Page 74 of Unstable

“Relax,” he coos warmly on my breast. “I got you, baby.”

I know he does, he always has. But this time it’s Keaton the man, taking care of Henley the woman…and she’s not going to fight him on it.

Two fingers easily glide through my wetness and I jolt with that first touch, him again soothing me with hot, sexy words. I brace myself by gripping onto both his upper arms and close my eyes, giving myself over to his complete control.

No thinking. No second guessing. Just feeling.

For the first time in nine years, and the only time it’s ever been real, I get lost in the pleasure of what a carnal, caring man can give to me.

His finger is long and thick, as is every part of him, and I squirm from the slight pinch of pain as he works it inside me.

“Damn baby, you’re snug. When’s—”

“Nine years, and only once,” I pant my interruption. “But don’t stop.”

“Oh, Henny. That doesn’t count. Means you’re only mine, ever.”

His finger gently moves deeper with his groaned approval.

“Only yours,” I all too happily agree in a breathless whisper. He’s right, it doesn’t count. Thirty seconds of nothing special from almost a decade ago completely forgotten. Forever. And I am only his.

He uses his mouth and touch to worship every inch of my breasts, collarbone, neck, ears, and lips, scandalizing me with his deeply grunted praise and promises while working his finger in and out of me. The tingle in my belly builds in my thighs into what I know will be a crescendo of wet, wonderful abandonment. I chase it, rocking my hips and silently begging for more.

And he gives it. His thumb, the pad roughened by years of physical labor, puts perfect, scratchy pressure right on my clit and rubs in circles that send me spiraling out of my body, disconnected from my mind, into a blackness of physical utopia.

From wherever it is I’m floating, I hear myself shatter apart loudly while Keaton hums, “That’s my girl. Give it all to me, Henny. Fucking beautiful.”

He covers me with scattered kisses, holding me while I come down from my high ‘til my glazed eyes are able to focus on his.

“That was,” I shake the fog from my head, “so good,” I purr.

“Glad you approve,” he softly laughs, helping me with my shirt, my arms useless, limp noodles. “My lap and my finger,” he clicks his tongue. “You’re beyond responsive. I can’t wait ‘til we get to the good stuff, baby. Gonna make you crazy. Gonna make me crazy. Do I need to take care of Bourbon, or can you walk?” he gloats.

“I can do it, but, what about you?” I look beyond his shoulder at the wall, cheeks heating what I’m sure is scarlet.

“What about me?” he taunts, wanting me to say it.

“Don’t you want me to…do stuff to you?”

“Oh, many, many, things. All day, every day,” he laughs and growls at the same time. “But I can wait. Watching you come undone for me, feeling your sweetness coat my hand, and finally getting my mouth on those gorgeous tits, I’m good for now. I’ll take care of it when I run home to take a shower anyway.” He flashes me a wink. “My dick comes out here, and we’re not leaving this house today. And we got shit to do.”

“O…Okay,” I nod, disappointed. I want to do things to him. Bold, sexy things…learning every part of him and what he likes best.

“Plenty of time, Darlin’. Promise.” He kisses me and hops out of bed. “Now I’m gonna run home, get ready. Need you to get up and do the same. Can you handle that my sweet, sated girl?”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes. “Geez, cocky much? I’m fine.”

“Really?” I’m so busy watching his arrogant expression and quirked brow, I don’t notice his hand, until it’s back between my legs. “Hmm, still hot, wet, and pulsing. You sure you’re fine?” he glories, rightly so. “And I am cocky, very. But we’ll make it fit, don’t worry.”

He deprives me of his hand and finishes getting dressed while I lay there, gape jawed and dancing between anticipation of his every word and wanting to throw something at his inflated head.

“Hen, really babe, gotta get shakin’. Up, shower, dog. Big plans today. Need you all there. Quit thinking about my dick and get ready.” His smile is so self-satisfied, I kind of want to slap him…or jump him.

“Then go. I’m getting up right now.” I rise, testing my legs. Yeah, they work. “You’re the one still standing around talking.” I prance to the kitchen for Bourbon’s pill.

“I’ll see ya in a few.” He stops to kiss me, hand groping my ass, then leaves.

“Here you go, boy.” I squat down and feed Bourbon, petting his neck. “Let me ask you something. How do you know when you’re in love?”

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