It’s been a long day with the fair and all, but Keegan and I have plans to go out tonight nothing major. We discussed going for a walk and grabbing some dinner. Then we’ll decide whose house we’re spending the night at. I’ve started to leave an overnight bag packed in case I decide to stay at his place. My room is nice, and it’s usually pretty quiet here, but he has the apartment to himself, no roommate to worry about hearing us, or interrupting.
There’s a knock at the door, and when I open it his bright his deep green eyes lock onto mine. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” I scoop up my overnight bag and we head down to his car. On the way, he thanks me for talking with Julian today, and tells me Julian told him he was sorry for clamming up a bit while we were talking. I felt horrible when he told me he was embarrassed because I’m a woman and I care more than his own mama.
He parks the car along the street and we start our walk down this walking path we found. He takes my hand and suddenly becomes very quiet. “I thought you looked amazing today.” He gives me a questioning look. “I don’t mean in your uniform. I mean the way you were handling the kids. You truly enjoy that, don’t you?”
“I do, and they need this program. It’s important for them to grow up understanding addiction, bullying, and how they each affect the people around them.”
I’m afraid to ask this, but he has promised me all along that tonight was the night he was going to tell me why this all means so much to him, and he really is passionate about it. It was so evident in the way he was handling himself and the kids. Shoot, it’s evident in the way he helps Julian as much as he can. “Why are you so passionate about this program?”
“I had a shit start.”
“So I’ve heard.” I’m trying to be gentle, but he’s already told me this. I’ve told him everything. I’ve totally lost it in front of him, now I need to know he feels like he can do the same, but he keeps quietly walking down the path. We both stare straight ahead, not saying a word. At this point I’m really not sure what to say to him, but as I’m about to say something he speaks up.
“My mother was an addict.” His voice is raspy, like he’s fighting back emotions. “Very few people know this. I haven’t even told Dr. Miranda the entire story.” He continues looking straight ahead and it kills me. A part of me wants to stop him, look him in the eye and tell him it will be okay, but I need him to get out some more first, and if that means he needs to keep staring forward then that’s fine. “My father protected me from her. He knew she had a problem, but he wouldn’t leave her because he needed to make sure I was safe.” He sniffles. “He once told me he hated her, but couldn’t leave because he knew it would be hard for him to get custody of me. The state often automatically hands custody to the mother, and there was no way he was letting me live like that.” He takes a slow deep breath. “One day I came home from school to find my father dead on the floor. Her drug dealer at the time shot him in the back and left her a note saying she best get to work selling his drugs or she and I would be next.” I silently squeeze his hand in support as I fight back the tears threatening to erupt from my eyes. I need to be strong for him right now, and that’s exactly what I’ll be. “Life became hell after that. I was beaten and abused. She would allow them to use me in order to gain access to her drugs.” He swipes away tears now streaming down his gorgeous face. “I tried to run away, but she always managed to find me.” He shakes his head. “I fucking hate her. She should be dead, not my father.” He stops and turns to me. “That’s why I became a cop. I swore to God I wouldn’t allow any child to go through that. I’ll fight to my final breath to protect these kids from dealing with what I went through.”
I use my thumbs to swipe away his tears. “I’m sorry you had to live that way. It’s horrible, and no child should have to go through what you went through, but like you told me, you have to face it.”
He nods. “I know, and Dr. Miranda knows everything except the abuse part. She knows my mother got my father killed, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit the rest to her. I couldn’t admit it to anyone until now.”
“What changed?”
“I love you, and I knew I would break you if I didn’t tell you.” He shrugs. “And to be honest, it felt a lot better to get it out than I thought.”
I press up on my toes to kiss his soft, wet lips. “I love you, too. I’m not one for love at first sight, but I knew from the moment we met we had a connection, and then when I learned your soul was as shattered as mine, I knew it was meant to be. We heal each other where others would break each other more.” He kisses me again, hard, our teeth clash and our tongues collide.
“Can we order takeout instead of eating out? I need to get you home.”
I chuckle. “I’d love that.”
