Chapter 7
GREER
The sizzle of bacon wakes me. I’m curled on the couch, naked, Gerry nestled against my stomach, a blanket separating us.
I poke my head over the back of the couch and see Kellan standing at the stove, shirtless, muscles flexing as he moves to cook breakfast.
Gerry squawks in offense, flapping his wings as though to ward off predators. I notice he’s wearing a diaper now, which makes me giggle.
Hearing the commotion, Kellan glances over his shoulder. “I thought you might be hungry after last night.”
Last. Night.
Heat floods my veins, and I almost moan at the memories. How attentive he’d been. How absolutely starving.
I draw the blanket around me and get up off the couch. “Famished…but nothing you’re frying in that pan is going to satisfy my hunger.”
His head jerks as he turns again to look at me, one eyebrow arched. “Oh?”
Without another word, I head into the bathroom to freshen up.
Breakfast is served by the time I make it to the table wearing one of Kellan’s oversized shirts and my tiniest pair of panties.
Kellan, still shirtless, drags his eyes down my legs, scoots his chair out, and pats his lap. “You win.”
I continue to the table, sitting across from him. “We should probably get a little fuel in our systems first.” I grab a slice of bacon, take a bite, and wink.
He scoffs, stabs his fork into an egg, and takes a very disgruntled bite.
I start in on the home fries, which are made to perfection.
After a few more bites, Kellan nods. “It’s good that we ate first.”
“See—I told you we’d need the fuel.”
He smirks. “It’s not just about the fuel. It’s about us, and our boundaries.”
“Boundaries?”
“First and foremost, you are here to figure out your life, and anything that happens between us,” he points his fork at me, then back to himself, “is to take a back seat until you’re squared away.”
“Soooo….what you’re saying is: to help me out, you’re going to keep me in a constant state of frustration?”
“I didn’t say that. We can…alleviate certain stressors that arise. Especially if it helps you to keep your nose buried in your books. But there can be no distraction from what’s most important.”
“Then I guess in five years, when I finally pass the test, we’ll get to finally discuss where we stand.”
His face softens. “It’s not going to take you five years to pass that test.” He sighs. “But unfortunately, it’s not just about the test. You need to explore what you want to do with your life.”
My shoulders slump. “I’ve been working in my family’s restaurant since…forever, sometimes working over sixty hours a week. I never really thought about what would come after, because I didn’t think there’d be an after.”
“You’ve been used as cheap labor for far too long, and I’d much rather you explore what you love than cut kitty claws for a living.”
“Does that mean I’m not allowed to groom?”
“No, but I fully expect you to explore your other interests after you pass the test.”
I nod. “Okay, fine.”
“I’ll bring your car to Rosie today.”
My brow scrunches. “Rosie?”
“The local mechanic. I’m not sure how many miles your beater has left on it, but she’ll keep it chugging a bit longer.”
“I can’t afford—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he scolds before I can get the rest of my sentence out.
“Thank you,” I say, blinking tears away.
“Now that we have that out of the way, you mentioned being famished?”
All at once, my core throbs to life, begging me for more of what was served last night.
Kellan rises from his seat and saunters around the table, his erection bulging through his pajama pants.
He extends a hand out to me, but instead of taking it, I grab the elastic of his pants, biting my lower lip.
His expression twists in pure torture. “Greer…”
I pull the elastic of his pajama pants and boxers out, uncaging his erection.
Kellan groans, low and ragged, his hands flexing, like he’s fighting the instinct to grab my hair.
I don’t let his hesitation win.
I lean forward and drag my tongue along the underside of his cock in one slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip.
His hips jerk involuntarily. “Fuck, Greer.”
I lick around the head, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he’s already leaking for me. Then I take him deeper, slipping my lips over the ridge of his head.
As far as experience goes—I have none.
Enthusiasm? I have that in spades.
With one hand, I pull his pants and boxers down farther; with the other, I cup his balls, relishing the soft weight of them.
He groans, fingers digging into the back of my scalp.
I pop off, making a wet, smacking sound. “So far, so good?”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Greer, you’re fucking amazing.”
“Good. It’s my first time, so feel free to show me what you like.”
“Baby, you’re doing just fine on your own.”
I stroke him slowly with my fist, eyes focused on the pearl of pre-cum welling on the head.
Kellan reaches down, hooks two fingers under my chin, and tilts my face up, locking eyes with me as he gently guides my mouth to his tip.
“Suck it.”
I obey.
My panties are soaked, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle beneath me.
“So…damn…good…” he pants, cock twitching in my mouth.
I take him deeper, moving faster, fisting where I can’t reach.
His restraint snaps, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, guiding me faster down his length.
“So…close…”
He pauses, and instead of coming, jerks back.
“What—”
He looks over at the table, curses, and shoves the dishes out of the way.
“Kell—” Before his name leaves my lips, I’m hauled to my feet and bent over the table.
Holy…hell…
With no hesitation, he drops to his knees, rips my panties down my thighs, and, good lord—he eats.
His tongue is everywhere. Gliding up my seam, circling my clit, delving into my wet pussy. It feels so good, I find myself shamelessly pushing back against his face.
He chuckles and pulls away, giving my butt a firm slap. “Look at you, all eager for me, making a sopping mess of my face.”
“Kellan—please—” I whimper and wiggle my rear, praying he’ll show me mercy.
“I want to feel you come all over my big cock.” He rises to a stand, and I feel his length press against my entrance.
He’s so thick, it burns in the best way, stretching me until I can feel every ridge, every pulse. He pauses, fingers digging into my hip. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare.”
That’s all he needs.
He pulls back and thrusts—harder this time. The table creaks under us, threatening to break.
His hands are on me, one sliding under my shirt, seeking my breasts, the other reaching between my legs.
The combination turns my blood to molten. I plant my palms onto the table, lift my torso up, and rear back, meeting his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he growls against my ear. “I want to feel how greedy your little cunt is.”
I shatter, head thrown back, cries echoing through the cozy cabin.
Kellan curses under his breath, coming three thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing his release.
He collapses against me, his breath washing over my neck.
For several long seconds, we exist as one, his body molded atop mine, our hearts in sync.
Eventually he pulls out—slowly, reluctantly—and tucks himself away. I push off the table, legs trembling, my mind a tangle.
Kellan smooths my hair back from my face with surprising tenderness. “You okay?”
I nod, still dazed. “That was…wow.”
He looks over at the clock on the wall. “Good thing I’m an early riser, or else I wouldn’t make it into work on time.”
It’s barely past eight. The clinic opens at nine, which means he’s got maybe twenty minutes to shower, dress, pretend he didn’t just fuck me senseless on the dining table, and make it into the clinic.
I look down at the mess we’ve made. “I’ll take care of the dishes while you get ready.”
His eyes flash with guilt.
I giggle. “Just go.”
He relaxes. “Bring your car down whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush.”
“Are you sure it’s worth getting it checked out?” I frown. “I don’t want you wasting your money.”
“I don’t want you stuck anywhere, so I consider it money well spent.”
“Thanks, Kell.”
He kisses my forehead and disappears into the bathroom, leaving me with a dizzying sensation that makes me feel like I’m in a dream.
Because before I came here, I never had choices. I did as my parents said, working toward their success. For once, I’m in control. I get to choose what I do next. And I know with absolute certainty that those choices will only bring me closer to him.