Keeley #3
Brayden stepped back, his cock sliding free. It was half hard, glistening with our combined essence. He hadn't used a condom. I'd been that gone, so desperate, I hadn’t even registered he was going in bare.
He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side, waiting for me to speak. I crossed my legs and adjusted my bra again, covering myself as well as I could.
“Keeley,” he prompted. “Darlin’, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“What have I done?” I gasped, panic ripping through me.
“Had pretty mind-blowin’ sex, if I do say so," he quipped.
I stood and straightened, looking for my panties as his essence ran down my legs. I was mortified and utterly disgusted with myself.
“Where are they? Oh my God, what did you do with my underwear?” I didn’t give him a chance to speak before I started rambling, panic making my brain go offline.
“You've just cheated on your husband with me. I’ll lose my job—I’d fire me for doing that.
Your marriage is going to fall apart. Oh God, everything is ruined.
I’m her. I’m Amanda. What have I done? Oh God, no. ”
My breaths came short and sharp, starbursts of light in front of my eyes. My hands shook, and I couldn’t think straight. What was I looking for? Tears filled my eyes, and then his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
I fought him, trying to shove Brayden away.
Instead, he ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, and he crooned, “Breathe, darlin’.
Just breathe. In nice and slow, one, two, three and hold.
” I couldn’t help but follow his instructions.
“Exhale, slowly, three, two, one.” He repeated it until the starbursts disappeared and my breathing wasn’t as labored.
He lifted my chin and searched my tear-stained face.
“It’s okay,” he murmured before he pressed his lips to mine in a soft, slow, chaste kiss.
He did it again, and I touched my tongue to his lip.
I needed his reassurance, his touch. Exactly the thing I shouldn’t want.
But his calloused hands on my cheeks and his tongue in my mouth calmed me.
The panic receded until I could breathe again.
“You need to know that I’d never cheat on Spencer—”
“But—”
“He and I have spoken. He wants you as much as I do. We agreed that if either of us ever found ourselves in the situation where we could be with you separately or together, we should go for it. I can call him now, or we can go and see him to tell him what's happened. He's already on board.”
“I…” Fresh tears fell. I wasn’t sure if it was relief or the sting of how a proper open relationship worked.
“I'd never cheat on him, Keeley. I'd never cheat on anyone. I'm not that kind of man.”
“Okay, that's good,” I whispered, my voice hitching as my tears continued to fall.
My breath wobbled, and I clarified, “I mean, it’s good you're not that kind of man.
Not that Spencer wants me too. I mean, he's gorgeous, and you're hot.
Like, the two of you are as hot as the sun, hot.
The sex was phenomenal, too, but we can't do this.”
I wasn’t ready to make decisions like this.
I didn’t trust myself—my judgment was about as reliable as my ex-husband was faithful.
The epic sex I’d just had was proof of that pudding.
I could lose my job too. The Seals had a clear HR policy, just like most other organizations did about management fraternizing with other staff, including the players.
I was management. This should never have happened.
“This can't get out either. You can't tell anyone. Please, I'm begging you,” I rambled.
“I'd never do anything to hurt you, darlin’. If you don't want me to tell anyone, I won't. Except Spencer. That's non-negotiable.”
“Spencer's fine. But he can't tell anyone. Please. No one at the Seals can know.” Panic set in again, starbursts appearing in front of my eyes once more as my breathing picked up . “I'll lose my job. I need to pay for childcare and medical insurance, my mortgage, food for Hannah—”
“Hey, we won't say anything.” He took my hand and led me to my chair and instructed me to follow his breathing again until I’d calmed back down. I was still only dressed in my bra, but that didn’t seem to worry Brayden.
“We have an afternoon game today. Come to our apartment for dinner tonight afterward, and we’ll talk. Bring Hannah.”
“I can't.” I shook my head, my eyes welling with tears again.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He brushed my cheeks with his thumbs and added, “We'll come to yours. We'll be there after Hannah's bedtime.”
I blew out a breath. Okay, I could do that.
We could be adults about this—eat and talk.
Maybe we could be friends. I just needed to figure out how to do that without remembering Brayden being inside me and push away all thoughts of dancing to Spencer’s music.
Easily done. If I said it enough, I might even believe it myself.
I was totally doomed. Still, I whispered, “Okay.”