As soon as we’re through the door his mouth is on mine. His kiss is rough, needy, and it’s making my panties wet. He looks into my eyes. “Tell me again.”
At first I’m confused but then I realize what he wants to hear. “I love you.” I tell him through a huge grin.
“You have no idea how afraid I was that you would leave once you realized how fucked up I am.”
I shake my head. “You’re not fucked up. Your past is fucked up. You’ve done great things, you’ve come a long way, and you continue to get better. We will continue to get better, but we have to keep talking to each other.”
“Says the woman who was quite quiet when we first met.” I know he’s joking with me.
I shrug. “I learned a thing or two in my few weeks of working with Dr. Miranda.” Dr. Miranda is awesome at what she does, and has gotten me to open up like no one else has, and I don’t even know how she did it.
He kisses me again, but when he does my stomach growls. “Hungry?”
“A little.”
He pulls his phone from his back pocket, orders a ton of food from the Chinese restaurant up the street, and then goes right back to kissing me. “We don’t have much time until our dinner gets here and I need to be inside you.” I roll my hips grinding against his cock.
He spins me around, bends me over the arm of the couch, and pulls off both my leggings and panties. His hand slides over my ass, squeezing it as he makes his way down to my soaked pussy. He slips his fingers inside me checking to see if I’m ready. A moan escapes me as his fingers hit that magic spot. He pulls them back out, and grabs my ponytail forcing my head to the side.
“Do you know how amazing you taste?”
I shake my head.
“Open.” I do as he asks and he slips his fingers into my mouth.
“Suck them clean. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, and after we eat, we are going to clean up and I’m going to take you all over again.”
He undoes his pants, lines himself up, and slams inside me so hard the couch shifts. With one hand on my ponytail and the other on my hip he continues his punishing rhythm. I love it. It feels so damn good. “Fuck, Keegs.” I’m already on the verge of an orgasm. Grabbing both of my hips he forces me to meet him thrust for thrust. “Yes!” I scream out as my pussy tightens around his cock. He slams into me one last time spilling his seed deep inside me.
His hands glide up my back and his lips follow, kissing a trail up my spine. “I’m sorry if that was a bit rough,” he whispers next to my ear.
“It was perfect.”
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. “Shit.” I grab my stuff and run to the room while he shouts ‘one minute’ to the person behind the door. When I’m out of sight and he’s tucked away he opens the door to collect our food. I hear him laugh, and can’t help but wonder if the guy was outside the door and heard us. We come here to escape my roommate’s ears and now the delivery guy is listening to us.
We decide to eat dinner on the living room floor with our legs spread out in front of us while watching a comedy show on TV. We were both very quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. I was worried he would be lost in thoughts of what he just told me about all night but he seems to be good with it. We’re enjoying the show and laughing at the guy’s jokes.
When the show comes to an end he quickly gets up pulling me with him. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time for round two. This time I want to make love to you, show you how much I love that amazing body of yours.”
He pulls me straight to his room and devours me like he hasn’t had me in months.
Lexi and I have either spent the night together or spoken over the phone every night this week. She had her first three long shifts following Harper around the hospital. It was quite exhausting for her because she’s been out of work recovering from her injuries. This is bound to be an adjustment, but she’s excited. Tonight we’re going out with her friends to celebrate. Then tomorrow her parents are coming over for dinner. She told me she was ready for them to meet me and she feels like she owes them a little of her time, because she’s hasn’t seen them since she’s been back. As soon as she gets here we’re taking off to the pool hall for some food and fun. She even invited Harper to join us. She wants to introduce her to everyone.
I’m in the kitchen tidying up when Lexi comes in. I gave her a key to my place and told her to stop knocking. I feel like we’re far past that point in our relationship. “Keegs, I’m here,” she calls out as she comes through the door.
She looks amazing in her fitted jeans and loose fitting purple sweater. She takes my breath away every time I see her. “You keep showing up looking all fucking sexy we aren’t going to leave.” I pull her to me, pressing her body to mine.
She giggles. “I do it for you.”
