By His Play

62. Effie

62

EFFIE

K ieran wraps me in his arms, and with his cock still inside me, we lie together in the middle of my bed for the longest time.

Eventually, my heart rate returns to normal, and the aftershocks from those two powerful releases ebb away.

With my face nuzzled against his chest, I breathe him in.

Tonight has been…a lot.

Seeing him standing there in my dance class was unexpected. But for him then to pull me into his body and bust out all the moves...

How? Just how?

“Brax spent all day teaching me.”

His voice startles me, and I sit up so I can look at him.

“W-what?” I stutter.

“You asked how I knew all the moves,” he states, making me frown.

I was not aware I asked that question out loud.

My cheeks burn bright red, and he smiles softly when he sees it.

“Brax taught me.”

I shake my head.

“I’m sorry, you spent all day learning how to tango with Brax?”

A laugh bubbles up. I try to fight it, I really do.

“I’m glad you find that amusing,” he deadpans.

“Please can you do it again so I can watch?”

His fingers descend to my ribs and he tickles me. I shriek as he rolls me onto my back, his cock slipping from me.

“Kieran, please,” I half cry, half laugh. “Stop.”

He rolls onto his back, taking me with him and sitting me across his lap.

The instant my pussy connects with his dick, I grind down on him.

His nostrils flare and his throat works on a smile.

“You sure missed my dick, huh?” he muses, watching me shamelessly pleasure myself on him.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Did you get yourself off without me, Luck?”

I bite down on my bottom lip coyly.

“Effie?” His voice is deep and gravelly. It hits me right in the clit.

“You own my pleasure,” I finally say, repeating the words he told me at Grams’. “I only come when you let me.”

Pride covers his face.

“How has it taken me this long to discover how perfect you are?”

I shrug one shoulder as I reach down and hold him up.

“You gonna fuck me?” he asks, watching my every move.

“Yeah,” I state. “Yeah, I am.”

I sink down on him and cry out.

Will I ever get enough of this? Of him?

I really hope not.

“ H ey,” I say, walking into my kitchen to find Kieran standing in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs, chugging water.

The way his throat works as he swallows makes things flutter that should really be worn out by now.

He let me have control when I was on top earlier for about five minutes.

Then he sat up, held my hands behind my back with one of his, and topped me from the bottom.

He just can’t help himself. And honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Being at Kieran Callahan’s mercy is my favorite place to be.

“Hey,” he repeats as his eyes run down the length of me.

I’m wearing one of his Chicago Chiefs t-shirts. It swamps me and hangs almost to my knees, but I love it. The fabric is worn and so soft, and most importantly, it has his number on it.

“You should always have my number on you. It’s hot,” he muses as he abandons his glass and moves closer.

“How are you feeling?”

I smile up at him, loving the way he takes care of me.

After our first round in bed, he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. He set me on the counter and allowed me to watch as he filled the bathtub. After lowering me into the soothing water, he disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a bottle of water and some cookies. Add the fact that he was still gloriously naked, and it was the best bath I’ve ever taken.

“Amazing. Hungry.”

My confession makes his entire face light up.

He spent so much time in St. Louis trying to get me to eat. Thankfully, in the weeks that have passed, my appetite has come back. I’m pretty sure the yoga and dance classes have been helping with that.

“What would you like?” he asks, closing the space between us.

The second he’s in touching distance, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

I sigh with contentment as his lips graze across my jaw and down my neck.

Touching him, kissing, everything...it’s so right. So natural.

“You,” I laugh.

He groans in appreciation.

“After you’ve eaten, you can spend all night enjoying me.”

He glances up, his eyes dancing with excitement.

“Thai?”

His thumb drags across my bottom lip, and he stares at me like he’ll never get enough.

I know the feeling.

“If that’s what you want.”

After kissing me until my legs are trembling and the only thing I can think about is sinking to my knees and feasting on him, he sends me to the couch with a gentle tap on my ass.

My cheeks blaze as I think about him spanking me earlier.

I loved it.

“Sore, Luck?” he asks when I not-very-discreetly reach back and rub my ass cheek.

Glancing over my shoulder, I give him what I hope is a seductive smile. “In the best kind of way.”

Tingles run down my spine as I saunter to the couch. He’s watching my every move.

Once I’m seated, I look back, and my heart tumbles in my chest.

He’s got the happiest smile playing on his lips.

I know because I can feel the same one on mine.

He makes quick work of ordering our dinner before pulling a bottle of wine from my refrigerator and grabbing two glasses.

After pouring us both a large glass, he settles beside me.

The apartment is in silence and the lights of the city—and the stadium—twinkle before us.

I take a sip of my wine, feeling more relaxed and happier than I have been in a long time.

Of course, we’ve both got a lot of things to work through, but I’m confident that we’ll figure it out.

