Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Keegan looked up between my thighs, smirked, and started kissing up my body towards my face. When he finally reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his tongue, and I wanted nothing more in that instant than to feel his cock inside me.
Reading my mind, Keegan produced a condom from the top of the nightstand. He started to tear open the package, but I took it from him and placed the unrolled condom on the tip of his cock. I rolled it on for him and marveled at how large and long he was. His cock bobbed in agreement, and I lay back and ran my hands along his strong forearms.
Keegan shifted position, the head of his cock teasing my entrance for a second, and then he drove into me. He kissed my breasts and groaned into my neck as he quickly established a steady rhythm. I raised my hips to take him deeper, and he grabbed them to take command of my body.
Gasping with pleasure, I felt another orgasm build. I never had multiple orgasms. I had been lucky in the past to even get one by myself. My walls clenched around his cock, and Keegan groaned. He lifted himself to his knees, so that I was resting on my shoulder blades. With one hand strongly gripping my hip, his free thumb began to rub my clit, and I lost control. I arched my back and seemed to forget to breathe. The orgasm shook me, and I realized that my walls were milking Keegan.
“Fuck, Keegan,” I whispered as I started to come down.
His eyes were half closed, and I could see a sheen of sweat on his body. He groaned and released himself inside me.
He slumped forward and kissed my collarbone as our hearts began to slow down. He rolled off me and pulled me close, so I was on my side, nestled under his arm.
I fell asleep to him running his fingers through my hair.
Chapter 34
FREYA
IT WAS HARD TO get back onto the plane. I felt like I was leaving behind some other life where Keegan and I were this easy, uncomplicated thing and everything was going to be okay. But as I hid my passport from him while we waited to board the plane, it all came back to me how different things were going to be back home. I had been glad of the company of Beverly and her chatty family when I was heading to Ireland, but now on the way back I was tired and wanted to be with Keegan for as long as possible, so the constant chatter and noise just made me feel lonely and frustrated. If I couldn’t be alone with Keegan, then I wanted to be alone with my thoughts of him and everything that had happened in Ireland.
I went to the sleeping area and curled up on a recliner, gazing out the window at the endless sky and thinking about the ocean below us, and how this place, in between two different lives, was going to end soon. Keegan came in behind me carrying a blanket and said nothing, but budged me over and curled his body into mine, pulling the soft blanket over us and sighing. It felt strange to have his arms around me when he was wearing his office clothes, like he was a different person. We lay like that for most of the flight, and I suppose I must have dozed at some point, because the time seemed to fly by even though I wanted every moment to last a year. Keegan slept quietly behind me, and I smiled to myself because I knew exactly why he was so tired. We had spent our last night in his hotel room exploring one another’s bodies and talking, barely sleeping at all until the sun was almost up, and then we had been late for the flight because he had run a bath and we had shared it.
Boston was rainy and gray, and my place felt cold and empty and unfamiliar. Keegan had had a car drop me home, as he had to get straight back to the office. I flicked on the lights and the kettle, put my phone on charge as the battery was dead, and dragged my suitcase to the bedroom. If I didn’t unpack immediately, I knew I wouldn’t unpack for a week. I sorted through the clothes and made a mountain of laundry. Having something practical to do somehow helped the constant buzz in my head when I thought about Keegan. Once I had tidied everything away and made myself a sandwich, I sank into the couch, turning my phone on and listening to the beeps of notifications coming through. I paused, thinking it was really a lot more beeping than I expected. Then the phone was ringing. It was Beatrix. I couldn’t face her questions right now, and let it go to voicemail. I checked the text messages and found a string of messages from Taylor, all sent hours ago.