“Baby, you don’t need to dress up for me. I think you would be sexy in a fucking burlap sack.”
She tosses her head back in laughter. “I would be itchy, too.”
I shake my head. “Let’s get out of here. I have reserved the same pool table we had last time, and I don’t want to lose it because we’re late.”
On the way to the pool hall I let her know I picked up everything we need for dinner tomorrow night. When we arrive Chloe and Lucas are pulling up right next to us. The girls jump out of the car and hug like it’s been ages since they’ve seen each other while Lucas and I laugh and shake hands.
We walk in together and the girls head over to our table grabbing some stools, while Lucas and I check in. “I got the table.” Lucas pulls his wallet out. I start to argue but he puts up his hand to stop me. “You guys paid for everything last time, and tonight we’re celebrating Lexi.”
“Thanks, man.”
“No, problem. Chloe already made me promise we would cover this and I’m not about to get in the doghouse with her. If you want to argue, talk to her.” He laughs.
“Nah, she’s my partner, I’m not getting on her bad side. She’d probably shoot me in the ass or something.”
He bursts into laughter. “I won’t tell her you said that.”
I slap him on the back. “I appreciate that.” I’m liking this guy more and more.
When we get back to the table Chloe is glaring at us with her hands on her hips. “What are you two up to?”
Lucas and I both look at each other confused. “Nothing.” I act as though I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“You two look like you’re plotting revenge.”
I burst into laughter. “Oh we will get our revenge tonight.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Lexi slips off the chair and strolls over to me in a very slow, sexy manner. She’s literally strutting her stuff. “If you think I won’t pull out all the stops to win, then you don’t know me very well.” She slides her hand over my thigh while looking deep into my eyes and biting her lip.
Fuck me, I’m already getting hard. “You’re a fucking tease,” I whisper, narrowing my eyes at her.
“And...”
I lick my lips. “I’ll remind you later how I handle a tease.”
She giggles. “I can’t wait.”
This woman is going to be the fucking death of me. She walks away shaking her ass. Lucky for her Harper comes walking through the door with her boyfriend or I might have taken her to the back and fucked her right over the sink.
She spots her friend and squeals as she runs over. “Harper.” They hug for a minute, and then rejoin the group.
“Hey, everyone, this is my friend Harper.” Lexi points to each of us rattling off our names as she does. Harper tells us her boyfriend's name is Knox. The guy shakes hands with us and waves to the girls. We discover that Knox is a tattoo artist. He owns his own shop here in Boston and has done Lexi’s tattoos. I can’t help but be a little jealous over how much of my girl’s body this guy has actually seen, but I push it aside, reminding myself I’m the one she sleeps with at night.
We organize a round of pool while Chloe and Lucas place an order for appetizers. I explain to Knox that Lucas is still learning to play, but that we should play guys on gals and teach him the ropes. He gives me an evil grin. “I’m good with that. I have some pool skills.” I fist bump him and inform Lucas he’s with us.
“Are you guys prepared to lose?” He laughs.
“Nah we got your back, bro.” Knox holds his fist out, and despite Lucas’ slight nerdy side he holds up his, and fist bumps with Knox. It almost looks funny coming from him. He’s a nice guy and all, but he’s into social work or something like that. Nothing rough like Knox and I. I’m even willing to bet Chloe totally wears the pants in their relationship.
The girls are funny as hell every time one of them takes a shot. They strut their stuff, bend over the table further than they need to, or do anything else they can think of to try and distract us. It’s now Lexi’s turn and she has the pool stick behind her back trying to take a fancy shot with her back arched and her perky breasts on display. She takes the shot and misses. I burst into laughter and she narrows her eyes at me as she approaches. “What’s so funny?”
“You putting those pretty tits on display for me and you missed your shot.” I look down into her low cut shirt. “A shot you could have easily made had you not been showing off, but it’s all good because when we get home I’m going to have some fun with you.”
She narrows her eyes further. “Is that so?”
“It is.” I grab her ass and press her to my erection. “You feel that, that’s what you do to me.”
