“Hated it. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Then you’re going to despise this.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him deep, working my lips along his thickening length again and again. The pleasure and awe on his face seared my mind and would stay there forever. Satisfying him in this way would be something I’d never forget.
Pain-pleasure masked his face, and his breath came in short, sexy gasps. The tendons in his neck corded. Holding back was killing him. The power I had over him was intoxicating. I rested a hand on his abdomen, delighting in the flutter of his muscles every time I flicked my tongue. His breathing and movements sped up. But then, with what seemed like a herculean effort, he slowed down and placed a hand either side of my head, dragging my lips from him.
“We have to stop. You’re going to make me explode.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?” I gave him a playful smile and flicked the tip of my tongue around my lips.
“Get up here.” He took my hands and gently pulled me up. My knees melted like ice on a hundred-degree day, and I pressed my shoulders against the tiled wall to steady myself.
“Spread your legs.”
I shuffled my feet apart.
His fingers massaged either side of my clit. The gentle back and forth stole all reason from me.
“So damn wet.”
“That tends to happen in a shower.” I giggled and closed my eyes. I rocked my hips, losing myself in the calming splash of water and the desire unfurling in my belly. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. To feel every twitch, every pulse of his dick.
“I want you inside me. All of you.”
Keegan’s lips drifted over mine. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
Desperate for him, my inner walls tightened, wanting, waiting. Shuddering breaths shook my chest, my breathing as erratic as my heartbeat. In another time, in another world, he would’ve been mine. Our fairytale would never end, and I’d get my very own happy ever after. But this was real life, and happy ever after only happened in fairytales and movies.
His strong hands picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I followed his lead and wrapped my legs around his waist, hauling him to me until the head of his erection hit against my swollen clit. I moaned, my thighs clamping around his hips, my body arching into his.
“You want more?” He scraped the edge of his teeth along my bottom lip.
“Everything you have.” I couldn’t get enough. Eternity wouldn’t be enough, but eternity was something we didn’t have. Something we would never have.
When he pressed me against the wall, I draped my arms over his shoulders. My breasts molded into his chest, swollen to the point of pain. My nipples ached with every brush of his skin.
I’d never forget how he looked right now. Never forget the hair slicked back from his face, the dark, possessive look in his eyes, or his slightly parted lips. Keegan maneuvered me until he lined up with my entrance.
He slid deep. Opening me. Stretching me. When the first waves crashed over my body, I was sure my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
My forehead sagged against his shoulder. “Make me remember this forever.”
Taking my full weight in his arms, he surged deeper. Currents of pleasure rippled through me, sending me higher. I was so close, so, so close. The squelching, slapping sound of wet skin against wet skin filled the cubicle. The rising tempo of our combined moans beat a salacious percussion over the splashing water.
The sound of his harsh breaths hurtled me to the edge of bliss.
From the rasp of his breath and the groans falling from his lips, he was as close as I was.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped.
With a flex of his hips, Keegan’s strokes became short, fast, almost punishing. The buildup was excruciating. The tension grew and expanded, and if it didn’t shatter soon, I’d break in two.
His mouth found mine. Our teeth clashed, our tongues fought, and I rode him hard.
Make me forget.
Make me remember.
I jerked forward, my thighs trembled, my lower back tingled, and my inner muscles squeezed.
My climax came in a rush of blinding waves that stole my breath, my mind, my sanity. I whimpered into his mouth. My nails clawed into the strained muscles of his back. He pumped harder, faster.
He threw his head back and with a hoarse groan, took me with punishing, demanding strokes, releasing himself deep inside me.
The sound of our lovemaking ricocheted off the walls, and when our bodies couldn’t give or take any more, Keegan lowered me. I wasn’t ready to let go and clung onto him, panting and boneless.
Neither of us said a word. We stood under the water until it cooled. How could I risk losing him? Maybe I should wait before talking to everyone. Think it through a little more.
No. No more lies.
I needed to clear my conscience. I wanted Keegan to fully trust me. To see I was nothing like his ex. Coming clean was the only way.
****
I found Brendan standing by the stove cooking breakfast. A pot of coffee percolated, and pork sausages and bacon sparked in a skillet.
I waited by the entrance to the kitchen and watched him work. He was much happier than he’d been when we’d first met. For weeks, I’d pleaded with him to open the castle gates, and now I was about to let him down. Brendan wasn’t an accomplice. He was a victim. I was taking so many innocent people down with me, but I couldn’t lie anymore.
“Look at you and your spatula.” I walked into the kitchen and eyed the food. “Have we unleashed a beast?”
“Ah, it’s only a fry.” He flipped
