Chapter 13 Keaton
KEATON
Idon’t know what finally pushed me over the edge. Maybe it was seeing her rat-faced husband. Maybe it was his words. Maybe it was knowing the dirty details about all that he put her through. Maybe it was her apology. Or maybe a combo of all of it. But I finally had enough of the tiptoeing.
I still want her. I never stopped. I just figured out how to live with it.
But now, it feels like I owe it to myself to tell her where I am.
To lay it all out. Maybe she will choose the same path she chose before.
But at least I know I gave it a shot. I told her where I was.
And then I got in the shower and jerked off twice to the thought of it.
Still no word from my brother today, which means no further update. So I’ve been in and out of my study, in and out of a few coffee shops, and in the car with Mac for a few hours today, checking in back home and hopping on a few calls.
I saw her this morning before she left for work, but it was a quick good morning and some small talk while she packed her work bag.
I haven’t heard from her since Todd took her in this morning, and I haven’t reached out.
I said what I needed to say. If there are any moves left to make, they’re hers.
I’ve checked in with Todd to make sure she’s safe, but other than that, I’m giving her space.
It’s starting to get dark out already when I finally gaze out the window after my last call, and I shut off my computer. But just as I turn my chair toward the door, it opens, and she steps in.
I lean back in my chair as she closes the door behind her. She’s dressed in a tight skirt that accentuates her perfect hips, and her heels click across the wood as she makes her way to me. She gets to the other side of my desk and drops a thick folder on my desk. I look at it then up at her.
“What is this?” I ask. She raises her eyebrows and nods toward it. I lean forward and open the top of the folder, and my eyes home in on the words “PETITION FOR DIVORCE” in thick, black letters. I look back up at her.
“I spent the day with J.G. These are being filed this week, and then he will be served,” she says.
My eyes move back and forth across the words again, as if I don’t believe what I’m seeing.
Then I lift them to hers. She puts her hands on the desk and leans down over it, giving me a clear shot at her cleavage.
I swallow and look back up at her. “Now, make me forget that I was ever his.”
I know I should stop this before it gets started. I know I should have done everything I could to not fall back in love with her again.
But instead, I’m running full speed in her direction.
And I’ll enjoy every minute of this fiery crash.
I stand up slowly, my eyes trained on her.
I walk around the desk slowly, never once taking them off her.
I keep walking until we are standing directly in front of one another.
We both look a little different than the last time we were together.
There’s a little more gray in my beard and my hair, a few more wrinkles around both of our eyes.
But she’s still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
I take one more step so we are chest to chest. I reach my hand up and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and stroke her jawline with my thumb. I lean down so my lips are next to her ear.
“This can’t be undone, Eve,” I whisper. I hear her swallow under her breath.
“I’m counting on that,” she whispers back, and I can’t help but smile.
“We won’t ever go back to what we were. Or what we are now. Nothing will be the same,” I tell her. But she just nods, and I think maybe I’m also telling myself. But the truth is, after she left the first time, nothing ever was the same.
She was the sun that my world revolved around, and when she left, my world went dark.
And the crazy thing is that, even after everything, after a part of me died, I know that one look from her would have lit up my entire soul again.
And I know that because, two nights ago, when I walked into that diner, that’s exactly what happened.
She breathed life back into me with one look.
If she never came back again after this, I would live the rest of my life in a purgatory of my own design, because being apart from her wouldn’t really be living in the first place.
I cup her head in my hand, staring down into those same eyes that made my body react all those years ago.
“Fuck it,” I say, and my lips crash onto hers.
A little whimper escapes her, and it makes my whole body vibrate.
I hold her head between my hands, savoring her lips against mine.
I start slowly, kissing her for sixteen-year-old Keaton, who wants nothing more than to make her feel like the most special girl in the world.
Then I kiss her harder, more urgently. This time for twenty-one-year-old Keaton, who is terrified she’s going to slip out of my grasp.
Then my tongue slips between her lips, claiming her for thirty-four-year-old Keaton, who has waited long enough, and who isn’t going to let her go again.
I slip my arms around her, scooping her up and walking out of the study. She tightens her arms around my neck, one hand curling around it and one weaving through my hair. I slide my hand up her back, the other hooked under her legs as I nudge my bedroom door open then kick it shut with a thud.
God, it feels so fucking good to kiss her. After all this fucking time, to have her to myself. Even if it’s just for tonight. But God, I hope it’s not.
I kick my shoes off as I walk across the room, making my way toward the bed. I lay her down slowly, my head under her hand, our lips never coming apart. I run my hands down her body, over her hips, and around to her ass. The perfect fucking handful.
My Evie.
She fits so perfectly with me.
She moans as I give her a little squeeze, and I smile against her mouth.
I move my hands toward the waistband of her leggings, slipping my fingers in.
She bucks against my touch, her fingers weaving through my hair.
I tug on the leggings, and her eyes open.
We come apart as I look down at her, making sure she’s okay with the direction this is going. She doesn’t say anything but just nods.
I tug them down slowly, and as I do, I realize she has no underwear underneath them.
Fuck. Me. My eyes flick up to hers, and she bites her lip nervously.
I pull them down farther, until she’s completely exposed to me, and I salivate at the sight of her.
After all this time, after everything we have learned about each other, all the secrets we know, there are still parts that we’ve kept from one another.
And that changes tonight.
