Chapter 30
Chapter thirty
Anna
W
e’ve been sitting around the fire pit after a delicious meal, sipping on ciders and beers as Charlie catches lightning bugs around the backyard.
Everyone’s been telling stories, mostly at Keaton’s expense, and I laugh for what must be the thousandth time tonight.
It has been the most incredible evening being here with Keaton’ family. My family now, I suppose.
“Well,” Camden stands up and stretches, “I’m gonna head on home. I have a case that I need to try and work on some before I call it a night.” We say our goodbyes as he leaves, and Sharon excuses herself to head to bed, too.
“Come on, Little Bit,” Lincoln hollers at Charlie.
“Time to wash up and get in bed.” Charlie bounces over to him with her little mason jar full of the critters she’s managed to catch tonight.
Once Lincoln’s convinced her to release them, which is mighty impressive after that bottom lip of hers stuck out the way it did, he picks her up to pack her inside for the night.
“You headed out?” he asks his brother.
“We will be in just a bit,” Keaton says while taking my hand, “I think we’re gonna sit and enjoy the fire a little longer.”
Lincoln gives a scowl before he shakes his head and goes inside with his daughter, leaving me and Keaton alone outside.
He tugs at my hand he’s holding, pulling me closer to him. “I need you closer. You’ve been too far away from me all night.”
I stand up and walk over to him, still holding his hand. “I’ve been sitting beside you this whole time. Just how much closer do you want me to be?”
Keaton jerks me harder until I’m straddling one of his legs.
“Sit,” he commands, and I do as I’m told.
“You can never be close enough, Anna. I’ve watched how amazing you’ve been all night.
I know you weren’t prepared to meet my entire family today, but you completely captivated every single one of them.
Mama, well, she’s not like that most days.
In fact, we haven’t seen her like this in years.
You helped her shine tonight, Baby. I’m so thankful for that.
I’m so in love with you.” He pushes on my thighs so I’m pressed into him.
The movement feels so damn good. He isn’t wrong. I may have been beside him all night, but I’ve missed the nearness we’ve had since last night. A rush of desire comes over me and we need to get home. Now. “Keaton, take me home. I need you.”
“Ride me, Baby.” He grips my hips, thrusting me against his thigh and I somehow manage to hold back my whimper.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper-shout at him. “Your mother, brother, and niece are just inside.”
“I’m crazy about you.” He kisses me, all the while pushing me so that I’m rubbing in just the right way against him, sending tingles throughout my entire body.
“Now fucking ride me. Get that cunt of yours, the one I know is dripping for me, and ride my fucking thigh. I want to see you take your pleasure.”
When he takes that demanding tone, this man could convince me to go grocery shopping naked on a Sunday after church.
I start to rock back and forth against him, unable to keep my noises contained as pleasure begins to coil its way through my body.
Why is this so fucking hot? I haven’t dry humped anybody since high school and I know it didn’t feel this damn good.
“That’s right, Baby. You want to come so fucking bad, don’t you? Then be a good girl and chase that orgasm. Grind that clit against me.” His dirty words spur me on and I pick up my pace.
“Keaton, this feels so good. I’m so close.” I continue rocking over him and reach down to grab the bulge that’s formed in his pants. He lets out a moan that almost brings me to orgasm from the intensity of it.
“Fuck, Baby, you look so hot like this. That wet spot you’re leaving on me is gonna make me come in my pants like I’m a fucking teenager.
” I grind harder, hitting my bud against him so perfectly that I’m about to tip over the edge.
“That’s it, Baby. Keep going, Anna. Be a good wife and come for your husband. ”
My orgasm rips through me and Keaton kisses me to quiet my sounds.
He shudders beneath me and when I look down, I see the evidence of his pleasure on the crotch of his army green britches.
We sit like that for several moments, me still straddled over his leg with my head resting on his shoulder, and him with his arms wrapped around me and his head resting against mine.
The fire crackles behind us as it dies down.
“Sounds like the two of you both finished,” we hear Lincoln’s voice from somewhere in the house, “so be sure to lock up before you leave.”
“You and Mama seemed to have a lot to talk about.” Keaton glances over at me in the truck on the way home. His face is only lit by the dim lights of the dash and it’s still enough to take my breath away.
“She’s amazing,” I gush. “We talked about how we met, of course. Then she asked questions about me and my family. I told her how I enjoyed photography and would love to take some pictures of her place, and she welcomed me to come out anytime. Things got a bit sad when she was telling me about how much you’re like your dad and I thought I lost her there for a moment. ”
Keaton lets out a heavy sigh. “My senior year of high school, my dad died in a car crash. Just some random accident and a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. To say Mama was devastated is the understatement of the century.
“She mourned just like the rest of us where she had moments of rage and moments of sadness. But on the day of the funeral, it’s like she went numb. She detached from us. Disconnected. My dad was the only one in the car when he passed, but it was like we had lost both of them.”
“That’s awful,” I say quietly. “And you were all still children. You still needed her.”
He nods in agreement. “We would speak to her, but the conversations were always one-sided. She would occasionally have friends over, or would meet them out, but then she started canceling her plans. She stopped taking their calls or responding to their messages. One day it was all too much for her, and we ended up in the hospital. After that, it was like a world without my father was a world she didn’t want to be a part of, so she went home and never left. ”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“I told you earlier that Mama isn’t typically like the way you saw her tonight. The truth is that she hasn’t left the house in years. Hell, the reason Lincoln was over at our place this morning was because he couldn’t even get her out of bed.”
He looks over at me before turning his eyes back to the road. “Tonight was the first night in forever we’ve seen her look like herself.”
“So, what was different about tonight?” I ask and he smiles.
“You.”