She giggles and walks away to catch up on what’s going on in the game. It’s down to the eight ball and it’s Lucas’ turn. Knox and I walk over to him. Knox puts his hand on his shoulder. “No pressure, dude, but this shot is on you. If you make it we win and we all keep our man cards.” He turns his head to Knox. Poor guy looks so nervous.
“But if you miss.” He turns to look at me. “They are going to rip our man card to shreds.”
“All you have to do is tap it in, they lined the shot up for you.” Lucas nods his head. He takes a deep breath and starts to line up the shot. The girls have been whispering in the corner and when they finally break it up Chloe approaches the table. She leans over at the pocket Lucas is shooting toward showing him her cleavage.
Knox slaps Lucas on the back. “Hold up.” Lucas looks at him. “Get those pretty tits away from the table. My boy has enough struggles in this game, he doesn’t need you distracting him.”
She bats her lashes. “I was only trying to encourage him.”
“Bullshit,” I call out. My partner gives me a look, and if they could kill I’d drop right now. “Don’t start your sass here, Officer Maguire.” Everyone laughs and Lucas goes back to lining up his shot. He actually got it in and we won the first game. I’m glad because the poor guy was sweating from his nerves.
The food comes so we take a break to grab a bite to eat and shoot the shit. We discover Knox has owned his shop for a while now and has three other artists who work for him. I tell him I’m throwing around some ideas for a tattoo and will get in touch with him when I’m ready for it to be done. He’s cool, he tells me to email him my ideas and he’ll put some images together. We all laugh as Lucas shivers at the talk of tattoos. “I couldn’t do it. I can’t stand needles.” He shakes his head, squirming in his chair. I think everyone but Lucas has at least one tattoo. Mine is a shield for Romano on my pec, it was done after he passed. It came out awesome, but now I’m itching for more.
We start the next round of pool, and somehow the girls manage to beat us. They’re now chanting we need a tie breaker. We decide to change up the rotation and have Lucas go first, figuring there are more of our balls on the table for him to shoot for. I have to admit the guy is getting better, and he’s really trying. We coach him at every shot and he’s starting to sink some. Of course, it’s not easy with the girls pulling their tricks, but we manage to get down to the eight ball while they still have two others on the table. I’m about to take my shot when Lexi comes strutting over. I look her dead in the eye and with a low serious tone I tell her. “Be careful, think about what you’re going to do. I’m taking you home after this.”
She giggles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was only going to give you a kiss and wish you luck.” I narrow my eyes at her because I know she’s full of shit. I press my lips to hers, and as soon as I do she squeezes my cock. It instantly hardens between us.
“You will pay for that.” She shrugs and walks back over to the girls.
I shake my head. “Girls are a bunch of fucking teases.”
“We just hate to lose.”
“What the fuck gave that away,” Knox bellows out, causing us all to laugh. “I think our dicks are about to explode in our pants.” Now we’re laughing even harder.
I lean over the table, take the shot, and sink it with ease. The girls are pissed and the guys are fist bumping, excited we beat them two out of three games. This has been a lot of fun and I’m glad she invited Harper and Knox. The girls are pouting and carrying on about how we need to pick another night so they can try to get revenge. It’s actually quite funny.
We’ve all had a great time, but it’s getting late, and I need to get Lexi home. My cock has been up and down all night, and if I don’t do something about it my balls are going to explode. I get Lexi to say her goodbyes. She’s taking her sweet ass time so I finally say, “Good night, everyone.” I take her hand and pull her toward the door. She’s laughing the entire way to the car.
“Someone is in a hurry to get home.”
“Damn right I am.” I start the car and pull out of the lot. I’m not typically one for rushing, but I’ve had enough of her cock teasing tonight and now it’s time she take care of business. The entire ride home I have thoughts running through my head of what I want first. Do I want my cock in her mouth, or do I tie her up and show her how much of a tease she was tonight? An evil grin slips across my face.
“I like the grin you’re sporting.” She reaches over and starts rubbing my cock. It’s already hard as nails from my thoughts. I grab her hand and place it back on her lap.