I stare down at her perfect pussy, then I look up at her and lick my lips. I pull the leggings all the way down and tug them off her feet. I run my hands up her legs, leaving soft kisses on the insides of her calves and up her thighs. When I push her legs apart, she jolts, and I lock eyes with her.
“Do you want me to stop, Eve?”
She bites her lip then shakes her head slowly.
“No, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to,” she says shyly. I lift an eyebrow. She lets out a little shuddered breath. “I can…I can take a while. And I don’t want it to get old. Plus, I…I haven’t shaved and—”
“How about this, baby,” I cut her off. “How about you just lie back and let me go. If you don’t like it, you just tap my arm, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
She bites her lip again. Then she nods slowly.
I move to push her legs apart, but they’re stiff. I squeeze them gently, leaning down so that my mouth is just inches from her pussy.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper. “I’ve been wanting to do this for twenty years.
” Her eyes open wide as she lets her head sink back in the mattress, but her legs flop to the sides, and I smile.
And then I dive in. I start off slow with long swipes of my tongue.
And holy fuck does she taste good. I feel another shudder go through her, and I moan.
“Jesus,” I say, and her eyes shoot open again.
“You taste amazing, Eve.” I see her visibly relax a little more, and I get back to work.
My tongue works her folds, and I suck her into my mouth, playing with her, licking and flicking her clit with my tongue.
She starts to writhe under me, and I can tell it’s working.
And all it does is make me want to keep going.
I don’t want it to get old.
Ha. If that fucker ever made her feel that way, he can go fuck himself.
Literally. Because after tonight, there’s no way he’s ever fucking her again.
When she starts breathing more erratically, I slip a finger inside her.
Her hips buck against my mouth, and she lets out a soft moan that makes me as hard as a fucking brick.
Then I slip another in, hooking them around until I find the spot that makes her slam her hands down on the bed.
She’s pressing herself up into me and pushing her head farther down into the mattress.
Then she starts gasping for air. I reach my other hand up and press down on her stomach, moving my tongue and fingers in the same rhythm until I feel her body start to shake. She fists a clump of my hair and sucks her teeth, and I smile as I devour her.
I feel her start to tense up again, and I push my fingers in deeper.
“Stop thinking, sweet girl,” I tell her. “Stop thinking and just feel me.”
Her legs flop out again, and she loosens her grip on my hair while I dive back in. I suck her clit into my mouth and curve my fingers upward, pumping them in and out until I feel her legs stiffen around me.
She gasps and moans, and then her free hand slides up and under her shirt. She lifts it up, exposing her perfect breast, and tugs on her nipple, and then I think I might come. But I have a job to finish.
I massage her with my tongue for another moment, and then she screams out my name while her body vibrates beneath me.
I give her one more lick before I slide back and pull my fingers from her.
She’s panting with one arm draped over her eyes. Her legs are still flopped to the sides, and one breast hangs out of her shirt. I smile as I leave a trail of kisses back down her legs then reach up to tug her shirt off over her head.
I look down at her perfect body, different from the one I used to know, but my absolute favorite version of her. Her pink nipples are pointed toward the ceiling, leading down to the perfect curves of her hips, her pussy still glistening.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking world, Evie Rae Dawson,” I tell her.
She finally opens her eyes, her breathing calming down, and she smiles at me.
But then she becomes aware of the fact that my eyes are scouring her body, and she folds her leg over the other and drapes an arm over her chest and mid-section.
I wince.
Watching her hide herself, watching the nerves she has when she realizes my eyes are on her…it feels like shame. And it makes me sick.
“Thank you for that,” she says, motioning toward my mouth as her grip around herself tightens a little more. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Did you not like it?” I ask her. She scoffs.
“Of course I did,” she says. “I’ve never, um…
That’s never… I’ve never felt that before.
” I reach down and tug my shirt off over my head.
Now her eyes are the ones scouring. She sits up, reaching for my zipper with her free hand.
But her other arm still covers her mid-section.
I stop her hand, and she looks up at me. “It’s your turn,” she says.
I reach down and take her other hand off her stomach gently. I bring it to my lips without breaking eye contact with her, and I kiss her palm.
“This isn’t a tit-for-tat game, sweet girl,” I tell her.
“Sometimes, it’s going to be all about you.
I am going to worship every single inch of this body of yours.
Now, stop hiding yourself from me, Eve. I’ve waited too long to have you, and you have never been more beautiful than you are right now. ”
She swallows, and I realize her eyes are getting glassy. Her hand slips out of my grip and goes to her stomach again. She rolls her lips, and I lean forward. I put my lips on her stomach, kissing it and pushing her back gently. Then I lift my eyes to hers.
“Every. Single. Inch,” I tell her, and then I push my jeans and boxers down. I spring free, and her eyes open like saucers. Her tongue juts out to lick her lips, and then she looks back up at me. She props herself up on her elbows and bites her bottom lip.
“You good?” I ask her with a smile. She nods, her eyes moving between mine and my cock.
“Mm-hmm,” she says. “I just…I always wondered if I was right about you. Turns out, I am.”
“Right about what?”
“About you having a huge dick,” she says matter-of-factly. I throw my head back and laugh, but I jolt when I feel her hand wrap around me. She pumps it up and down, and our eyes lock.
“What did I tell you?” I ask her, trying to keep my cool while trying not to bust in her hand. Her eyes move up to me as she moves her mouth closer to my shaft.
“Sometimes it’s going to be all about me,” she says, “which is fine. Because right now, all I want is your cock in my mouth.”
Holy fuck.