Page 1 of Free to Run
Prologue - Alison
Two Years Earlier from Present Day
“More,” I moan, pushing back against the body behind me. His deep laugh is his only response as he taunts me with what I want so desperately—him.
“More of what, Alison? This?” He tightens his hand on my hip and pushes his cock deeper inside of me. He swivels his hips, causing me to gasp from the pleasure. “Or do you mean this?” He slaps his other hand against my pussy, landing directly against my distended clit. I moan long and loud. My heart is pounding so hard it might jump out of my chest. I can hardly breathe, only seconds away from my third orgasm of the night.
The arrogant bastard laughs before leaning over my shoulder, forcing himself deeper. My head arches back against him, leaving my neck vulnerable.
He immediately takes advantage.
Soon, my already slick channel is dripping down my thighs as he simultaneously pounds into me, while lightly slapping my sensitive clit. Every bite he takes of my neck is sending more jolts of pleasure down to that particular nerve center. I’m primed to explode.
“Let go, Alison. I want to feel you squeeze my cock like a vise. Give it to me.” His voice is ragged in my ear, right before he bites down on it.
And I sail over the edge, moaning his name.
“Keene…”
His hand slides through my drenched sex, then up my body to capture my nipple. He squeezes it, prolonging my orgasm as he pounds into me. “Give me another one, baby. Come on,” he urges.
And like a helpless doll, I comply.
My body is his slave and his to command. It’s been this way since the first time. I have no idea why or how, but I have to explore this connection, and I’ve never wanted to do that before.
Never before tonight.
Not before meeting Keene.
Even as I feel him shudder through his orgasm, I’m already thinking about the next time. How will he take me? The chair? The shower? We’ve already been against the wall and twice on the bed—one of those times, his emerald-green eyes were locked onto mine as I rode him—and now this.
Jesus, I’m addicted to him already.
Eventually, my breathing slows. I’m almost asleep when I hear him whisper, “Baby, you need to clean up. You can’t go to sleep like this.”
Nodding, I move to stand. He’s by the side of the bed, his gaze raking over me. Pulling me to my feet, he pushes my hair back from my face and drops a soft kiss on my lips. “Start the shower.”
“Okay.” I reach up and pull his dark head down to nuzzle the scruff on his cheeks. The same scruff that scraped the skin between my thighs earlier. But I don’t care. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
In the dark of the hotel room, he kisses my lips. “Go.” Patting me on my ass, he pushes me toward the en suite bathroom.
Starting the shower, I collect myself before walking back into the bedroom, wanting him to join me.
One foot crosses the threshold of the bedroom, and I gasp at what I see.
“What the hell?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. My afterglow has vanished to never-never land.
“Shit.” Keene quietly closes the door before he can finish sneaking out. He turns with his head lowered and leans his back against the door.
“Seriously? I know you didn’t exactly slap a ring on it, but for fuck’s sake, Keene. I thought you had at least a healthy amount of respect for me before you stuck your dick in me tonight!” I yell.
“Lower your voice, Alison. There’s someone else in the suite,” he warns me.
“It’s my sister. Who the hell cares?”
“I do.” He hisses.
I take a deep breath to hide my hurt. “Of course. After all, we barely know anything about each other. I have no idea of whether our fucking a few minutes ago impacts your day-to-day life. You merely suggested I get into the shower. Walking in to find you almost completely dressed, carrying your pants and shoes to sneak out of my room gives me zero reason to draw any conclusions. Why don’t I help you out a bit?” Stomping past him completely naked, I reach for my suite door and swing it open. “Get out.”