“We’ll see how much you like my grin when I’m fucking your mouth.”
“I love when you talk like that and trust me, I have no problem with you fucking my mouth.” I glance over, catching her lick her lips. A low growl escapes me. What am I going to do with this woman?
We pull up to my place and in a matter of minutes we’re rushing through my door. No sooner is the door closed, are our lips all over each other, hands groping and pulling at each other’s clothes leaving a trail all the way to my bedroom. “Sit,” I tell her, pointing to my bed. She sits on the edge as instructed. I slip my boots and jeans off leaving me in my red boxer briefs. I remove her boots and toss them aside. “I bet you thought attacking me would make me forget, didn’t you. Well, it was a nice try, and it almost worked.” She grabs my boxers and slips them down my legs revealing my throbbing hard cock. She wraps her fingers around the base and slowly begins stroking it. It feels so good that I almost give her control, but I don’t.
Wrapping my fingers in her hair I pull her head back forcing her to look up at me. “Do you like me in control?” She nods and bites her lip. “Good, then open that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock like a good girl. If you do a good job maybe I’ll go easy on you.” She rewards me with a smile and opens up for me. She guides my cock into her mouth, stroking it as she works on taking it deeper and deeper. Removing her hand I roll my hips and take over fucking her mouth. She gags when my cock hits the back of her throat, but I don’t let up. The next time she’s prepared for it and swallows causing my cock to twitch. Fuck, I love when she does that. She’s lucky she’s been teasing me all night, because I have zero control and am going to burst in the back of her throat. “Get ready,” I warn her as I seat myself deep in her warm, wet mouth. She squeezes my ass, sucks me in, and swallows as my seed spill down her throat.
When she’s sure she’s gotten every drop she pulls away and licks her lips. “I fucking love how you taste. Don’t ever think of that as a punishment,” she says with a cocky grin, and I can’t help but laugh.
I shake my head. “God, I fucking love you.” She stands from the bed, runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. She pulls me down, our lips meet, and instantly our kiss is an explosion of passion. I toss her back onto the bed, rid her of her jeans, and plant myself between her legs. I’m too worked up to care about teasing her. I need to taste her because I love the way she tastes as much as she loves the way I taste. She reaches down between her legs and spreads herself open to me. I lick and suck at her pretty pink nub, and instantly I’m in heaven. She begins to grind her hips against my face as I fuck her with my tongue and press my thumb to her clit. It takes her no time to explode all over me, I take it all in and lap up every drop she gives me.
I start to climb up her body when she flips me over, shocking me that she did it with such ease. She straddles my hips and lowers her lips to mine, licking off the remnants of her arousal before she forces her tongue into my mouth. She moans as she lowers herself onto my cock. She pulls away, and as soon as she does I grab her hips and thrust mine forward. With her hands pressed to my chest she rides me like a champ, and I love it, which shocks me because I don’t typically like giving up control, but with her it’s amazing. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back as she bites her lip, enjoying the ride. Her skin is glowing and sticky with sweat.
“Fuck, Keegs.” She moans as her pussy tightens around me. She falls forward on top of me as I thrust my cock into her. I quickly flip her over slamming into her as she rides out her orgasm. I seat myself inside her as my cock explodes. I’m panting, sweating, and beat when I collapse on top of her.
“Shit, babe. I didn’t use a fucking condom.”
She giggles. “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”
“Well, that’s good, but we should still be careful.” I lay on the side of her with my legs over hers, keeping her close to me. “Do you want to shower before we go to sleep?”
She yawns. “No, I’m too tired, and with my parents coming tomorrow we should probably get some sleep.”
I kiss her on the temple. “I’m excited to meet them.”
She turns to me. “You are? You’re not nervous?”
I shrug. “A little, but it’s not like I’m a drug dealer or something crazy like that.” She kisses me and tells me they are going to love me as much as she does. I roll over, shut the light off and pull the blankets up over us. She’s out in a matter of minutes, and I silently pray she’s right. I’m not a bad guy but you never know with parents.