Page 24 of Rescuing His Forever

I reluctantly untangle myself from Keaton so I can lean back and look him in the eye. “I love you so much,” I whisper. “Thank you for caring, for showing me your vulnerable side. Oh, and thanks for the orgasms,” I say cheekily because of course I do.

Instead of laughing, Keaton’s eyes turn dark and heated. “Can I give you a few more?” His voice is deep and raspy like he’s barely hanging on. I suppose life-threatening events and declarations of love are quite the turn-on.

“Are you sore? After beating up that guy?” I ask, not wanting him to hurt himself.

He chuckles. “I’m tougher than you give me credit for. You need a release, Roxy. Let me give it to you.”

I look into his golden-brown eyes, seeing nothing but genuine gratitude and love. I relax in his hold and sink into his touch, closing my eyes and letting him take care of me like he wants to. Like I want him to.

“Fine, but just one. I don’t want you straining yourself.”

“Are you giving me rules now?” he asks in an amused tone.

I shrug, giving him a smirk. “It seems like more your style than mine. Thought I’d try it out.”

“Mm-hm,” he responds, his voice filled with mischief. “Let’s start with a massage.”

Keaton rearranges us so my legs and feet are spread over his lap. He digs his fingers into the heel of my foot, working out the knots and rough spots. I moan softly, which elicits a growl from my big, beastly bodyguard.

He moves from one foot to the other and then massages my calves.

“Oh wow,” I breathe, sliding down the couch and melting at his touch. “That feels good.” I didn’t realize how sore my muscles were, but Keaton was right. I needed this massage.

Keaton has a hand on each of my legs, his calloused hands gently stroking my skin and kneading the sore muscles of my calves. Then he trails his tender touches higher up my legs, his fingertips brushing behind my knees and spreading them apart.

The hem of my dress rides up as Keaton bends my knees and spreads them wider. The slight stubble on Keaton’s face rubs against my inner thigh, making me gasp and then moan. He presses a sweet kiss there and again on the other side, all the while rubbing soft circles on my thighs with his thumbs.

“Keaton...”

“What do you need, sweet girl?” Keaton murmurs, leaning down to graze his nose and lips against my panties. “Jesus, I can smell what you need. Fucking delicious,” he growls before sucking on the drenched fabric.

I bow my back and tilt my hips, my reaction completely involuntary. I can’t help it. I don’t have control of my body anymore. It’s Keaton’s now.

He grips the waistband of my panties in his teeth, pulling back and then releasing it so it snaps against my skin. I inhale sharply as a shiver breaks out over my entire body. God, he’s barely touching me, but I’m already achy and desperate for him. He knows it, too.

Keaton smirks at me from between my spread thighs. Something about that image has me biting back a whimper. He’s so damn sexy, especially when he’s looking at me like he’s running through all the dirty things we’re going to do tonight.

I’m about to respond with something that I’m sure is clever and sexy, but when Keaton flattens his tongue and licks my pussy over my lacy panties, all thoughts fly out of my head. He grips the waistband again, this time tugging up so the fabric stretches and digs into my slit, cradling my throbbing clit.

“Ohmygod!” I cry out as the lace scrapes against my sensitive skin. How am I so close to coming already?

Keaton grunts and nips at my soaking folds while pressing his thumb over my clit and rubbing the material into my swollen bundle of nerves. I wiggle and twist beneath him, needing more but not wanting this to end.

I buck my hips and shamelessly rub my pussy against his face. Keaton growls, the vibrations thundering from his chest to his lips and then into my core as I begin to shake and brace myself for the inevitable.

And then he’s gone.

“Wh-what?” I gasp for air, my eyes flying open and searching for him. He’s standing next to the couch with a cocky grin on his handsome face.

“Let’s move this to the bed where you’ll be more comfortable,” Keaton says smoothly, in direct contrast to my disheveled state.

He holds out a hand to help me up, but I need a minute. My body is still buzzing from my almost orgasm, my pussy throbbing, my lungs burning, my muscles locked and prepared for the release that never came. He peels me off the couch and then leans down, pressing his shoulder into my stomach and standing, effectively tossing me over his shoulder as he walks the few steps over to the bed.

I laugh as he sets me down in front of the bed, wasting no time in getting us undressed. We’re a flurry of hands, lips, and sloppy kisses as we pull at each other’s clothes. The back of my knees hit the mattress, but Keaton grips my hips, not letting me fall backward. He breaks our kiss and trails his lips down my neck, sucking on my pulse point, my collarbone, lower, lower, until he’s licking my nipples.

I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his face, needing more of whatever he’s willing to give me. Keaton grunts in approval, sucking on one breast while kneading the other in his massive hand. I rub up against him, feeling his hot, hard erection graze my center. We both groan at the contact. Keaton grinds into me and sucks my tits, working me over and hurtling my already amped-up body toward an orgasm.

I feel his teeth and tongue everywhere, even though he’s only playing with my nipples. Each stroke and teasing bite echoes throughout my body and lands a devastating blow to my clit.

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