Oh, fuck.

My dream wasn’t a dream, and I was currently spread open like a wanton slut.

Keenan stood next to me, shirtless, like a sexy shadow in the darkness. The intention in his dark eyes was very clear even as my vision fought to adjust.

The moonlight highlighted his chest, and I held my breath as the full vision of his chest became clearer. Were those nipple rings? Silver barbells protruded from each of his nipples giving his chest an exotic appeal. Intricate tattoos adorned almost every inch of skin.

It was disturbing how much my body responded to his. Even now, I could feel my sex clench and release with anticipation. I sat up in a panic and desperately pulled the covers up over my body. His t-shirt I turned into a sleep shirt was cut down the middle, revealing my naked body underneath. I choked down the sorrow from the ruined shirt that I could never again find comfort in.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you going to pretend you didn’t know this was coming?”

“I would like to think I have a choice in the matter.”

“You can decide how you want it.” He lifted the covers from my hands and peeled them back, revealing my body once more. “But decide fast because fuck you or hurt you, I’m going to do it all, and when I do, you’ll feel me. I can stretch and fill you over and over until you come, or I can make you scream another way.”

“Keenan…” I could barely manage his name. It didn’t matter anyway when he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and peeled the remains of his shirt from my body.

“Raise your hips.”

Stupidly, I obeyed.

He ran tentative fingers down my already dripping sex although his intentions were less than such. Back and forth, he continued to rub, creating a delicious friction that I fought to hate yet craved. My hips tensed with their need to move against him. My pussy was weeping from the need of him, and all the while, I silently cried into the pillow. I was thankful for my position so he wouldn’t see my tears. He would likely delight in having made me come undone.

I wanted him.

It was a fact as much as it was painful.

“We can’t do this.” It was wrong for so many reasons, and if I gave into him, what would that make me?

“Your pussy tells me you want this even if it is with me. I know your body better than you know yourself. You still belong to me, and I won’t let you forget it again.”

He was wrong. I never forgot it in the four years we’ve been apart, but every day I fought it.

“I haven’t—” It was a good thing his tongue picked that moment to touch my sex or else I would have confessed to it all.

I was a moaning, gasping, writhing mess in no time at all.

“I take back what I said earlier. Your pussy is still the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KEENAN

IT WAS LIKE an explosion of everything wonderful assaulting my taste buds. Her cries drowned out the moans I released in her pussy.

She’d already come once, and I was fighting for a second. Her trembling body was putty in my hands and weak from my mouth.

“Keenan, please.”

That’s it, baby. Beg me. Just a little more.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted. I knew the perfect way to push her over the edge, and it was right where I wanted her.

I strummed my tongue a little faster against her clit, and when her thighs shook uncontrollably, I smiled against her skin.

“Fuck me.”

She whispered it so low, if I hadn’t been listening for that very plea, I would have missed it. I continued to suck up every bit of come from her sex.

The pleasure of knowing she still craved my cock inside her was almost better than payback. She turned around to face me on her knees, reaching for my belt buckle.

My hand on her wrist stopped her. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Confusion and lust were written all over her features.

“I think we’re done here.” I made it out of the bedroom just as her angry scream ripped through the air.

Mission accomplished.

I headed for my father’s liquor cabinet in the basement. I had all of my hope on finding Kennedy in that house tonight just to find another dead end.

A part of me wondered what I would do if I ever found her.

She belonged to me just as much as her mother did, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore my instincts to keep them. Staying away had destroyed me. Walking away wasn’t something I couldn’t do a second time.

I retrieved an unopened bottle with plans of finishing the entire thing by morning and turned back for the stairs. I stopped short at the sight of Sheldon creeping down the stairway.