Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Dean
I controlled my breathing as I leaped up and over a wall, landing on the balls of my feet. Then practiced quick footwork through the tire run, grabbed a couple of heavy sandbags, and sprinted up a hill.
Keira always watched me from the back deck, and today, she wasn’t even being subtle about it. She stood with her hands on the railing, head tracking my every move.
It was possible I was showing off a little. After getting naked with her last night, I somehow had even more to prove.
The temperatures were starting to climb. Sweat poured down my face and body and soaked the waistband of my shorts. I’d gotten rid of my shirt a while ago.
I felt her eyes on me as I grabbed a drink of water and caught my breath. Keira had already finished her cardio and stretching as well as her drills on cleaning and assembling the rifle.
Since our surveillance run following Woodson and planting the tracker, she’d been learning about ranging, wind reading, creating a data book.
I’d given her all kinds of manuals to read too, even though becoming a sniper was about practical experience.
She couldn’t fire the weapon herself just yet, but I should’ve been showing her how to zero the rifle and make adjustments.
So far, I’d sucked as a teacher. I mean, I’d slept with the student. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
I still hadn’t been able to fire a gun. It was a mental block of some kind. I hadn’t been able to get past it. And the thought of Keira being the one behind the scope and pulling the trigger, taking an unsuspecting life, even if it was justice… My fist closed around the bullet at my neck.
Sharing her bed had only intensified my protectiveness. And my doubts.
By the time I ran the course again and returned to Keira, I was all smiles, my uncertainty packed away in a neat box. The rest of today was just about making her laugh. Making her come.
Water poured into my mouth from the bottle as I sauntered toward the deck.
I poured the rest over my head and wiped a hand over my face and through my hair. The short hair reminded me of everything that had happened last night. Arousal pooled in my low belly as I remembered thrusting my tongue inside her. How she screamed my name.
“How’s the haircut?” Keira asked. She folded her arms on the top railing and smiled down at me.
“Much easier. I don’t miss the strands hanging in my face. But how did I look out there on the obstacle course?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like all that shaggy hair was hiding a big head.”
“There are other big things about me.” I loosely cupped my junk through my shorts.
“Corny as hell,” she muttered.
I went up the steps to the deck. “Can your returning hero have a kiss?”
Her eyebrow arched as she gave me a once-over. “You’re sexy when you’re sweaty. But that doesn’t mean I want that all over me.”
“Damn. Because I have some very specific ideas about getting all over you.”
Her dark eyes gleamed with humor. But that look turned a lot more interested as I stood next to her and braced my hands behind me on the railing, pushing out my chest like I was putting myself on display.
“How about you call the shots right now,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”
“Strip.”
Mmmm. I liked where this was going. That bossy, official-sounding tone in her voice emphasized how much Keira Marsh had grown up in the years I’d known her.
With slow, teasing movements, I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my athletic shorts and eased them down over my hips.
The slick fabric dropped to the deck, and I stepped out of them.
I followed the same routine with my boxer briefs.
Which left just my running shoes and the leather cord on my neck.
I spread my legs a little and leaned back against the railing again. My cock hung heavy. With her gaze on me like that, I was already getting hard.
And Keira just kept staring, like the vixen she apparently was, as my shaft filled and lengthened without a single helping stroke from me.
I was throbbing. Aching. My cock pointed at her like it knew exactly what it wanted.
The sun beat down on my bare skin. A slight breeze had picked up, cooling me off a little as it whistled through the trees. This property was all ours. Nobody else around for miles. Though if anyone had been watching, I wouldn’t care. Like I’d told Keira before, I wasn’t modest.
If she asked me to, I’d bend her over the railing right now and thrust inside her. With the great outdoors as our witness.
I was like a starving man who’d been offered an all-you-can-eat buffet. Despite my doubts, I wasn’t going to say no to her again. I wanted it all.
The tip of Keira’s tongue followed the curve of her upper lip. “Go inside and shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My voice was laced with all the innuendo I could fit in those two words. “You planning to join me?”
“If you’re lucky.”
Smirking, I toed off my shoes and went inside with my cock bobbing in front of me.
In the downstairs bathroom, the rush of water filled the room with noise. After testing the heat with my hand, I stepped inside and closed the shower curtain.
Renovating this bathroom was on my long list for the house. Some new tile, a glass enclosure, and a framed mirror would make it much nicer and more modern. Keira deserved the best.
Fuck. I closed my eyes under the spray, realizing how stupid that thought had been.
Keira and I wouldn’t be living here longer than another month or two, depending on how long it took to finish our investigation into Woodson and his buddies at Crosshairs Security. I would make sure she had her vengeance. And then…
The rings on the shower curtain jangled. There was a burst of cooler air, followed by soft, small hands on my back. “Hi,” Keira said.
“Hi.” I glanced at her over my shoulder, happy to see she was naked. “I was just getting washed up.”
“Good.”
With a handful of body wash, I lathered myself, then washed Keira too. Which led to us kissing with her back against the tile. Holding her by the hips, I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around me. My erection was trapped between us as we made out, tongues and lips sliding.
“Dean,” she said between kisses. “I need your cock inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
A flush passed over my skin. A burn from within me that had nothing to do with the hot water of the shower. “Soon. I want to make you come first. And then I’ll make you come again on my cock.”
Setting her on her feet, I kissed her some more, sucking on her tongue with long pulls. At the same time, I brought my hand between her legs and gently teased her clit.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she moaned. “So good. Keep going.”
