“Hold on to me, Red. I’m going to fuck you until you forget why you’re mad at me.”
My hands curl around his shoulders as he thrusts into me over and over, hitting that perfect spot that I never knew I had. Within minutes, I’m a writhing mess, begging him for a release that only he can give me.
“Please, Keat. I need….” I moan loudly, not quite sure what I need.
“I got you, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” He leans down, kissing my shoulder before leaning in to bite my neck.
The mixture of the sting along with the feeling of him moving inside me sends me over the edge. I scream out his name, my eyes clenched and my back arched. Moments later, I feel Keaton jerk inside me in his own release.
He lazily continues to pump into me as we both come down, his forehead resting on mine.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He chuckles.
“Fine. Perfect. Heavenly,” I answer, feeling sleepy.
He goes to step back but is caught by my leggings still around one of my ankles.
“I’m going to tie you up one day for real. This is sexy as fuck.”
I pat his shoulder. “Whatever you want. Can we take a nappy nap now?”
His warm laughter brings a smile to my face. “Do you remember why you were mad?”
I slowly open my eyes, meeting his. “You never asked me to be your girlfriend.”
His answering smirk is hot as hell. “No, but I demanded it. You’re mine. Do you know what that means, baby?”
“Unlimited orgasms?”
Shaking his head, he leans in and kisses me. “No. Well, yes, that too, but no. That means we don’t shut each other out. If you’re angry at me, tell me. I can’t read your mind, babe, but I want to know what's on it. If you have a problem with me, we fight it out then we fuck it out. I’ll do the same. We face our problems head on. But we also have to give each other a little grace, because this whole couple thing is new to both of us.”
Smiling, I nod. “I can agree to that.”
“All right, girlfriend, let’s go take a nappy nap.”
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Epilogue
Morgan
May
I come bounding out of the house. “Hey!” I kiss Keaton.
“Hey, baby. You ready for today?” He opens the passenger door for me.
“I am. Graduation rehearsals!” I slide into the Senna, and he shuts the door and runs around to driver’s side and slides in.
“Is it just me or did this year go by fast?” I ask as he pulls out of the neighborhood.
“Depends on the day. Some days it seemed to drag, and some days it seemed to speed by.”
His phone rings so he pulls over into an empty parking lot.
Dad’s calling.
Keaton picks up his phone. “Hey, Dad.” He pauses. “Yeah, the game’s tomorrow then graduation is on Sunday. I’m going to win us the championship.” The boyish excitement on his face makes me smile.
Within an instant, that smile falls, and I watch his face contort into anger. He says nothing before hanging up the phone and throwing it as hard as he can at the dashboard. The phone bounces up, causing the windshield to crack. We sit in silence as he stares at the crack, his hands griping the steering wheel tightly. After a moment, I reach over, griping the hand closest to me.
Keaton jerks, his gaze meeting mine as if he forgot I’m here.
“Are you okay?” My voice is slightly shaky, but I try to be as soothing as possible. I’ve never seen Keaton so angry.
“Just peachy. Thanks for asking,” he grits out between his teeth.
Gently, I pull his hand across the gearshift into my lap. There, I turn it over, caressing his hand while he processes whatever’s going on in his head.
After several moments, I feel him relax. “My parents won’t be making it this weekend. To the championship game or graduation.”
I still my hands, not quite brave enough to look at him. His fingers enclose around my mine as he continues. “I don’t know why I expected him to. He came last year, but it was Reed’s weekend. He’s never once showed an interest in a single thing I have ever done. I don’t even know why I texted him the information. It was stupid. So fucking stupid.”
His dad. This is about his dad.
Glancing up, I find him leaning his head on his hand as he looks out the driver’s window.
“It’s not stupid to want your parents to show up and be there for you. Have you tried expressing how you feel?” I ask as if I’m my mother.
My mom is big on expressing your feeling instead of letting them stew.
He pulls out of my reach as he turns furious eyes on me. “You wouldn’t get it. You have two parents who are fucking amazing. Your parents give a shit if you get into the prestigious dance school you’ve always wanted to go to. They care if you stay out too late or if you get caught making out with a boy. I could fuck my way through Chicago, and my parents wouldn’t bat an eye unless it affects their business. Do you know why my father came to our game last year? Reed. Reed’s the heir to the Yates fortune and business. Reed’s already fucking running it, and he’s barely legal. They show up for Tinsley too. You know why? Because she’s a pawn. Perfect, pretty Tinley will catch a fair price at market once they marry her off to some pompous asshole with a bank account that rivals our own. What about Keaton? Keaton’s nothing. A mistake. Shouldn’t have even been born. The spare heir that isn’t needed.”
Both of us have tears in our eyes. Unbuckling my seat belt, I climb on my knees, practically climbing onto the center console to
