wrapping my arms around her as we enter mayhem.

  “Uncle Kaynu!!! Uncle Keven!!” Hewson shrieks as he spots us, storming across the kitchen on his short, stubby legs. He can’t say my name properly yet, but it’s cute when he calls me Kaynu. I crouch down, and he throws himself at me, his chubby arms snaking around my neck. “Where’s my pwesent?” he asks, looking all around.

  “What present?!” I tease, standing with him in my arms.

  He spins around in my arms, and I barely manage to keep a hold of him. “Uncle Keven. You have my pwesent?”

  Kev pretends to look all around him, frowning and scratching his chin. “I don’t see any present. Do you, Cheryl?”

  “Stop it!” Cheryl shakes her finger at both of us. “Stop torturing the little cutie.” She slides the box wrapped in blue paper to Selena, nudging her forward.

  “Who are you?” Hewson asks, noticing Selena for the first time.

  “This is Selena,” I say.

  “Auntie Selena!” Hewson wriggles in my arms, catching me off guard, and I nearly drop the little monster. “Do you have my pwesent?” he asks in a hopeful tone.

  “Oh, boy,” Lana says, coming to our aid. “His manners seem to have done a disappearing act.”

  My brother Kalvin comes up behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her growing baby bump. My sister-in-law is five months pregnant with their second child, and she’s due to give birth a couple months after Eva, my other sister-in-law.

  Very soon, this house is going to be overrun with kids.

  Images of Selena pregnant with my child surfaces in my mind, and I can’t wait for that day. But I want to enjoy my wife first. And I want to put all this stuff with Lawrence behind us before we even consider a discussion about kids.

  “Hey, little dude,” Kal says, snapping me out of my futuristic thoughts. “Don’t you have something to say to Uncle Keanu and Auntie Selena?”

  His little brow puckers, and then, his eyes light up. “Gratulations!” he shouts, clapping his hands, and we all laugh. Until he spots the present in Selena’s hand and skydives out of my arms. Thankfully, his dad has lightning-fast reflexes and catches the little handful before he splats the ground.

  “Holy hell.” I shake my head. “Let’s hope the next kid gets your genes, Lana,” I joke.

  Selena decides to put my nephew out of his misery, kneeling in front of him and holding out the present. “This is for you. From all of us.” She gestures at me, Cher bear, and Keven. “A little birdie told us you like dinosaurs.”

  “I do! I do!” He starts simultaneously jumping up and down and ripping at the paper. Kal helps his son, and Hewson’s entire face erupts with happiness when he spots the miniature dinosaur set. Options were limited on Santorini, but thankfully, we found something that worked.

  “What do you say, Hewson?” Lana prompts.

  “Thank you!” Hewson singsongs, briefly lifting his head up to shoot us a toothy grin.

  “Congratulations, guys,” Kal says, straightening up. “We’re delighted for you.”

  “That video you sent was so beautiful,” Lana says with tears swimming in her eyes. “It looked so romantic.”

  “It was,” Selena says, leaning into me. I tuck her into my side, kissing the top of her head. “It was everything I imagined for my wedding day and more.”

  “That’s a winner,” Kyler says, grinning at Hewson as he approaches with his arm around Faye. Hewson has a dinosaur in each hand, and he’s walking them across the tile floor, blabbering away in different voices as he makes them “talk” to one another.

  “C’mere little brother.” Ky releases his wife to grab me into a strong hug. “Congrats, man. I’m so happy for you. Married life is fucking awesome.”

  “Thanks, bro.” I struggle to speak over the messy ball of emotion that’s just materialized at the back of my throat.

  Faye is hugging Selena, whispering in her ear. And then, everyone else is on top of us, offering best wishes and pulling us into hugs.

  Selena looks happy if overwhelmed.

  When I finally pry her out of my mom’s arms, I take her hand leading her into the dining room where breakfast has been set up. I press my mouth to her ear. “Thinking about divorcing me yet?” I tease, waggling my brows.

  “Never.” She nudges me playfully in the ribs. “You’re stuck with me now.”

  29

  Selena

  The ceremony was beautiful, and there was barely a dry eye in the house. Keanu was in the front row, alongside his brothers, all looking so handsome in their tuxes. Mom sat with me, alongside the other wives and girlfriends, in the row behind.

  Now, we’re sitting at one of two large round tables at the top of the marquee that’s been erected on the grounds. We’ve just finished a delicious five-course meal, and the band has started. The dance floor is already crowded, so Mom can’t object when my husband drags her up to dance.

  “I
t’s wonderful to see Keanu so happy,” Eva says, smiling at me as she sips on her water.

  Eva is Kaden’s wife, and Kaden is Keanu’s eldest brother. They eloped two years ago and got married in secret. Then, Alex planned their lavish Boston wedding which took place last year.

  “I hate that I hurt him so much he was miserable, but we needed that time apart,” I admit.

  “I can only imagine,” she says, compassion flooding her eyes.

  All of Keanu’s family knows about my past. I asked him to tell them because I don’t want to keep secrets from my new family. But I wasn’t up to a big family meeting either even though it is getting easier to talk about.

  She clasps my hand. “I’m so sorry for everything that happened to you. I never knew my ex-husband was involved in sex trafficking until much later, and it made me ill to think about it. Cheryl was the same when she discovered her ex-fiancé was knee-deep in that world. At least, both those bastards got what they deserved,” she adds, her nostrils flaring. “And those bastards who hurt you will pay the same price.” She squeezes my hand more firmly. “Our husbands will accept nothing less.”

  “I hope it’s sooner rather than later,” I say. “Because I want to move forward with my life, and that’s the only cloud that can cast a shadow over our plans.”

  “Trust Keven. Trust the guys. They’ll nail those monsters to the wall.”

  A little whimper leaves baby Milly’s lips, and we both look at Eva and Kaden’s daughter squirming in her stroller. She’s asleep, worn out from all the excitement of today.

  “She’s such a little beauty,” I tell Eva, smiling at the gorgeous little baby as she pulls her thumb into her mouth, sucking greedily.

  “I can’t believe she’s nine months old already. That she’s crawling and she’ll be walking soon. It’s happened in the blink of an eye.” She rocks the stroller back and forth with one hand while her other hand rests atop her large baby bump.