Page 76 of Free to Run
This is more than just one night.
Thank God.
“Come home, Keene. I’ve been waiting for you a long time,” I whisper.
He needs no more encouragement. Rolling his hips against me, he rubs his cock up and down against my entrance to ensure he’s wet enough to slide in fully on the first drive. He’s also driving me insane with want.
Finally, he notches himself against my entrance. “No more running, Alison. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper back.
He thrusts inside, and I immediately wrap myself around him. My legs go around his lower back, and my walls clamp down on him. Letting out a long moan, my hands find his ass as he kisses me, while waiting for me to relax. He drags his hips back slowly before thrusting inside of me, over and over, until I’m incoherently tossing my head back and forth, begging for him, for something—for anything.
Keene knows what I need. He leans down, nips my ear between his teeth, then says, “Give it to me, baby,” right before his hips hit mine for the final time, and his seed spurts hotly into me.
My orgasm hits seconds after his, and I clamp my teeth on his shoulder as I shudder my way through it.
I tighten my arms and legs around him, silently telling him not to move. He buries his head in my neck, his breathing taking time to even out.
Long moments later, Keene shifts his weight without disengaging us. I feel the wetness dripping between my legs. It’s a beautiful, complicated mess. Not unlike my feelings for the man lying on top of me.
Slowly, he pulls out before murmuring, “I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up. Be right back.” He rubs his chin against the side of my temple.
I think I murmur something in kind, but I let the allure of sleep pull me under, knowing I won’t be alone tonight, or for any night I can imagine in the future.
31
Melody
Ihate her.
That cunt dared to take what’s mine?
Mine?
She has no idea of the lengths I’m willing to go to for my man.
I’ll get Keene back soon enough.
Keene Marshall is mine.
He’ll never forget it again.
Never.
Somehow, someway, I will show him that.
32
Keene
Caleb throws down his pen. “I’m never going to get used to the commute back to the city when life returns to normal and I have to start working out of the Manhattan office again.”
I chuckle, but not without some sympathy. It hasn’t been a hardship to trade a twenty-minute subway ride for a five-minute drive to the office.
More importantly, the mornings lately have been better since I’ve been waking up next to Alison.
It’s been a month since I was able to touch her, taste her, take her again, since Alison and I became anus. During that time, we’ve gone out for breakfast at The Coffee Shop too many times to count, gone out for long runs, and found a mutual addiction to all things related to Sherlock Holmes, be it books or movies. We’ve spent countless hours in front of her television, arguing about watching the original movies or RDJ on Netflix. Sometimes, I’ll hold her in my arms as we read our favorite books on our e-readers. Later, we’ll argue about what Sir Arthur meant in a certain passage.
