Chapter Seventeen
Ice
H AVING KEATON IN my arms is the best feeling in the world normally.
Today, it’s not. Yes, I’m offering her a safe space, but I can feel her body trembling against me as her heart beats rapidly in her chest. My neck and shirt are soaked with her tears and I can feel the absolute pain surrounding her.
Keaton is truly terrified and doesn’t know what to do with all of that fear right now.
I’ll gladly take it all from her. There is no way in hell I’m going to allow Keaton and Bridger to remain in this house all alone with no form of protection.
This is a conversation we need to have because I don’t know if she has any kind of training in self-defense, knows how to fire a gun, or anything else.
There’s only so much she can do to prevent Dillon from entering her home.
If he’s truly as deranged as I believe he is, Dillon will find a way inside regardless of what he has to do or who he hurts.
“Baby, I need to talk to you about somethin’,” I say after a few minutes of holding Keaton in silence.
Slowly, she sits up and I reach up to wipe the tears from her face. Her eyes are red and swollen and her face has lost all color. Keaton is still shaking as I stop running my fingers through her hair and start to rub up and down her back.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking around the room without trying to let me know that’s what she’s doing.
“Nothin’ is wrong, Keaton. I need to know what you know as far as self-defense or anythin’ like that goes.
Can you fire a gun? Do you have any weapons in the house?
I want to see where you’re at if I’m tied up and not here with you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not leavin’ your side unless it’s an emergency and I have no choice.
I’m here with you and Bridger until Dillon is locked up again.
I just want to know where you stand so we can start workin’ on things,” I ask her, watching as Keaton gives me her full attention and bites down on her bottom lip as she thinks.
I’ve noticed she does that when she’s concentrating on something.
“The only self-defense I’ve taken was in gym class through junior high.
I’ve never taken on any formal training.
I don’t have any weapons in the house other than knives in the kitchen.
And I’ve never shot a gun in my life. They honestly scare the hell out of me and I’ve never wanted anything to do with them.
In my closet there’s one of those false doors I can hide in the room there.
Other than that, I’m not sure about anything.
Why would they release him, Tucker?” she asks, using my first name instead of my road name in her fear.
I don’t mind if Keaton calls me Tucker. I told her my name but she’s always called me Ice.
Now that I’ve heard my given name from her mouth, it’s all I want to hear from her.
Shaking my head slightly, I focus on the task at hand because calming her down and putting plans in place is my only goal right this second.
“Okay. I can understand your fear of guns and I won’t force the issue.
Maybe we’ll get you a few tasers or something to keep in various places around the house.
It will be a way to stop anyone from getting to you so you can run away and hide.
I’d like to see the room you have in your closet so I can make sure it’s good enough to protect Bridger and you until someone can step in.
For now, I’ll work with you on self-defense moves.
We’ll take it at your pace but I need to know you’ve got some moves to get away from an attacker,” I state, brushing a few strands of hair out of Keaton’s face as she leans into my touch and closes her eyes.
I feel her entire body finally relax as she remains in my lap and I pray she doesn’t notice my hard dick under her. There’s really no way for her to miss it, but I can hope.
“Okay, Tucker. Oh, I mean Ice,” she says, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that travels down her neck. She gives me that shy smile as she ducks her head and I stop her with the tip of my finger and make her look at me again.
“You’re the only one who gets to call me Tucker besides my mom.
My dad even calls me Ice. I like hearin’ my real name on your lips, Keaton.
It’s the best word I’ve ever heard,” I tell her as she leans forward and presses her lips against mine in a gentle kiss.
I wasn’t expecting this and I won’t push for more when Keaton’s so vulnerable.
“Tucker, can you do me a favor?” she asks me after pulling her lips from mine.
“I’ll do anythin’ for ya, Keaton,” I tell her honestly because I truly would do anything for her and not think twice about it. We might still be getting to know one another, but I’ll do everything in my power to keep Keaton in my life. I want her to be mine in every way possible.
