Page 43 of Keegan's Promise

“That looks so fucking good, baby.” He crawls up my body, nipping at my skin. “Tastes damn good, too.”

“Keegan,” I plead, wrapping my legs around him, trying to wrestle him into place. His cock glides through my folds and we both shiver and moan.

“Goddamn, sweetness.” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he sinks into me, stretching me around his cock. “You’re so fucking tight for me.”

“You’re just b-big.”

He chuckles and groans, burying his face in my throat as he sinks all the way to the hilt. His breath pelts the side of my throat as he lingers right there. “I love you, wife.”

I wrap my arms around him, pull him closer with my legs around his waist. My heart pulses, tears welling in my eyes. “I love you, too.” My lips brush the fresh ink over his heart. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You and Lily.”

“Christ,” he groans, brushing hair from my forehead. His eyes meet mine, brimming with emotion. “You two are my world.”

“Show me.”

He tangles our fingers together, touches his lips to mine, and rocks into me. Each deep thrust pulls a cry of pleasure from my lips. They echo around us, his name and mine melding together near the exposed beams of the ceiling as candlelight flickers around us.

Again and again, he takes me right to the brink and then sends me tumbling over. Until each thrust feels like another tiny orgasm, building toward a detonation too big to contain.

He’s relentless as he loves me, using his lips and hands and words to send me flying higher than I ever have. His piercing drags against my inner walls in the most delicious way. I lose track of time. I lose track of everything except his weight on top of me and the way his skin glides against mine.

When I’m wrecked, convinced I can’t take another orgasm, he demands one anyway, fucking me so hard I scream his name again and again. My throat is raw, and his shoulders bleed where I scratch and bite and claw.

“That’s it, sweetness,” he groans, slamming into me again and then again. “Scream for your husband just like that.”

He slips his hand between us, grinding his thumb against my clit. And I lose track of reality entirely. The orgasm that rips through me steals it from me. It steals sight and sound, too. I float in a void of perfection, tangled in the threads of forever, stitched back together by the force of his love and his hands on my body.

“I love you. I love you,” he chants as he follows me over the edge, spilling into me in powerful pulses that leave me shaking and moaning beneath him, his in every single way.

“I dreamed about this,” I whisper a few minutes later, curled up on his chest with his heart hammering beneath my ear. “When I was trapped in that room and needed something to keep me going, I imagined this moment. What it would be like to be yours just like this.”

He plays with the ends of my hair, letting me talk.

“No one really spoke to me unless it was to threaten me. So I talked to Lily. I told her about you. About what I wished the future could be.” I swallow hard, my throat aching. “It was always like this, Keegan. You were always the biggest part of it, the part that gave me the courage to keep fighting.”

“You gave yourself that courage, baby,” he murmurs, his voice gritty. “You fought for our daughter and yourself because that’s who you are. You weren’t born to bend or break. You were made to fight and survive.”

“I was scared,” I admit. “So fucking scared that I wouldn’t be able to get her out. That you’d never know about her. It didn’t matter what they did to me so long as I got her out.” I swallow hard. “So long as I got her to you.” I hesitate for a minute. “At least, that’s what I told myself. But the whole time…I wanted to get to you, too. You made me feel safe in a way nothing ever has. I didn’t even know a person could feel like home until I was in your bed in Colorado.” I peer up at him from beneath my lashes. “You know when I fell in love with you?”

His eyes lock with mine. “When?”

“Right before we left your booth,” I whisper. “You made sure I was dressed before we walked out of there. And then again in the elevator when you told me that we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do.” I reach up, stroking his jaw. “It was the first time I felt like someone cared enough about me to protect me or give me a choice.”

He turns his head, pressing his lips to my palm. “You always have a choice with me. And I’ll always protect you and our daughter. That’s what I live for now. It fucking killed me back then to realized that you were gone because I knew you were running from something. I hated that I didn’t know who or what. I spent most of the last year worried they caught you. Afraid because I didn’t know where to find you. Mad that I didn’t even know where to begin looking.”

“I’ve spent most of it hating myself for running out of there,” I admit. “I wanted to keep you safe, make sure they didn’t hurt you…but part of me hated that I went. Maybe you’d have known about Lily if I’d just stayed. M-maybe none of this would have happened.”

“Hey.” He hauls himself into a seated position and then scoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. “Don’t do that,” he whispers, brushing his lips across my temple. “Don’t torture yourself with thoughts of what might have been. We have now. We have forever. It’s time to let all that go now. Lily is safe now. You’re safe now. You’re both mine, and nothing is ever going to take either of you from me again.”

He's right. It is time to let it go. It’s time…to forgive myself. I can’t undo the past. I can’t go back and redo that day or make different choices. Maybe the choice I made led me to hell. Maybe it is why the MC is hunting our daughter. Or maybe it’s why Keegan is alive right now with his arms wrapped around me and his ring on my finger. Maybe it’s why we have a chance at a real future. I don’t know.

But I do know that we’re here now. Despite everything, we made it to this point. And regardless of anything, we’ll make it through whatever comes next. We’ll do it one step at a time. Together.

Chapter Thirteen

Landry

Thenexttwodaysare quiet. Blissful. I feel like I’m living a dream. But every dream ends eventually. Ours does on the second night after our wedding, when Dillon calls, informing us that the DEA and FBI are planning to raid the compound and the club the following night. They can’t risk waiting any longer.

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