We just need to start working together.

The last few weeks have been a blip. Both of us were scared and unable to process the changes and what we really wanted.

“You know, this is far less scary than I expected,” Kieran confesses. “I thought a proper relationship would feel like pressure. But right now, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.”

I sigh, smiling up at him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself; it’s only been a couple of hours.”

“That doesn’t matter. It’s you, Effie. You always make everything better.”

“You do too.”

“This is it now. You’re never going to get rid of me.”

“Thank God,” I laugh. “I learned recently that I don’t do very well without you.”

“I’m sorry. I?—”

“Stop,” I beg, pressing my fingers to his lips. “We’ve both apologized. We’re moving on now. Looking forward to the future.”

He nods before capturing my fingers and sucking them into his mouth.

I clench my thighs together, and somehow, he notices the slight movement. His eyes darken.

“Dirty whore,” he muses the moment he releases me.

“Your dirty whore,” I correct.

He steals my glass back before dragging me beneath him on the couch and kissing me senseless. He doesn’t let me up for air until my buzzer goes off, announcing the arrival of dinner.

I walk into the office the next morning with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step that I don’t think I’ve ever had before.

I’ve barely had any sleep, but it doesn’t matter.

My adrenaline is pumping, and I’m ready for what the day holds.

Last night and this morning were just amazing.

It was everything we had for those few days in St. Louis and more.

This time, there is no deadline.

No rush to fit as much in as possible before time runs out.

Now, we have forever.

Reaching up, I run my fingers over the angel wings of my necklace, my smile growing.

Grams did this.

If it weren’t for her being ill, for the lie I told to make her happy, none of this might have happened.

I’d still be perpetually single, and Kieran would be…

Yeah, the less time I spend thinking about that, the better.

My cell buzzes as I step into my office.

Pulling it free, a laugh tumbles from my lips.

Kieran: I miss you already.

He insisted on driving me to work this morning. He has no plans today, so he could have easily stayed in bed, or on the couch watching shit on TV, but he didn’t. He wanted to be the best boyfriend he could be and drive me to work.

My heart flutters.

Kieran Callahan is my boyfriend.

Effie: I miss you too x

Kieran starts typing immediately, but before his message comes through, I get another.

Brax: How did it go?

Effie: You are in so much trouble…

Brax: I wouldn’t expect anything else. But any specific reason?

Effie: You tangoed with my boyfriend!!!

Brax:

Effie: You recorded it, right? I need to see it.

Brax: Sorry, that was for me and Kieran to experience alone.

Brax: I probably shouldn’t say this but…your boy has moves. Those hips.

“Oh my god,” I laugh as I drop into my chair.

Effie: Do you have a little crush I need to know about?

Brax: Hell no. Just pointing out what a lucky girl you must be

I sigh as I think about all the hip action I’ve experienced recently.

Effie: I am a very lucky girl.

Brax: I’m buzzing for both of you. Do I need to find another dance partner now, though?

Effie: Of course not. Kieran will be there on Thursday night for you…

Brax:

I burst out laughing again as I picture the two of them spinning around the studio. Which one would take the lead…

Effie: I’ll be there Thursday. But Kieran wanted me to tell you that if you touch me like he did during the tango, you won’t see another season…

Brax: I can handle Kieran Callahan.

Effie: No more fighting.

Brax: Yes, Mom.

Still laughing, I place my cell on my desk and wake my computer up.

Thoughts of how miserable I was here yesterday flicker through my mind. It’s amazing how fast things can change.

My cell buzzes again, and the moment I see Kieran’s name, I remember that he was typing.

Kieran: I’m not very good with words, actions are more my thing, but I need you to know how serious I am about this. About us. You’re my everything, and always will be. Endgame, baby.

My smile is ridiculous as I read his words.

Effie: I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. You’re mine, Kieran Callahan. Warn those jersey chasers, because I will throw hands if anyone dares go near you.

Kieran: Damn, I think I need to see that.

Effie: Behave.

Kieran: Never.

Effie: You’re distracting me.

Kieran: My number one goal in life always.

Kieran: I’m hard thinking about what you did this morning.

A wave of heat flows through me.

Effie: Cold shower before hitting the gym then?

Kieran: Won’t help. I just need you.

Effie: Later.

Kieran: It’s too long

Effie: I’ll remind you of that when you’re at an away game.

Kieran: No need. You’ll be coming with me.

All the air rushes out of my lungs.

Effie: Kieran…

Kieran: Not being without you ever again.

A knock on my door forces me to stop replying, and as soon as I call out, Henry pokes his head inside.

He gives me a double take, and I can only assume it’s because of the smile on my face.

“Do you have a few minutes?”

“Of course.”

Effie: Gotta go. See you later. Love you x