Page 62 of Keep Me

Maybe it’s because I can finally enjoy a physical relationship without the worry of whether or not the other person likes me. IknowKillian doesn’t like me. It makes things easier. Less about emotions and more about sensations.

And even if feelingswereinvolved—which they’re not—how do I know what Anna and her brothers are planning isn’t really for Killian’s benefit? So what if they’re meddling? They’re trying to help him, which means I’m helping him too.

So, really, my conscience is clear.

As he stirs, I’m pulled from my thoughts and watch to see if he’s about to wake to find me staring at him as he sleeps. When he doesn’t open his eyes, I relax into the pillow.

Suddenly, I’m thinking about his sister and his aunt again. The Hogmanay party is next week. I never answered Anna back about Killian attending, so I assume she gave up on the idea. But I haven’t.

She offered me ten thousand dollars to get him out of the house, and it really can’t be that hard. Now that sex is on the line, I’m sure I can think of something to entice him to go to that party.

Trailing my fingers over his chest, I let them slide down his abs. Then I delicately run a soft line just above the waistband of his boxer briefs. He stirs again but doesn’t wake. Very carefully, I climb over him, straddling his waist and settling my weight on his still-soft cock.

Seriously, what am I doing?

Twenty-four hours ago, I never would have entertained the idea of sleeping with Killian. Now I’m riding him like a horse while he’s still asleep. I’m touching his body as if I have any right to.

He lets out a groan without opening his eyes. Sleepily, hereaches down and grabs on to my leg, holding me in place as he grinds upward against me.

“Killian…” I whisper.

He’s fighting it, keeping his eyes closed as I move slowly on top of him. I feel his cock hardening beneath me. With every passing second, I grow more and more desperate to touch it, feel it in my hand and about a dozen other places.

Being on top like this gives me a sense of power and control that I don’t normally feel with him. He’s so much bigger than me. But I know I could easily slip my hand into his boxer briefs right now and have him completely at my mercy.

That is until his eyes pop open, and he grabs me by the waist, flipping me until I’m on my back and he’s between my legs again. I let out a scream as he does it, but the scream quickly dies as he buries his face in my neck and grinds his erection against me the same way he did last night.

I’m still sore from where his beard scratched my sensitive skin. I can feel it, but it’s a delicious pain that only intensifies the pleasure.

“What a way to wake up,” he groans into my neck.

His large rough hands caress my body, making my thoughts fuzzy. I was going to say something to him…wasn’t I?

But then he lifts my T-shirt and kisses his way up my belly, latching his lips and teeth around the tight bud of my nipple. A breathless gasp escapes my lips as my eyes flutter closed.

What on earth was I going to say?

“Hog-a…something…party.” The stuttered words slip through my lips like a plea.

Killian freezes before lifting up and staring at me in confusion. “What did you say?”

I have to recompose my thoughts. “The New Years party is next week…at your aunt’s.”

His expression turns to a scowl. “You’re bringing that upnow?”

“You’re the one who threw me on the bed,” I argue.

“Because you were riding my dick.”

“Well, I think we should go,” I say persistently. “To the party.”

Scoffing, he climbs off of me and rolls onto his back. We lie there for a moment until he speaks again.

“Why doyoucare so much about whether I go to a stupid fucking party?” he asks, staring at the ceiling.

“Because your family seems to think you haven’t left the manor in ten years.” Slowly I turn my head toward him. “Is that true?” I ask softly.

“Of course not,” he replies gruffly. I keep my eyes on him as he adds, “More like six.”

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