My fingers circled her clit, drawing out whimpers and pleas. Then moved lower to tease her opening. Keira’s hand jacked my cock at the same time until she lost concentration, her head falling back against the shower wall.
“Show me how you like it,” I said low in her ear. “How do you touch yourself?”
“Here.” Keira guided my hand. “Like this.” I knew I’d gotten it just right when she made a desperate sound, eyelids fluttering.
“Do you think about me when you make yourself come?”
“Only you,” she panted. “Every time. No one but you.”
My fingers moved faster. A sob wrenched from her throat. Keira grabbed for my arm, her face pushing to my chest, and then she was shuddering. I felt her clench around my fingers.
Only you, Keira, I thought. No one else had ever made me feel the things she did.
I needed more. Had to finally claim her.
Switching off the water, I pulled a couple of towels from the hanger outside the curtain. Wrapped one around her shoulders, the other around my hips.
“Your room,” I said, taking her hand and lacing our fingers together. Just that small amount of contact, and it was everything to me.
I was so gone for this woman.
“It’s your room more than mine,” she pointed out.
“I guess right now, it’s ours.”
Keira’s eyes went soft, and she nodded quickly.
The lights were off in her room, with daylight streaming around the curtains.
Keira turned to face me and dropped her towel to the floor.
I couldn’t get over how stunning she was.
So much gorgeous, flawless skin. Her perfect small breasts and the slight curves of her hips.
And those freckles. I’d mapped them out last night, but those were going to need more extensive study.
She reached out to flick open the towel on my hips. The terry cloth pooled at my feet. There was no secret about how my body was reacting to her. My erection had gone down a bit earlier, but now it was back in full force. The head of my cock almost purple and the veins prominent.
Then our hands were on each other. I cupped her breasts. She dragged her short nails down my abs, just enough sensation to drive my arousal even higher. I was dizzy with it.
I reached up to touch the tiny hairs along her hairline. “You’re so beautiful to me. Every bit of you.”
She inhaled sharply. “The scars are ugly.”
My gaze moved to her side, where a bullet had grazed her, and then to her chest and shoulder, where the scar tissue was more extensive.
I’d avoided those areas last night because I hadn’t wanted to hurt her or make her uncomfortable.
But now, I traced my fingertips as lightly as possible over the healing wounds.
Rage, consuming and dark, took me over for a second. Squeezing my throat and blurring my vision. Because the men who’d done this were still walking free.
“No part of you is ugly,” I said, tamping my anger down. It was just Keira and me right now, and I didn’t want anything else tainting that. “I don’t want to hear you talk that way. Every inch of you is beautiful to me. Including your scars. No other woman comes close.”
She shrugged with a small smile on her lips. “I guess scars are pretty badass.”
I grinned. “Damn right. I’ve got a few myself.”
“Hmm, I should get a better look.”
I twisted and fell back on the mattress, making it bounce, while Keira laughed. She crawled on top of me and started kissing my skin randomly. My oblique, a bicep, my pec. She paused as she eyed the rifle round. But she didn’t ask about it. Not today.
Instead she crawled upward and sucked on my lower lip.
I circled my arms around her to switch our positions. She spread her legs to make room as I stretched over her. My eyes met Keira’s. Held. “Do we need protection?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Tell me you want me,” I rasped.
“Always. Do you want me?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Keira, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
That sounded so messed up given how many times I’d put distance between us. Told her no, tried to let her down easy. But this was all I’d wanted. Keira in my arms, skin to skin, knowing she was safe and cared for. Happy, because I’d made her happy.
I wished with every tattered remnant of my soul that we could’ve had this forever.
But at least we had it for a little while, and that would have to be enough.
I guided the tip of my cock to her opening. At the first push, she gasped, and I froze, just barely inside. “You okay?”
“I’m just… It’s been a long time for me, and you’re so… Never been with anyone as big as you. What if it doesn’t fit?”
Smiling, I dropped my head to nuzzle her cheek. “I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you.”
Holding my upper-body weight on one elbow, I rocked my hips while I caressed her face and body with my other hand. When I was finally all the way inside, the tight grip of her on my cock made me lightheaded. She was shaking. Breathing hard.
“You okay?” I asked.
Her palms were on my chest. Her pulse thrummed at her neck, and she had to feel the way my heart was beating. Beating just for her. And she probably felt the way the vein in my shaft was throbbing inside her too, with every hard thump of my pulse.
“I want you to be rough with me. Make me feel like I’m yours.”
“You’ve always been mine.”
I started to move. She arched into me, sighing, and hooked her ankles behind my waist. With every thrust of my cock into her sweet, perfect body, I was losing a little more of my control. This was Keira, the woman who meant so much to me, who I would do anything for. Kill for.
I was inside her. We were finally connected, with everything else stripped away.
Sweat gathered on my upper lip, my brow, my chest. I could feel my muscles flexing. Tight, hot pleasure throbbed low in me, building and building. My groans sounded primal.
“Want you to come, Keira. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
She gasped and moaned like she was close. I leaned back so I could reach between us and rub her clit the way she’d shown me in the shower.
The moment she cried out, I gave in too. Basking in waves of pleasure that I felt everywhere, taking me over. My hips kept rocking into her to draw it out. To keep that connection between us for as long as possible.
As I started to soften, I lowered myself to the mattress beside her and kissed her forehead. Her cheeks. “How do you feel?”
She smiled and hummed. “Like I got what I always wanted.”
That made me smile too, though the feeling was also bittersweet.
“How about you?” she asked. “How do you feel?”
“Like I want to do that again as soon as I’m hard.”