Chapter 12
Hard.
Rock, fucking, solid.
Her silky skin. Her wet hair framing her pretty fucking face, her plump lips and all I could think of was how they would look wrapped around my cock.
Slamming my bedroom door, my sweatpants are down round my ankles and fisting myself within seconds. I jerk myself off hard and fast, all while my eyes are closed, head tipped back as I fantasize about sinking my cock inside of her again.
I come in two minutes.
Shameless.
No fucks given.
Cleaning myself up, I open my bedroom door the same time she steps out onto the landing, our eyes meet and her cheeks pinch that pretty blossom pink.
“Flustered?”
“Hardly,” she rolls her eyes, bedding in hand.
“Make a mess with your hand and vibrator?” Tongue in cheek I rock up on the balls of my feet.
“In your dreams baby,” she teases, and I let out a low chuckle.
I follow behind her, eyes on her peachy ass in her high waisted black jeans. She slips into the laundry room, and for some reason I follow her.
Shoving her bedding into the washing machine, I lean against the door just watching.
“What’s the matter? Want a lesson on how to work the washer?” she spins, tongue slipping out the corner of her mouth, teeth pinching the thing I want running up the underside of my cock.
“I’m just thinking how pretty you’ll look whilst I eat your wet little pussy.” Risky move, I know but I can’t curb my tongue around her.
Her eyes bug out. Her lips open as her jaw falls lax.
“Keat…” she pants, her eyes roaming over me.
I step closer.
“We said no more…”
Pushed up against her tight little body, my neck cranes down at her, my eyes burning into hers.
“I know, but you’re just too much of a temptation,” I whisper, my lips hovering over hers.
“We promised.” She moans as I curl my fingers round the base of her throat. She likes it. Her pulse dances underneath my fingertips.
“Promises were made to be broken.” Skimming my hands down her body, both curling round her hips and I lift her onto the washing machine.
“Not our promises,” her hands press against the cool metal of the washer.
“One last taste…” I rasp, widening her legs and slipping between them as my lips brush against hers.
“One last…” she whispers and the doorbell rings.
And that’s all it takes for her to snap back into reality. Shoving me off her, she jumps down.
“You and your dirty mouth,” she scowls, skipping out the laundry room and down towards the door.
Fuck it.
My cock aches between my legs and I shut the laundry door to give myself a moment.
Or five.
Walking back outand into the kitchen, I see Lucy and Ari sitting at the deep oak dining table.
“Morning,” I greet her, and switch the coffee machine on. “Drinks?”
“We should really…” Ari starts.
“We would love one,” Lucy answers before Arizona can even get her words out. My back is to them so I smirk.
“Oh, Arizona,” I look at her slowly over my shoulder, “don’t forget about your bedding in the washer.”
She stays mute, pushing away from the table and into the laundry room.
“Do you take cream? Milk? Sugar?” I ask Lucy.
“Cream, no sugar,” she says sweetly.
Ari is back in the room, while I make her coffee. Little milk and two sugars. It’s mad to think that she has been living here for only three months. It’s a home with her, but I know this won’t last forever. She will go back to her actual home. So, until then, I am going to enjoy every minute.
Turning, I waltz towards the girls and place them down. They fall into easy conversation, and I join them. Arizona eyes me.
“Do you mind?”
“Nope,”
Ari’s tone is curt and I know I’ve rumbled her.
Don’t care.
Will still try and devour her again.
Her pussy is too good.
“Lucy, how’s work?” I ask, brows lifting as I bring my cup to my lips. Who would have thought, me, Keaton fucking Mills would be sitting here on my Saturday morning with two—this is going to sound harsh, but it’s also true—strippers.
I mean? Is that the right term?
“Not too bad, was nice to see a familiar face last night,” she gives me a smirk, cheeks blushing, and I feel a swift blow to my shin.
Fuck. My teeth grind.
“Private dance?” Arizona’s body is turned towards Lucy.
“Something like that,” she drops her face, and I don’t miss the sly smirk on her lips.
Arizona glares at me. Fuck’s sake.
“It wasn’t anything like that,” I take a mouthful, burning my tongue and instantly regret it.
“What was it like then?” Arizona’s elbows perched on the table, hands resting under her chin and her eyes are burning into mine.
“She danced. Didn’t touch her. Was literally just a dance; Lucy, tell her,”
Lucy rolls her eyes and looks at Ari.
“It was just a dance,” she huffs, “I tried pushing for a little more but mister grumpy over here wasn’t having any of it,” she flicks her eyes back to mine.
“See?”
“Why does it matter to you so much?” she asks, and Ari stays quiet.
“Probably because I’m her dad’s best friend... little close to home maybe?”
Ari’s cheeks flame a shameful pink.
“And what?” Lucy’s brows pinch, “Is it because you have a crush?” she taunts.
Oh, Arizona.
“Luce!” She slams her cup onto the table, spilling some coffee and her eyes widen at her friend’s admission.
“What? It’s true, you’ve had a crush on him for what feels like foreverrrrr,” she drags out the last word.
“Don’t listen to her,” Ari crosses her arms in front of her chest.
Too late.
“Well, well, well…” I shuffle in my seat, “you know this can only stay a crush though, right?” I goad her and I know she is reeling inside. “We’re forbidden, taboo…” I pause and have to ignore the growing bulge in my pants.
“Obviously,” she brushes it off, but I don’t miss the crack in her voice.
“But you’re not forbidden or taboo to me,” Lucy slides her hand across the table and my lip curls.
“Goldie, you’re sounding desperate. It’s not attractive,” I side-eye her, my brows raised.
“Keaton!”
“Yes,” I chime and if looks could kill. I would be dead.
Six-foot underground.
Done for.
“Luce, let’s go,” Arizona huffs, the chair scraping along the floor and Lucy nods. She grabs her bag from the floor, swatting me round the back of the head as she walks by me, but not before lowering her lips to my ear and whispering, ‘call me’.
I turn in my seat, watching them walk down the hallway and I call Arizona.
“Hey, Ari… come here for one sec.” I stand up, finger wrapped round my cup, the other folded inside my pocket.
She sulks towards me. Pouty bottom lip. Eyes wild. Hips rocking side to side.
“What?” one hand on her hip, her eyes dance with mine.
“You’re never taboo or forbidden to me… I’ll prove that to you once you’re home,” and her breath trembles. “Have a nice lunch, I look forward to enjoying you later,” I smirk but she doesn’t budge.
“I’m not yours to enjoy… bye Keaton,” she spins on her heel and walks towards her friend.
Defiant little madam.