Chapter 9
LINDEN
Iclung to Keegan’s chest like he was the only solid thing left in my world.
My tears had finally slowed to hiccuping breaths, soaking the front of his shirt, but he didn’t seem to care.
One massive arm banded across my back, while the other cradled the back of my head, his fingers threaded through my hair.
He rocked us gently on the edge of his bed, the low rumble of his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.
“That’s it, little dove,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. “I’ve got you.”
I was both relieved and devastated, but Keegan had been my anchor through every sob. Now the storm had passed, leaving me drained…and achingly aware of how close we were.
His hand stroked slow circles between my shoulder blades. I felt the moment his touch changed—still gentle but heavier somehow. Like the control he’d been clinging to for days was finally fraying.
He tilted my face up with a finger beneath my chin. His stormy green eyes locked on mine, then he kissed me.
Somehow, this kiss felt like he was tasting me for the very first time. His mouth moved over mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I opened for him on a shaky sigh. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and angled my head to take the kiss even deeper.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
My lips tingled. “Keegan.”
He rested his forehead against mine. “Been trying so fucking hard to keep my hands off you, baby. Giving you time. Letting you heal from everything that’s been thrown at you. But I can’t hold back anymore. I need you too damn much.”
“I want that too,” I admitted softly. “But I’ve never—”
“I know.” He pressed another kiss to my mouth, then the corner of my eye where a stray tear still clung. “I’ve known you’re a virgin since that first morning, little dove. It’s why I’ve held back.”
My cheeks filled with heat. “Oh.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m fucking thrilled I’m gonna be the only man who ever gets inside this sweet body.
But I need you to hear me right now.” He cupped my face in both hands, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“This isn’t about me trying to make you feel better after a shit day.
I’ve been dying to claim you since I stopped you from tripping the first time.
Been walking around with a permanent hard-on just thinking about stretching this tight little pussy around my cock. You understand me?”
I nodded, my cheeks flaming, but his dirty talk only turned me on. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good girl.” The praise sent a fresh rush of warmth through me. He kissed me again, slower this time, then pulled back just enough to reach for the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “Arms up, baby.”
I lifted them obediently, and he drew the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples already tight under his stare.
Hunger was etched into every line of his face. “Fuck. Look at you. So goddamn perfect.”
His hands skimmed down my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts. He peeled them down my legs along with my panties, slow enough that I felt the fabric sliding over every inch of my thighs.
When I was completely bare, he sat back on his heels and just drank me in. I fought the urge to cover myself, but the way his eyes darkened made me feel beautiful instead of exposed.
Keegan stood long enough to strip off his own clothes.
My gaze caught on his tattoos—the Tomcat call sign inked in black on his right pec and the black-and-gray fighter jet breaking through flames that turned into a hellhound’s jaw circling his right bicep.
But then my eyes dropped to the thick length jutting between his legs, and my thighs pressed together.
He crawled back over me, caging me in with his arms. “Breathe, little dove. I’m gonna make this so good for you.”
His mouth found mine again, kissing me senseless while one hand trailed down my body. He cupped my breast, his thumb flicking the nipple until I arched into him with a whimper. Then lower, until his fingers parted my folds and found me already slick.
“Soaking wet for me already,” he growled against my lips. “This pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”
I could only moan in answer as he circled my clit with maddening precision. Two thick fingers teased my entrance, pressing in just enough to stretch me before retreating. Over and over, he worked me, making me fly apart with his hand twice before he wedged his shoulders between my legs.
I stared down at his dark hair while he ate me like a man starved, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to shove me over the edge two more times.
Then he was building me up again, my hips rolling up to chase his touch when he pulled away and wiped his mouth on my inner thigh.
I whined at the loss, but he was already positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his dick nudged my entrance. He rubbed it through my wetness, coating himself and teasing my clit with every slow glide.
“Keegan, please,” I pleaded, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded in a rough voice. “That you’re ready for me to ruin you for anyone else.”
“I want you.” I locked eyes with him, not holding anything back. “Only you. Please, don’t make me wait any longer. Take me now.”
Something savage flashed across his face. Then he pushed forward, his thick head slowly breaching me. The stretch burned, but the pain was laced with pleasure so intense it stole my breath.
He paused, his jaw clenched and sweat already beading on his forehead. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Taking me so pretty, baby.”
He rocked forward another inch, then another, feeding me his cock with measured thrusts until he bottomed out. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit around his thick length. My walls fluttered around him, clinging while I adjusted to his invasion.
He dropped his head to my neck, breathing hard. “I’m all the way in now, little dove. This pussy was made for me. It’s only mine.”
Then the gentleness fractured.
Keegan pulled back almost to the tip and slammed home in one powerful thrust. I cried out, my nails raking down his back, but he didn’t stop.
He set a brutal rhythm of deep strokes that rocked the entire bed.
Each thrust ground against that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through my veins.
His hips slapped against mine, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.
“Mine,” he snarled, biting down on the curve of my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “This tight virgin pussy is mine. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping with me for days.”
I could only moan his name, lost in the storm of sensation while he hooked one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider and driving even deeper.
The new angle had me seeing stars. Pleasure winding so high I thought I might shatter.
He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing firm circles. “Come on my cock, little dove. Let me feel this pussy squeeze me while I claim you.”
The orgasm crashed over me without warning. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave ripped through me. My vision whited out. I clutched at him desperately, riding the pleasure as he kept pounding into me, drawing out my release.
“Fuck yes. Good girl,” he gritted out, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna come so deep in you. Mark you from the inside.”
Three more brutal strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, roaring my name against my neck. “Linden, fuck!”
I felt the hot rush of him flooding me—pulse after pulse of thick, wet heat.
He kept coming, his hips jerking, grinding against me like he couldn’t get deep enough.
When the last spasm finally faded, he collapsed on top of me, careful not to crush me completely, but also not pulling out.
His dick stayed buried inside me, still twitching.
I wrapped my arms around his broad back, feeling the rapid thud of his heart against mine.
Sweat slicked our skin. I was deliciously sore, utterly claimed, and so full of him I could feel the warmth of his release trickling out around where we were joined.
Something I probably should’ve thought about before I begged him to take me since I wasn’t on birth control.
Keegan nuzzled into my neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses along my throat. I smiled against his shoulder, boneless and blissed out. My eyelids grew heavy, the emotional exhaustion from earlier mixing with the bone-deep satisfaction of what we’d just done.
He shifted just enough to roll us to our sides, keeping one thigh draped over his hip so he stayed buried to the hilt. His arm locked around my waist, anchoring me to him.
“Sleep, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll be right here.”
Pressing one last kiss to his chest, I let my eyes drift shut and fell asleep with a grin of pure feminine satisfaction.