Page 74 of Keep Me Safe

“Noah,” she whimpers, rocking her hips into me.

The last thread of my control snaps with that plea, and I push all the way into her in one thrust. Letting out a low moan, her back arches into me. I fuck her slow at first, needing to savor every moment that I’m inside her.

I grip her jaw, forcing her to look over her shoulder at me. Her eyes widen with lust as our eyes meet, and she pushes herself onto me. A growl escapes my lips as I give her exactly what she wants. Reaching my hand in front of her, I circle her clit with my fingers as I fuck her. She feels like heaven as I pump into her. I can feel her squeezing me. I know it won’t be long before she falls apart for me.

“Fuck, Noah,” she moans, meeting me thrust for thrust.

Lacing my hand into her hair, I pull up so her back is pressed to my chest.

“That’s it, princess, you take it so well,” I whisper over her ear.“Now let go for me.”

And she fucking does. A mix between a scream and a moan comes out of her mouth as she tightens around my cock, almost immediately pulling me over the edge with her. A low groan rises from my chest as I lose myself in her. Our breathing is ragged as I pull her into me, not wanting to leave her body yet.

After our shower, we’re both exhausted. Kira decides it’s best if we sleep in our own rooms in case Jared comes home. I know it’s for the best, but it takes everything I have not to scoop her up and bring her to my bed.

Now that I’ve had more time to reflect on the events of tonight, the guilt is creeping in. I’m a horrible father. I could lie to myself and say that I didn’t know Jared’s feelings, but I knew something was happening. Anyone with eyes can see that he adores her.

He confessed his love for her tonight, and I took her home and fucked her. What dad does something like that? The situation is so messed up it’s almost comical, but for some reason, no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop. I can’t get her out of my head.

I’m pried from sleep by screams coming from down the hallway, and I’m at the door in seconds when I realize it’s coming from Kira’s room. My heart sinks. She’s having another nightmare. Rushing into her room, I pull her into my arms. Her body is trembling under my fingers, tears running down her face.

“Kira, baby, it’s just a dream. I’m here,” I soothe her, brushing my fingers over her cheek.

“No, leave her alone!” she shouts, fighting against my hold.

“Shh, Kira, it’s me,” I reassure, needing her to wake up. I hate seeing her like this, the twisted pain in her face as she fights against whatever is happening inside that beautiful mind of hers. How could someone do this to her? Uncontrollable ragestirs low in my chest as I think about what she told me.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

Her eyes snap open, and her muscles tense. Fear morphs into recognition and relief as she melts into my hold. She instinctively curls into me, and I pull her closer, brushing a stray hair out of her face as she climbs into my lap.

“I’ve got you.”

I can still feel her heart pounding against my chest, and it takes everything in me not to hunt that son of a bitch down tonight.

Kira needs me right now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her breathing uneven. “I—I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Reaching down, I lightly guide her chin up to make her look at me.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize.”

Her features soften. A tear slides down her cheek as she nods at me. Without thinking, I grip her thighs tighter and stand, keeping her wrapped around my waist. One thing is for sure. She’s not staying here alone. Eyebrows knitting together in confusion, Kira looks up at me.

“Noah...what are you doing?” she asks, accusation in her tone.

“Taking you where you should have been all along.”

After I assure her that Jared isn’t coming home tonight for the tenth time, she relaxes. He texted me soon after we left the party. He’s staying at Jake’s for a couple of nights, and that’s probably a good thing. I’m too angry with him right now to talk to him about any of this.

He fucking left her.

I push away the anger as Kira lays her head on my bare chest. It doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out, and I pull her tighter into me, placing a kiss on her forehead.

It’s early, the sun not yet up as Kira and I stand in the kitchen. She has to leave early for the studio, so I probably won’t see her again before my shift starts at the station tonight. I’m not going to lie. I don’t love the idea of her being home alone, but there’s not much I can do about it. That’s the downside of this job, and that’s what made it hard for Angie.

“How’s he doing?” she asks, gesturing at my phone.

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