Chapter 27
Four hoursand fifty minutes gone in a blink of an eye.
I feel like we have been in our Vegas bubble for so much longer than four days.
And honestly, I am not ready for us to be back in New York.
Me back to work. Keaton back to work and more having to avoid my dad until I was ready to talk to him. Which at the moment, felt like never.
Keaton’s hand sunk between my thighs as we rode the drive home in silence. Sage and Dex went in one car to Brooklyn and me and Keaton went in the other.
It wasn’t an awkward silence.
It was just silence. Silence to appreciate the time we had to be completely ourselves, because when we’re here and living our lives, we mask our true selves. Mask our feelings because we don’t want anyone to see just how perfect we are together.
But when we’re behind them doors, it’s just us again.
Just the way we like it.
How sad are we.
Sighing when we pull down Hamilton Heights knowing that the car was going to stop at any moment. It was six Vegas time, nine New York time.
“You ready?” Keaton asks, leaning over and placing a kiss on my cheek and I lean into him.
“Nope, but let’s go,” I nod, opening the door and reaching out for Keaton’s hand as the driver gets our small luggage bags.
“Home sweet home,” he chimes, and the New York air feels even colder than it did before we left. “Fuck, it’s cold,” Keaton laughs as we walk up the stairs and I wait for him to unlock the door, and as soon as we are in, he locks the door and turns the heating on.
“I need a shower,” I sigh, dropping my bags to the floor.
“Can I join you?” his arms are wrapped around me from behind, head tucked into my neck placing kisses over my pulse point.
“Always,” I turn my face over my shoulder and kiss him on the cheek before I pull his arms from me and run for the bathroom.
We shower.
We fuck… obviously, because we have an illness where we physically can’t not have sex. Then we climb into bed and order Chick-fil-A on Doordash.
“Are you ready to face my dad tomorrow?” I ask as I pop a fry into my mouth.
He sighs heavily, “Nope, not one bit.”
“I’m sorry, it can’t be easy for you.”
“Baby,” he turns to face me, “what are you apologizing for?”
“Because if you hadn’t agreed to watch me, I wouldn’t be here, we wouldn’t have given into temptation, and we certainly wouldn’t have got married. I can’t say for certain whether there would or wouldn’t have been a baby because… well, biology and all that.”
He chuckles softly, his hands cupping my face.
“Well then I’m sorry too…” he smiles.
He kisses me slow while Modern Family plays in the background, and suddenly, all is forgotten for just a moment.
Tuesday morning comeswith a loud crash and bang as Keaton’s alarm goes off and he forgets where he is for just a moment.
“Shit,” he groans. I can hear the sound of water trickling and when I sit up I see he has not only knocked his lamp over and smashed it, he has also spilt his cup of water off the side that is now leaking over the edge of his bedside table and onto the floor.
He clambers out of bed, tired eyed and grouchy as he goes to find a towel to wipe the water up with.
“I’ll get the broom,” I twist and pad out of bed, but Keaton stops me.
“No, stay there in case you get hurt,” he shakes his head from side to side.
“What? From a broom?” I laugh as I ignore him and walk out of the bedroom, moving my hips from side to side as I walk, knowing that his pretty green eyes are going to be on my ass.
Going to the cupboard under the stairs, I grab the broom and make my way back towards the bedroom and begin sweeping, Keaton on his hands and knees soaking up the water.
“What are you like?” I shake my head.
“I was having the best dream, then my alarm went off and I got used to not having it on for four days so it was a little shock to the system.”
“What was this dream?” I asked, intrigued.
“It involved you, whipped cream, strawberries and ice.”
“Sounds naughty,” I chime as I sweep a neat pile in the corner of the room.
“It was, and messy.”
“Well, maybe you can try it out one night, I do love strawberries and cream,” I wink, leaning against the broom.
“Don’t tease me baby, I’m rock hard and want to sink myself between your pretty little thighs.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Work unfortunately, the boss is already fucked off with me.”
“I thought you were the boss,” I taunt him, lifting my cropped tee over my head then pushing my shorts down so I am standing naked.
“Well, there are four of us… so we’re all kind of, technically the bosses?” he finishes with a question, but I am unsure why.
He is still on his hands and knees, and I saunter over to where he is, leaning over in front of him, gripping his chin and tilting his head back.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, humming with a need for him.
“Famished,” he just about manages, his voice tight.
I lift a leg, placing my foot on the nightstand and keep the other firmly on the floor.
“Then eat,” I softly order, and he does.
His tongue is on me, lapping over my clit as his fingers find my opening and dip inside of me and I steady myself by entwining my fingers through his long brown hair, tilting his head to the side as he eats me as if I am his last meal.
Moans fill the room, and he is still on his knees.
Fingers buried inside of me, rubbing my g-spot, the other is curled round my hip as I begin to ride his face.
“There’s a good girl, take what you need from me,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose over my clit, his tongue gliding through my lips as his fingers still fuck me at a slow and torturous pace. I tighten my grip on his hair, tilting his head back so his tongue is focused on my clit, his fingers deep inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe as he fastens his thrusts, his tongue staying slow. “Just like that,” I pant and he does as I ask. I come undone on his tongue and he doesn’t let a single drop of me go to waste.
“You’re a good boy,” he helps me lift my leg down and I lean down, gripping his cheeks between my thumb and index finger, swiping my tongue into his mouth which switches something feral inside of him.
He pushes to his feet, lifts me into his arms and fucks me hard and raw against the wall, not letting up once as he covers my mouth the whole time until we’re both coming.