“Make me forget, Tucker. I don’t want to think about anything right now and I just want to feel you against me,” Keaton says, shocking the hell out of me because the last thing I was expecting her to ask of me was sex.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Keaton? We don’t have to do anythin’ you’re not ready for,” I question her, searching her face for any sign that she’s not telling the truth.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
I wanted you that night on the farm, but it was only our first date.
I trust you, Tucker, and this is what I want with you.
It’s not just to forget how horrible today turned with one phone call.
It’s because I want you as a man. I want to be yours.
If that’s not something you want, it’s okay,” she says, trying to hide her face from me in fear of my response as her eyes hold the truth of her words.
She’s not bullshitting me right now. This is something Keaton really wants and I don’t think I’d be able to deny her if my life depended on it.
“Once we take this step, that’s it, Keaton.
You’re mine and I’m not gonna let you go,” I tell her, keeping my voice low as she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body even closer to mine.
All of her soft curves press against my hard angles as her vanilla scent I’ve come to love surrounds us.
“Make me yours, Tucker,” she whispers before I lean in and kiss her with every ounce of passion I have. Our kiss is slow, deliberate, and sexy as hell as Keaton runs her nails on the back of my neck and I tangle one hand in her long hair with the other hand on the side of her neck.
“I’m not gonna take you on the couch our first time, Baby. I want to take my time with you spread out on your bed. You good with that?” I ask her as she nods in response. “I want your words, Keaton. No noddin’ your head when we’re like this. I want your full verbal consent.”
“I’m good with that, Tucker,” she says, her voice taking on a softer tone as she looks me straight in my eyes. Leaning in close again, I kiss Keaton as if I won’t last another second without tasting and kissing her.
Without another thought, I lift her in my arms and stand from the couch at the same time.
I know where Keaton’s room is because she gave me a tour of her house the first time I came over to spend time with Bridger and her.
Neither one of us break the kiss as I walk down the hallway to her room and close the door behind us.
This is the one room I don’t have to worry about bringing in the baby monitor because Keaton already has one by her bed.
I don’t stop moving until my legs hit her bedframe and I lay her gently on the end of the bed.
I finally pull my mouth from Keaton’s and stare down at her.
Her long, dirty blonde hair is fanned out around her head and Keaton’s eyes are hooded as she stares up at me.
The skin I can see is flushed just from our kiss and I can’t wait to see what she looks like when I drive her over the edge and she finds her release.
“Can I strip you, Keaton?” I ask her as she continues to look at me with nothing but trust in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers as her breathing hitches and then starts to pick up a little bit.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her tank top and slowly start to slide it up her body letting my fingertips drag up her bare skin.
With every inch of skin I expose to my sight, I lean down and press a soft kiss against her silky smooth skin.
Goosebumps form as I drag my lips across her body and Keaton arches her back closer to me.
I get her tank top off and then remove her bra, exposing her tits to me.
Keaton has the perfect chest. Her breasts aren’t too big or small.
Leaning down, I suck a nipple into my mouth as she gasps and I look up to make sure she’s okay with what I’m doing.
Keaton has her head pressed deeper into the mattress and her eyes are closed as she grabs onto my arm with one hand.
I release her nipple with a pop and kiss my way back down Keaton’s body.
She trembles under my touch as I leave my hand between her tits so she doesn’t squirm out of my hold.
Using my other hand while I keep my eyes locked on Keaton’s face, I grab the top of her shorts and panties before slowly dragging them down her legs.
Again, I make sure to run my fingers down the length of her leg as I press kisses to her inner thighs.
Keaton opens her legs wider without me saying a word to her.
The second her shorts and underwear drop to the floor at my feet, I start to run my fingers back up her leg while moving closer to her.
Before I can reach her knee, I move my mouth to suck Keaton’s clit in my mouth.
Her back leaves the bed and a soft moan escapes her as she releases her hold on my arm and I move my hand slowly down her chest until I can grip her hip.